Chapter 2 HEARTACHES

THE UNLIKELY

by

WINNIE WRITES💙💙

EVA'S POV

"Sister, aren't you going to your workplace today?"

Daisy asked on the dining room during breakfast. It was a simple meal of bread and egg, and I woke up early to make it. Mr. Presly had honored his word to pay my salary for the daysu worked. I got my pay this morning, and I didn't forget to drop a "thank you"

As usual, I wrote down a list, appropriating different amounts to different needs on a scale of preference. It wasn't enough. If i take out their fees for the term, the money remaining won't be enough for feeding. But it's fine, I'm going to get a new job and it'll all be over. I said, motivating myself.

"That's true, on a normal day, you'll be telling us to hurry, that we are running late. Today is quite different, have you lost your job? " Dahlia supported the motion. There's no lying with them. They've always been smarter than their age.

"No, my darling, I just got a better paying job that'll make us more comfortable" I lied, I hate to be the lying sis, but I think every parent do that at times.

Right mum??

I asked in my mind

"Dont you want that?"

They both nodded

We chatted through breakfast, and it was time for them to leave. They were running late already and they needed to catch the bus for school

John came down immediately, I think he was maybe trying to make it look like a coincident with when I'll want to leave. This has been his trick for months now. He'll approached me when I'm about to leave for work, asking for money. I'll have no choice than to give him because I was running late.

"Eva, Good morning," He said, coming down in a haste. I stared at him in contempt and hatred. He was looking unkempt and dirty, but why do I care.

"Good morning, Dad," my little ones greeted even tho he ignored totally

"Eva, please, I need some money for something," He said with a smile.

Wow!!

I didn't know he took the "take care of your parents" thing more seriously, but he didn't know they only take care of parents that took care of their children's need. It's meant to be reciprocated. Despite the fact that I'm running Daisy and Dahlia late, I won't agree to his scheme today..

"Why do you need the money?" I asked

"I just told you for something," He said rightfully.

i keot calm, i didn't want to see my little ones through this drama.

"I don't have money right now, and even tho I did, I won't give you anymore. I refuse to fund your drinking saga. I'll do it no more. "

I was getting upset, and I refused to let him win today.

"Drinking?? I'm not drinking"

when has a drunkard ever agreed he was drunk.

"I'm your father, and you should do as I say," He commanded

"You're my father that's why I should be your responsibility and not the other way round. I have a lot to say, but I refuse to do it in front of the kids"

I sniffed

"If you have any iota of shame left in you, i think you should leave us now"

I told him as I walked away with the kids.

And where did I get that courage again??

Cool

I give a damn about no one.

I better hurry up so I can start looking for a new job. Getting back home, i went straight to my room, to bring out the money I hid. I need to start using them before the owner take them away.

I was surprised to see my room scattered, my clothes were littered everywhere and it looked like someone had entered my home.

I certainly hope it's not dad,

I went to where I kept the money and it was gone. Everything was gone. Nothing was left behind, not even a dime.

I felt so heartbroken that I could feel my heartbeat increased.

What have I ever done to warrant this? Why was i cursed, cursed to never have a good fate, cursed to be surrounded by chaos and limitations. Is this the best for me. I was tired. I pulled my hair in tears, and I wish I wasn't born.

FRED'S POV

I loved the silence in the house as everyone ate breakfast in peace. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of forks and knives clashing each other. I appreciated it. Breakfast was the only meal we had together as a family, and breakfast is where decisions are made, where orders are carried out. Inasmuch as I loved the serenity, I feared the worst, the next conversation after the meal, what would be asked of me to do.

"How was your date yesterday?" Mum asked, breaking the silence. I could feel my heart beating. I'm 28 years old but I still cower at the sound of my parents' voice. These people traumatized me really badly.

"It went well, Ma," I said, saving the details, i really want to leave the table.

"I heard you were late to the meeting, I was surprised because I thought a man of your caliber, judging from the high upbringing we gave you, you'd be a punctual man." Dad added.

He has always been the one to say mean things in a coded way. He always looked down on me, I dony blame him. Heard he had a rough upbringing.

He often told me how he scaled through school on his own, started his business without the aid of anyone. I understood his point and it's a shame i can't be like him. I was too little to fit into his dream.

"I'm so sorry dad, I got into a little bit of an accident on my way there. It consumed my time. It won't happen again" I apologized, rubbing one foot against the other to ease the tension an to not make me scared.

"You should be, you're a fine man, perfection is all you need to be complete" Mum added.

That girl snitched on me, i thought. It was an honest mistake , now it's going to escalate.

Mum's scolding was interrupted by a call. It was one of these few times that I was glad they were busy people.

"we have to leave now, there's an emergency at the site" Mum said

"This is not over, we'll talk about this, you need to be taught some manners"

She said as they head out together.

I can't believe I escaped that, I was so happy. I really need to be perfect, that way I can prove my worth to my parents.

I'll make them proud of me