Hey guys! So today like i promised you'll be getting the 7th chapter of Heal, but before i give you that, I'm gonna do a 'What I Plan For the Future' thing...Which i was tagged by the wonderful and sweet Sarah from The Joys of Life. Thanks for tagging me!
What do you want to be when you grow up? A dancer, I love ballet and lyrical dance.
What college or university do you want to go to? Well i definitely want to go to a performing arts school, although i have no idea what college or university i want to go to yet.
Do you want to get married? Yes! He'll be an amazing husband!
Do you want to have children? Definitely! 7 children! I'd love to have identical triplets. xD
Apartment or house? Definitely a house...
Pets? Nah. But my children can have pets.
Car or van? Car...An awesome car...
Skye, Lexie and Tenley.
I was surprised neither of my parents ran after me...They just stood there, staring at me with no expression on their faces. If my 'mum' could run for my 'dad' how could she not run for me? It was Karen and Huey who came after me. However i ordered for isolation. They turned back, with their heads down, obeying their older sister. I sat by myself in a leaf bush.
Blue Mitchell. Blue Mitchell. Blue Mitchell. Blue Mitchell? How could i find Blue Mitchell? An aged woman in a gown strolled passed with shopping bags. Strength? Check. Confidence? Check. And with those two things...I asked her "Um...Excuse me um...Do you know a man called um...Blue Mitchell is?"
"Why?" the woman asked raising a brow.
"Um...Um...I'm his...I'm his...Daughter..."
"I'm his daughter"
"Kizzy? Kizzy Mitchell? Is it you?"
"YES KIZZY! KIZZY!!"
"May i ask how you know my name?"
"KIZZY! I WATCHED YOUR PAPA GROW. WE LIVED FACING EACH OTHER!"
"I MUST TAKE YOUR TO YOUR DEAR PAPA! A GREAT MAN HE IS!"
We walked for a very long time. I knew i was raised well and taught to respect elders, but of course it's going to be awkward walking with a women you barely know! She talked and talked and talked and i replied and replied and replied. Until finally, we reached a petite cottage. The old woman left me there, not saying a word. I knocked nervously on the door, nervous if no one was there. But to my surprise, a man with a tightly curled Afro appeared. He had an alcohol bottle in his hand and huge bags under his eyes. However he was wearing a tuxedo. "Um...Hello little girl...I have no idea who you are...But if you need help...Please come in and..."
"I'm your daughter...Kizzy"
"Kizzy?" the bottle immediately dropped and pieces of glass violently smashed onto the floor. Alcohol was exploring my feet whilst i stood on the door mat. "Kizzy?" He said once more, leading me to a miniature glass table with two leather chairs. I sat down, looking around at his kitchen. Alcohol in the sink. Alcohol on the table. Alcohol everywhere. I began to feel uncomfortable, and wanted to leave immediately. "Who took you here? How has life been? How did you find out about me? What has happened?" I explained the whole thing, trying my best to ignore the alcohol bottles. But i simply just couldn't! "Nice meeting you...Father..." I ran out of the door, after shutting it i stood there, with my head down crying. "KIZZY...WAIT!" I hated hearing him say that, I felt so bad just leaving him like that. I was his daughter, how dare i do that to him when i could clearly see that he lived alone. Depressed. "KIZZY!!!!" He ran to look for me outside the door, and saw me standing there with my wet face. "Kizzy i..."
"Why do you drink alcohol so much father" From a slight frown his face went completely blank. The alcohol was dripping from my converses.
"Yes, you do"
"Alright Kizzy...Follow me..." He led me to the woods, we sat on a chopped down tree.
"Your mother Kizzy...She...She just...Disappeared..." He put his hands over his face.
"When you were about 1 month old. As usual, we both went to work...But one day she didn't come back..."
"What did you do?"
"I looked EVERYWHERE Kizzy! EVERYWHERE! Even behind the saw toothed bush!"
"The saw toothed bush! Hey that's my name for it!"
"I'm sorry YOUR name? It's been called that ever since people started living behind it darling!"
"I'm so sorry Kizzy...I'm so so sorry"
"Why?" Why was he saying sorry? What had he done wrong?
"For leaving you on a doorstep. I shouldn't of. Those people who i left you with could of been thieves! Murderers! There are so many possibilities!"
"Don't worry! They're lovely! But i left them, today..."
"Because today i found out that neither of them were my parents...It's a long story..."
"Well...Sometimes the truth hurts. I'm glad you came to me"
"I'm glad too dad"
We strolled back to the cottage together, me in my dungarees and dad in his t-shirt and loose trousers. I stayed the night. He took me to a small room with a bed and draws at the side. I slipped under the covers with my dungarees because i had no pyjamas to wear. The silk sheets relaxed my skin as i peacefully went to sleep. My dad next door. Everything was happening so fast! The move from the tent to outside. The market. The grandparents. The diary. The birth certificate. The exile and now the father. What would happen in the morning?
Me and father had pancakes with lemon and sugar for breakfast. There wasn't as much alcohol in the cottage as i thought there was. Then we went back to the woods, and talked some more.
"Dad, i think we should go..."
"Go where?" My father's face was always serious, he looked wise, exactly like my 'grandfather'.
"Back to where i lived...I mean...I need to explain to them..."
"We haven't got much time," He got up from the log and pulled my hand, sprinting. I didn't need to ask where we was going, i already knew. But what would i say to my 'parents'? They didn't deserve a word out of my mouth. After they'd stared at me like that when i was making my way out. However dear Karen and Huey, those sweet little 'siblings' of mine...
"WHAT? WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Obviously that was my 'father'.
"This is Blue Mitchell...The father of Kizzy Mitchell." My 'father' mumbled something behind the door, from where i was standing, it sounded like, "Is this the guy who left the poor child on the doorstep. Phh there's no way i'm letting him in. But i'll see Tamera"
"ONLY BRING THIS KIZZY IN"
"No. If she comes in, i come in with her."
"WELL COME IN!"
Seeing my 'father' so angry was the scariest thing i'd ever experienced. Me and my father clutched onto each other like our backsides were super glued. "WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE...WHAT WAS IT...BLUE MITCHELL?" My 'father' boomed, smashing a glass antique on the sofa. "I'm here to explain everything that has happened so far with me and my daughter Kizzy. I know how you feel..."
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WE FEEL BLUE MITCHELL...NO IDEA" My 'mother' kicked the book shelve with her trainer.
"LET ME EXPLAIN"
"WHY SHOULD WE LET YOU EXPLAIN? YOU'VE GOT YOUR DAUGHTER! YOU'VE MADE OUR LIVES A WRECK. SO LEAVE!" 'Dad' yelled. Me and father were glued next to the door. I couldn't believe my 'parents' were being so violent. At that moment, Karen and Huey came running down the stairs. We immediately exchanged hugs, i held Karen on the right and Huey in the left like a baby.
"Tamwera! Where have you bween?" Karen questioned me. I couldn't answer in front of the two furious adults in front of me. "KAREN AND HUEY GET OFF TAMERA NOW! GO TO YOUR ROOMS!" 'mum' said. They exited.
"I came here to say that I'm so sorry for leaving my child on the doorstep without explanation. I'm sorry for making your lives a wreck, but me and Kizzy would like to spend time together now...Right Kizzy?"
"AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, HER NAME IS TAMERA! YOU DIDN'T RAISE HER. YOU DIDN'T CARE FOR HER! YOU LEFT HER ON A DOORSTEP! WE RAISED HER! NOT YOU".
Hope you guys liked it! Thanks for reading!