The Half Wish

Chapter One

Becky's POV

I woke up early in the morning since I was the scheduled cook for this week. This has been our routine for years and so far, Ellie and I are both okay with it. We swap schedules on our household chores sometimes because Ellie's work sched could be an ass. I made my way to our kitchen and started making a huge breakfast for the two of us. I decided to cook several of her favorite breakfast meals that will make her feel energetic until her next meal. Foods rich in carbs and proteins are primarily consisted in her menu just like Zeke. I swear those two can burn huge amount of food easily in their bodies, even junk foods, and still stay fit and healthy. I always envy their enthusiasm at eating without worrying of their body becoming bloated and their weights increased because I am their exact opposite. My body function that is.

Yes, I don't get fat and gain weight so easily like others did but it is because I am aware of my food intake, if I am not visiting gym I am sure I'll be the size of a whale. I have a curvy body in contrast with Ellie's toned and muscled ones, but on the right places. One would think that I can burn carbs easily but they should've seen how those two eat and how much they can consume before raining praises at me. I snorted at that. After cooking a huge meal for two, because we are both hearty eaters, I proceeded to call and knock at Ellie's room.

Her room was just next to mine, as Zeke was the one who made floor plans of this house and his old room just at the end of the hallway. He used to live here with us when we were just in our prepubescent years until we both reached sixteen years old. During those times when we first lived together was the time we decided to train with him or he decided that he should train us some self defense moves against the perverts or some people that may attack us. Those self defense training combat quickly escalated to armed combat training and offensive training as we grow fond of his training activities. 

He did teach us on how to attack and defend ourselves effectively against strong opponent by sparring with him. And he really really is a strong combatant to spar with.We can't even land a swat on him before. But as years passed, I can proudly say that we can take him on a direct combat. And that is already a star in my card.

We both decided to kick him out of his own house when the both of us couldn't take the noises in his bedroom whenever he brought a woman home. It was so disgusting that it still gave me the shivers when my memory recalls those lewd sounds. Ew. Those women, I rolled my eyes at the memory of it. My mind was too occupied while walking. I wasn't aware that I almost passed by at Ellie's door, but then my eyes caught her familiar and cutesy design on the outside part of her door. I knocked on it with haste.

"Hey girl! Wake up or you'll be late! I've prepared a feast for you" I called out while waiting for my friend to rise. She must have taken another shift at her work, she is always working on long hours as if she will get hungry the next day if she doesn't. I was probably asleep when she got home last night and was exhaustedly sprawled on my bedroom. She probably didn't wanted to bother me on my sleep. I knocked again when I didn't hear an answer.

It's odd that I didn't hear any noise that will tell me that she was already up, there wasn't even whispers from the fabric of her blankets and duvet that she always sleeps on. No alarms or movement can be heard or felt coming from inside the room. So I decided by then that I have to open the door of Ellie's room. If she realized what the time right now is, she would rush herself again and would not eat her breakfast. My hardwork will be for nothing and I don't like it. I never like it when the food gets wasted.

"Hey babe! You're going to be late---" I cut my speech off as soon as I saw that Ellie's room was empty. I walked in and around the spacious room and looked at her bed which was neatly made and seemed untouched. There were no indications that Ellie used it. There was no Ellie laying on it.

Sure it was not that neat or clean as some of her messy things that was like a permanent fixture was scattered uncaringly but the very organized and neat bed didn't have her usual disorganized piles. Her pillows and blanket that would be usually strewn over is neatly piled. The bed cover has no wrinkles at all. There is no sign that she slept in.

I was puzzled by this because it is not on her nature to not go home and not sleep on her bed unless Zeke asked for us to help him on his work. Sure there were emergency sleepovers on his apartment when those happens but she always calls first to tell me. I made her promised me that she should notify me whenever she can't come home when she started working at that small bar, and so far, she never missed on it.

I pulled out my phone and checked if she ever made calls to me last night but found nothing. My call logs are empty, there were no unread texts messages that came from her. So I decided to ring Ellie's number but felt disappointed when it says it can't be reached as of the moment. What the actual f**k is she thinking?

"Did she sleep over on Zeke's or on one of her friends? But she would definitely tell me so I can call her and wake her early" I thought to myself.

"And why can't I reach her through calls? Her phone might have dried up but she had her power bank with her" I added frustratingly. She was never that careless. She always makes sure that both our phones and power banks are working and were fully charged before we go to work or if we have a mission.

