Chapter 3 PLACES

THE UNLIKELY

WINNIE WRITES💙

EVA'S POV

It has been a week since I lost my job, and getting a new one is more difficult than I thought. Most especially with my zero qualification. I had no skill, neither was there anything I was good in. It was my bad luck playing me hard over and over again.

We'll soon run out of cash if I don't get a job, I can't watch my siblings starve. Dad has refused to return the money he took, the money that I kept for their school fees, and a little restocking for the house. I've known better. Next time, I'll just give him the little I'll come up with instead of letting him take all my planned money.

I was on my way back from a shop. I went to ask if I could assist in serving, as expected, same reply I'm getting from different shops. It was as if they were threatened not to let me. It was frustrating.

"Eva, Heyy!!" I heard someone call my name

"Eva," the person called again. I turned to see Mama Raymu. Mama Raymu was a friend to my mum's. She moved away after the death of my mum, but I still saw her around. She had assisted us a lot, and sometimes, the twin stayed at her place when I was coming in late.

"Eva, what are you doing here?. You didn't go to work?" She asked when she got here.

Unable to answer her question, I let out a tear.

She reflexively understood my situation. She knew I've lost the job she connected to me.

"It's already Eva, I got you,"

I hugged her slowly, I really needed a mother's warmth, someone who could listen to me and share my burdens with me.

"I really need another job, Ma. Can you help me again, please. I've been searching for a week now."

"I don't know how this will go with you, but can you work as a maid at the Damaero's mansion?"

If i can remember vividly, that was where my mum worked before she died. Things were a lot better when she started working there. Of course, she'll agree. It wouldn't be bad to get a lot to save up.

"Ma, I'm more than ready to go with you, i can even go now." I said optimistic.

"No, you should go prepare, you'll come tomorrow to my place, I'll take you there."

I thanked her and left still in the celebration mood. A part of me was worried, tho. Maybe Mum's memories were in that house or maybe not. They didn't even send a condolence message to me or maybe her salary. It's not like I knew what transpired there.

Still in my thoughts, i walked into my dad going out. I said nothing to him, ignoring him as usual.

"Eva, he called. Why didn't you go to work?" He asked

I felt bad. There was no sober time with him. I felt disgusted as i could perceive the smell of alcohol from where he was standing.

" And, why do you care?"

" I wanted to ask you for another money, but I've checked inside, there's nothing."

Woww!!!

And I wanted to believe he noticed and cared.

"Don't think about it," I said to myself, I ignored him totally and started walking away

"I'm your father, I'm not done talking."

It took everything in me not to reply him. I pray I save up enough money so I can leave the house with my siblings. He can wallow in.poverty for all I care.

FRED'S POV

I sat in my office tired. I was done with my shift for today, but a part of me wanted to stay to help people, to treat them. Maybe not so. Another honest part knew i was using my patients to forget my family issues. Anytime I treat a patient to normalcy, I see it as an applaud. I'm not a failure anyway. Maybe mum and dad should look into my medical skills. I've had zero death records. it pains me to know I'm that child that craves for attention, for validation. I'm 28 for crying out loud. I'm a man. There should be a limit to how i feel. Maybe it is time i start speaking up. Time i start fighting for something. Time I look out for things I feel attached to, things that make me happy. I'm no more being a puppet to my parents.

I heard a knock on my door. I asked my assistant to tell no one i was inside. Who could it be, I needed these relaxing times for myself.

"Come in." I said, staring at the door, disinterested.

I was surprised to see Sophie walk in.

"What does she want?" I asked myself. It's been a week after our date,I've dropped no calls or texts. And tho I've seen hers. I didn't want to get close to her, I really don't want to hurt her with the fact I don't love her.

"Hello, Sophie." I said calmly as she walked in. Despite the fact that i didn't like her, I won't be rude to her. It'll be silly of me. Sophie is a nice person.

"Hi Fred!!" She said excitedly.

"It's been a week, I've been expecting your calls, you didn't call me, why??" She feigned a pity look.

"I'm so sorry, Sophie. I've been busy with work, "

Heaven knows I hate to lie, but these are the little things we can't speak up for

"I know, that's why I've been texting, but you rarely respond."

"Anyways, it's fine, I came to give you lunch. I ordered myself, Mum told me your shift has ended, and I'm sure you're hungry. "

"Thank you so much, I'm grateful" I felt bad, should I just tell her I was uninterested in her, it'll make her sad, she's a good person and should be with someone that cares about her.

"I wanted to know if you're free for dinner, just the both of us, it'll be fun, i promise."

"Sure, it's fine by me,"

I hugged her as she left. Sophie was a charmer. I agree. I don't like her personality and all, but she cared, and maybe that's what matters.

Someone that cares, right ??

I've always wanted someone that cared genuinely