Chapter 3 CH 03

(_ASHLEY_)

I went back home really late because I had to clean the plates. Not just a few, but a pile of plates, cups, spoons, forks, knives that I had to clean. The cups reeked of alcohol and the plates, urghh. The combination of the various smells from the things I washed produced a really foul smell that I had worn a nose mask to avoid getting the awful smell.

I really hate the way Mala treats me. She literally punishes me everyday that I come here to clean the dishes before I go home. Most times, Clara helps but today she had to go home and meet her fiance.

"I am so sorry, Ash. I wish I could help you but you see..." She tried to explain but she had no reasons to, because I understood her clearly.

"It's ok. I understand you. He is at home waiting for you." I told her and she just smiled.

"I love you so much, Ash. Don't worry, will help you tomorrow." She told me and pecked my jaw.

"Did you have to do that?" I asked her and she smiled guilty, sticking out her tongue before running out. she knew how I hated the jaw kissing as if we were dating. even if we weren't dating, she shouldn't just kiss me.

Running away is typical her when she knows she is in trouble with me.

After cleaning the dishes, I went back home, the roads were awfully quiet and I was kind of used to it. I've gone home later than this many days and so it's but very normal. Walking and humming to my favourite celebrity's music, going down the streets to the house.

Ryan! He was never this cold. Although he has never been an open person before, but he wasn't this quiet as of now. He was a little lively and didn't mind the paparazzi taking photos of him. But after he lost his girlfriend and sister in that tragic accident, everything changed about him. I wish I could be of help to my celebrity crush, sing songs to comfort him and tell him how much everyone cares for him. I would have been in his shoes though, but I won't become a sadist because of that. I will live, because I know fully well that wherever they are, they want him to be happy.

Phew!! Finally the house is in view.

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I entered the house and there mom was, sitting on the floor as if she had passed out with a bottle of alcohol under her armpit, and many more bottles discarded on the floor. The whole house smelled of alcohol. She over loves drinking for a woman.

I tiptoed to my room so she won't see me, thanking God that her eyes were closes. .

"Siillliiy guurrrr are yo back?" She asked but I didn't respond. Crap! This woman has sharp senses even when she is almost dead of alcohol.

"And I thought that little witch was here. It's because of her that my Mona left me." She said and I just sighed. I am pretty used to her bickering. It's even better that she didn't see me, else, I would have been drenched in urine by now.

I quickly locked my door and climbed on my bed to sleep.

Do you know what I dream of? I dream of becoming a celebrity. I dream of becoming an idol. I dream of the day I will become so rich that mom won't have to complain about me. She won't have to drink and lay insults on me. It really hurts when she does these. Ever since she gave birth to me, she's only been drinking. She drinks herself to drunkenness and will beat the living hell out of me.

At times I will wonder if I am actually her biological daughter because she doesn't treat me as one. She's never cared for my schooling. Our neighbours actually did help me with my education till a certain level when I started doing minor jobs to raise my fees for my education.

I slowly closed my eyes but not without making a silent prayer to the Almighty. **I WANT TO BECOME A CELEBRITY** I won't have to suffer again.