I went out of her room and headed to our kitchen's counter, I ate my breakfast alone this time - the bread, pancakes, bacons, eggs and orange juice. This is the most quiet time I have ever had while eating. We are always like a riot when we're having our breakfast. Usually, we talk even as we eat. Sharing whatever and anything that happen to us during the day and about her work. Who she hated and the customers that I need to teach some lessons on how to respect her chosen line of work.

Sometimes we talk about the latest showbiz gossip or argue about some tv shows we both like and hate. Sometimes we drool over some handsome actors with equally hot bodies on movies that we were watching and imagine how we will have them on bed. We openly talked about how we'd love to have s*x with them that we will both end up hot and bothered after those talks and will be busy either having a cold shower or locked up in our separate bedroom, self exercising. I smirked at that.

But this time I was eating alone, quietly and disturbingly alone. I find this silence boring without the usual laughters and giggles, without the teasings and banters that will soon end up in throwing left over foods against each other. I was thinking of several reasons of why she hadn't or did not call on me. She was probably dead tired last night, was one of the reason that popped out. Or her phone could have been dried out and so was her power bank. But that's unlikely of her. Very unlikely.

"I'll just ask her tonight. That's too careless of her if she didn't charged her phone and power bank" I mumbled as I eat. I keep worrying over her while devouring my hardworked meal. 

What? As much as I love cooking, I also love eating. And inhaling my own masterpiece is the best appreciation and gratitude that I can get. Laugh all you want but after you taste my cooking, you surely will be busy and not look at anybody as you eat my delectable creations. Thank you, self!

"I'll visit her later at her work. That will surprise her" I giggled, thinking of Ellie's surprised face. I did that to her several times and she was so embarassed everytime while she was serving me.

With that on my mind, I finished eating, devouring more likely, my breakfast leaving Ellie's huge portion and put it on the fridge so she can heat it up anytime she comes home. I then took a bath and get ready for my work.

"Since she's not here, I'll borrow her favorite shirt and pants. That will teach her. Oh! The shoes too" I said as I imagine the riot when Ellie finds out later and laughed at my childish behaviour.

I proceeded and readied myself for the day thinking of the bills that we had to pay this month. Water, electricity, phone, food and whatever that will get us going for the next day. I can handle it all, same with Zeke, but our little sister wanted to share the responsibility so we let her pay the water bills and let her buy some food she likes.

"Gosh, she will be having her birthday soon and I haven't chosen a gift for her yet. Has it really been eight years since she came here? It's a good thing that Mom has taken her in because if not, she might have ended up in a worst situation."

Shivers and goosebumps covered my skin as I think about the worst case scenarios if we did not visit her at her past home. My mind keeps revolving on the memories from when we had taken Ellie in. It's not a pleasant memory to me because she was not in a good condition that time.

"Anyway, all in all it is great because I ended up having a cute and funny sister instead of just a childhood friend" I consoled myself saying this over and over.

My thoughts ran through our pasts, from the moment that Mom introduced Ellie's mom to me and the time that Mom has legally taken Ellie in. It is not an easy task to raise two children as a single mom, but my mother breezed through it. My mom's death was the hardest part we have gone through especially to Ellie.

She's been traumatized when her mother disappeared without a trace. And when my Mom passed away, Ellie cried harder than me that made everyone thinks that she was my mother's real child. And I love her for that. I love that she looks up to and loves my mother as much as I do and treats me as a real sister, too.

I can't help but love her like my Mom does. She's a sweet positive girl and a brave one. My mother's death and her mom's disappearance will probably push a girl of her age to depression that has the tendency to be a suicidal person but she didn't and was not. She is that strong.

She stood up and braved it all. That's why I love and respect her more. Not because my mom said that I had to treat Ellie as a sister but because the girl deserves it. She deserves all the love in the world can give. Or the universe for that.

I treated her as my baby sister even though we are only several months apart. Yes, we are of same age but I treated her as my baby sister. So does Zeke. But Zeke is worst, he treats us both like we are still in our diapers. Funny for someone who'd see us, yes, but irritating as well.

"I'm still older by a few months", I always tell Ellie then laughed when she pouts. "Just for a few months" she will always answered back. And laughed with me.

I went out and prepared to face my work head on as I imagine Ellie's face when I walk up to her work on the later hour. Making her shy and uncomfortable is always my idea of fun. You would think that I am bullying her, but I'm not. It is my way of showing my love and support for her and she knows it.

"That cute surprised face of her will be worth it!" I kept thinking and laughs as I walk. Not thinking that I would be the one surprising myself later.