Okay, sorry it's been taking forever to update this. I keep getting distracted by every little thing. It's gotten to the point where I'm not allowing myself internet until I have finished writing this chapter so hopefully this will come out okay. Also, I'm making things up on my own here, being to lazy to actually research how a person would speak with therapy and all so I really hope I don't offend anyone. So sorry if I do.

Mitchie's POV
"Alex come on!" I told her. She was being very stubborn. She merely shook her head fiercely. It has been a week since our first kiss. When Alex stormed back to my house, we found that Jaque had disappeared. With almost half of my family's savings. Police were out looking for him and Alex was now living with me. I told her that Justin told me she didn't have a place to stay and I offered that she live with us. My parents didn't mind, in fact they were overjoyed, the only one who was hesitant was Alex herself. She felt like she was being a burden of sorts no matter what I told her so when Jaque disappeared, she offered to be our maid. I was completely against it and my parents were hesitant, though they hired her anyways.
I found it very odd to find Alex cleaning my room. Countless times I've tried to stop her but she refused. She said she wants to work for her keep. Also we found out that Alex can't be alone in a house, especially not at night. She's traumatized to the point where she goes into the panic attacks and it just breaks my heart so she sleeps in my room with me. My parents are paying for her to go to speech therapy, but she hates it. Which is why I'm having such a hard time right now. Alex was refusing to go to her session.
"Don't you want to talk again?" She shook her head and I rolled my eyes. I know she only said no because she didn't want to go, not because she didn't actually want to talk again.
"Well I want you too. I want to hear your voice" She gave me a look.
"One word doesn't count" I told her. She was lying on our bed on her back with her arm rested against her stomach. She wasn't looking at me. Then I got an idea.
"Fine" I walked up to the bed and she gave me a look as if asking what I'm doing. I didn't answer. I merely got on the bed myself and straddled her. I saw her eyes scanning my own trying to see what I was doing. Before she could get a read I crashed my lips against hers. We were like that for about 3 minutes in lip lock. Whenever we kissed I felt like I was in another world. Everything but Alex would disappear and I would get lost in her. It got a bit heated and I put my hands on her waist just underneath the hem of her shirt and I could feel her silky smooth skin under my hand. It drove Alex up the wall and she moaned and I felt myself smile into the kiss. I tugged teasingly on her shirt acting like I was going to take it off before I broke the kiss and got up acting like nothing had happened. I sat on my desk and started working on one of my songs. I looked in my mirror to see Alex watching me with her jaw dropped. I couldn't help but giggle as I turned around to face her.
"You want to continue I presume?" I asked her and she nodded her head vigorously.
"Well then you go to your session and then we can pick up where we left off." She folded her hands over her chest and pouted. I couldn't help but think she looked adorable.
"Come on, it can't be that bad." I tried to reason but got no response.
"Fine, I didn't want to have to do this but, here's how things work." I said going into spoiled bitch mode.
"You are my Maid. The maid does whatever I command and right now I am ordering you to go to your session." her eyes went wide and she gave me a WTF look.
"You heard me. As my maid you must obey me." She stood up glaring at me. She exhaled harshly before she stormed out of the room.

