Chapter 2 The Chaotic Child.

"If not the devil herself." Debbie mumbled.

Julie, Ma'am Margarita's daughter, walked in looking as bored and smug as ever.

Debbie rolled her eyes before she could stop herself, Of course Julie was trouble wrapped in pretty clothes.

She already knew what was coming next. She never missed a chance to make their life harder.

Julie stood in the doorway for a moment, looking around the house with her nose turned up like she was disgusted by everything.

Then, just as Debbie expected, she called out, loud enough for her mother to hear,

"Mom! Debbie and Daniel haven't even mopped the floor! How am I supposed to

walk in here with the floor this dirty?" Julie lied, complaining to her mother aloud.

Debbie clenched her fists at her sides, clearly angry. If eyes could kill, Julie would be dead already. Debbie's glare was too much.

She wanted to say something...anything...but she knew better. It didn't matter how hard she worked or how much she tried to keep things clean.

Julie would always find something to complain about. And worse, her mother always took her side.

"What the heck," Debbie cursed Julie in her heart, imagining all the things she would say if she could. But instead, she just stood there, biting her tongue and trying not to let her frustration show on my face.

"Debbie, Daniel!" Ma'am Margarita's voice echoed down the hall, it was loud and cold as always.

"Why isn't the floor mopped yet? Are you daring me?" she shouted in her authoritative voice.

Daniel and Debbie exchanged a quick look, both of them knowing what was coming.

Debbie stepped forward, trying to explain, "No Ma...we had just finished cleaning the kitchen and were about to...."

"Shut up that hole you call mouth," she quickly cut her off before she could finish.

"I don't want excuses. I expected this house to be clean by now." Her eyes narrowed at Debbie and then to Daniel, and they could feel the anger radiating off her.

"For not mopping the floor early, there will be no food for either of you today."

It was common in the house but Debbie felt very bad. "Not today." She mumbled. She was very hungry, one of the reasons she wanted to finish up her task.

Debbie felt the sting of her words like a slap across the face.

"No food?" she asked with shock written all over her face. She wanted to scream, to tell her how unfair it was, but she couldn't. There was no point in arguing.

She always had the last word. And she knew better than to question her. If she dares it, it will definitely land her in a bigger trouble that she wasn't ready for.

''My stomach already felt empty, and now she was going to punish us for something so small," Debbie thought to herself.

Julie, who had been standing and enjoying the show grinned, she looked so pleased with herself, like this was all some game to her.

"It serves you right," she said, still grinning from ear to ear.

Debbie hated that expression, that smug, that little smile she wore whenever she got her way. As if to rub salt in the wound, Julie walked over to the bucket of water Debbie had set out for mopping.

With one swift kick, she knocked the bucket over, spilling water everywhere. "Oops!" She exclaimed.

The soapy water splashed across the floor they had just cleaned, and Debbie stood there, staring at the mess, as her chest popped up and down in anger.

Julie didn't even bother to look at her. "Clean the floor very well. I don't want to come back and see this mess." She winked and started cat walking out of there to the couch and flopped down like she had done nothing wrong.

"Julie? Julie! Why did you spill the water? Why are you doing this?"

She didn't answer instead, she picked up a magazine from the coffee table, flipped through the pages as if the mess she had just made didn't exist.

Debbie's hands trembled with anger, and she bit her lip so hard she thought it might bleed.

What hurt Debbie even more was that Ma'am Margarita didn't say a word. She saw everything, how Julie kicked over the bucket, giving them more work but she just walked away as if her daughter hadn't done a thing.

It was like she was completely blind to Julie's behavior. Or maybe she just didn't care.

Debbie looked at Daniel, who was standing beside her, clenched his fists and looked very upset. She patted him on the shoulder trying to help him ease off.

"Let it go, she's not worth it. Calm down, Danny."

They stood there for a moment, frozen in place, staring at the puddle of water on the floor. It felt like all the hard work they had done that morning was for nothing.

Daniel could feel the frustration bubbling up inside of Debbie, he also noticed how her chest was tightening with each passing second.

Finally, Daniel sighed and spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's fine Debbie. We should just clean it up immediately to avoid more trouble. I know we're going to be fine soon."

Debbie nodded, "Yeah, we should," but she couldn't continue without saying what was on her mind.

"You know, I might strangle this girl one day."

Daniel glanced at her and chuckled. "I support you but we have to get rich before doing that."

Debbie stares at Daniel with a sober expression. Daniel understood everything her eyes held. He immediately grabbed her and gave her a reassuring hug. " Everything will be fine, very soon."

Debbie nodded, even though she didn't know when and how.

Every part of her wanted to walk out of that house and never come back, but she knew that wasn't an option. She wasn't ready yet.

They both didn't have anywhere else to go, and Ma'am Margarita and her daughter Julie knew that. She had all the power, and she used it to keep them in line.

All of a sudden, Julie began to scream, bringing them out of their thoughts.