Alex's POV
I can't believe she just did that! I mean really! She was the one who always told me she hates it when people serve her and she doesn't like being in charge of anything, but she went total Diva there.
"The Maid does everything I command" I said to myself mocking her. What she doesn't know is that I can already talk. I still have trouble sometimes pronouncing something or using the right tone of voice, it sounded weird to me, like I hadn't quite managed to actually speak fluently yet. I guess it could be because I myself had forgotten what the sound of my own voice sounded like. My therapist says she's never seen someone who was able to recover so quickly. I hated it there. Everyone treated me like I'm an idiot or something. I mean seriously! I can't talk all that great, but that doesn't mean I'm retarded.
"Can you say your name?" Someone had literally asked me that last time and I almost clocked them. Now I know what you're thinking. Why doesn't Mitch know I can talk? I haven't really decided. I guess I'm just nervous. What if she thinks my voice is obnoxious? She's never fully heard it before, what if it annoyed her? I tried not to think about that as I walked out the front door. I stopped and waited for Mitchie next to her corvette. I don't have my licence and I don't think I'll ever have one, though I didn't think I'd ever speak a word again, so that might change. Mitchie finally came out jingling her keys as she unlocked the car. Before she could stop me, I ran and opened her door for her.
"Thank You" She muttered and I smirked knowing that she had always hated having her door opened. I ran around to the other side of the car and got into the passengers seat.
"So have you made any progress?" She asked me. I thought about how to answer that. I REALLY didn't want to have to go to speech therapy anymore, but I didn't want her to hate my voice either. I sighed knowing I'd have to say something sooner or later. Oh gosh I can't believe what I'm about to do. I looked out the window figuring it would be easier if I didn't look at her.
"Lots" I said making my voice sound casual. She hit the brakes and the car came to a screetching halt. Luckily we were in the parking lot at the time so it didn't cause any accidents. I immediately looked to Mitchie worried she might have gotten hurt.
"Are you okay? did you hurt anything?" I asked worriedly and she just stared at me like I was some alien.
"Mitch say something, your scaring me" I told her. She blinked and shook her head.
"I- uh.. Since when?!" She asked. I looked down to avoid making eye contact.
"Um, I don't know. Since like last w-we" I sighed frustrated with the W. I couldn't get my lips to form the right word, and just trying hurt my throat. I was told it would take a while since my vocal cords had weakened so it strained my throat to talk, but I was encouraged to talk as often as possible. Mitchie saw my frustration and she waited patiently before she asked 'Week?' I nodded my head embarrassed that I couldn't say it.
"And you haven't said anything to me?! Why?" I could hear the hurt in her voice. I felt my blush deepen because now that I was actually going to say it out loud, it sounded stupid. Its pathetic, I'M pathetic.
"Alex, you can tell me anything" Mitchie told me sensing my hesitation. I looked back out the window not wanting to face her. I watched as people walked out of the clinic looking like a high schooler getting out on a Friday. Guess I'm not the only one who doesn't like it.
"I-I thought y-you might be disappointed." I stuttered finally.
"Of what?" She asked.
"o-of my voice. You said you wanted to hear it so badly, but what if it was o-obnoxious or annoying? What if I cant speak completely yet and I make a fool of myself?" I had to say obnoxious slowly sounding it out for myself and it still came out sounding weird.
"Alex, look at me." I kept myself glued to the window watching New Yorkers carrying on with their lives walking through the streets of New York not having to have this conversation.
"Look at me" She said again and I felt her hand gently under my chin, turning me so that I was facing her. In a swift motion she pulled me into another kiss. 'Great, now I can forget talking at all' I thought as my mind muddled into a puddle of joy. My heartbeat picked up like usual and the car disappeared. Every kiss was like the first, no matter how cliche that sounds, it's true.
She pulled away slowly and softly. I still had my eyes closed frozen in position stuck in a daze. I came out of it when I heard her giggle. I felt her brush my bangs out of my eyes and I opened them to meet her amazingly beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
"I don't care if you sound like you breathe helium in place of oxygen." She told me and I chuckled quietly. "You are an amazing person, your personality, looks, humor. Your sweet and kind and caring. I couldn't care less of what you sound like, I just want to hear you talk. And who cares if you mess up, or cant say something like week" I felt myself blush again. "You haven't spoken a word in 6 years, I don't expect you to be able to say much at all! You've been to what, 3 sessions? And you already are talking like the average teenager." We stared into each others eyes for a moment in a comfortable silence. I found myself absorbed in her beauty. A million thoughts echo through my head, but at the same time its completely empty. I can feel exactly what I need to. I've been feeling it all along, I just never realized what it was until now. I am in love with Mitchie Torres.
In love, such a funny phrase. It's heart wrenching, its terrifying, its confusing, and its not something anyone would really want to get into. But that was only the bad side of it, and that's not what I thought of sitting in the car with Mitchie. To me love was hopeful and exciting, it was something I was willing to dive head first into right there with Mitchie, but it was tricky also. What if she didn't feel as strongly as I did? It would be awkward. She would feel bad for not being able to say it back and I would find myself sure that she would never feel the same and the world would be hopeless and disappointing. That's why I decided I wouldn't say it. Not then.
Mitchie let me off the hook of going this time, but she said that she wanted me to go the next day so I could work on improving. We got back to her house/fortress and she got out of the car while I just sat there feeling particularly lazy at the moment.
"You coming?" She asked me. I nodded telling her I was just going to think for a moment then I would be right up. She nodded still unsure before closing the car door and going inside. I sighed to myself as I found myself thinking over this revelation that had just occurred to me. Except it wasn't really something you could think about. I decided it'd just give me a headache trying to understand it and that I should just go inside before I saw a small folded paper sitting in the console. How did I not notice it before? I don't know why, but it was like I was drawn to it. It was just an ordinary paper, but I felt myself curious as to pick it up and unfold it. I read the writing across it and realized they were lyrics. In Mitchie's handwriting. I didn't know she wrote songs.

"Okay, let's hear it." My brother told me in a tone of encouragement. I took a deep breath nervous of his reaction. I had written a song of my own and I wanted to sing it to him. Music was my life. Something that I was passionate about and I didn't think I was going to quit trying anytime soon. Unless of course I get a negative reaction. Normally I wouldn't care, but this was Justin. His opinion mattered to me. He was my big brother who was always there for me know matter what. If he didn't like the song, my 7 year old life would be ruined. I held the paper up to my face my hands shaking as I did so, and then I sang.
Oh oh oh It's magic
You know
never believe its not so
It's Magic
You know
Never believe its not so-
I was cut off when my dad came in and told me to stop. I found myself worrying that I had sounded horible and utterly ridiculous.
"What's wrong daddy?" I asked him feeling tears start to build in my eyes.
"What are you singing?"
"It's a song I wrote." I told him and showed him the paper I had scribbled the words onto. I had felt proud of myself that I had been able to write it and not get any help from my parents or brother.
"I don't want you singing this."
"Why not?" Justin jumped in sounding defensive. "Dad, she's SEVEN and she wrote an incredible song on her own and you discourage it!?" I felt myself smile a little at Justin's words. I had been working forever on it, listening to other songs and comparing it to my idea and making sure I used the words right and that they fit together like they should in a song. I had never put so much effort into something like I did with my song and Justin liked it.
"Sweetie, it's not that it's not good, because it is! Its amazing! but I don't want you writing songs about nonsense like that. Magic isn't real." My dad told me. I nodded and lowered my head feeling like I had just gotten in trouble. My dad ruffled my hair before leaving the room. Justin lifted me up and sat me in his lap like he does whenever I need him to comfort me.
"That was strange. I wonder what he got so worked up about." Justin said more to himself rather than to me. I nodded my head slowly agreeing with him. I didn't understand it, but I don't understand much anyways. Everyone would just tell me I was too young to know and then they would drop it. Much like Justin had when he couldn't figure it out for himself.
End Flashback

I looked at the paper I held now and read the lyrics. It was about me.
I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
It was about how she wanted me to speak for myself. She wanted me to be brave. She had seen me scared and shaking, she has held me as I broke down. I was going to be brave. Like I had told myself earlier. I wasn't going to be scared of anything and I was going to speak my mind. I wanted to show her that I could, and I knew just how to do it. I got out of the car and went inside to do my cleaning. Then i would wait. Mitchie had to leave for something her parents were making her attend for aristocrats. She was dreading it, and she hated it even more that she wasn't allowed to take me with her. She would be out of the house and I would get my chance to put my plan into play.

Mitchie's POV
I groaned as I laid on my bed and Alex giggled.
"I don't want to go!" I whined. "It's basically just a meeting for a bunch of snobs to brag how rich their family is and discuss ways to be responsible once they take over their parents estates and riches." No response from Alex. I look up to see her staring into space. I crawled over to where she was sitting and sat myself down in her lap causing her to snap back to reality. She looked at me seeming amused as I wrapped my arms around her neck.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"J-Just think- thinking of you" She managed to get out. I smiled. In all honesty, I found it cute how her face would scrunch up in concentration as she tried to talk without messing up.
"Oh? What about me?"
"Just you in general." She told me. I could see something in her eyes. Something like determination and hopefulness. I found myself wondering why she would be determined. Maybe to perfect her speech? Then I saw her eyes trail down and watch my lips. I couldn't help but smirk. I must affect her as much as she affects me. This time she was the one to initiate our lip lock. We got caught up in each other before we heard a sharp gasp from the doorway. On impulse, Alex shoved me off of her and I fell onto the floor. We both looked to the direction in which the gasp had came from and found none other than my mother and father standing in the doorway rooted to the spot with shock. I hadn't told them yet. I had meant to, but I just never got around to it. I smiled nervously.
"Oh, hey, what are you doing back so early?"

The songs 'Magic-Selena Gomez' and 'Brave-Sara Bareilles. I've never heard the actual song, only a cover by Orla Harrington known as VanillaSong1 on Youtube. She did a mashup so I guess if you see her video, youll know whats to come next *innocent smile* PEACE! and I might update the kid if my bro lets me on in time but I sorta doubt it.