Loving the devil

Loving The Devil {Chapter One}

*unedited*

Yvette's pov

Have you ever wondered how your life managed to turn into such a mess?

Because, honestly, I hadn't done anything to deserve mine.

It was just fate.

Deep in thought, I heard my mother shout from downstairs.

"Yvette! Come downstairs!"

Can't a girl get some rest?

I dragged myself downstairs, my feet practically scraping against the floor like an overdue pregnant woman.

The moment I entered the living room, both my parents' faces lit up.

"My beautiful daughter..." Mom started.

I narrowed my eyes.

What were they up to?

One thing you should know about my parents is that they never compliment you for nothing. Whenever they suddenly start calling you beautiful, sweetheart, or darling, they usually want something in return.

"What do you want?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at them.

"Oh my God, she's onto us," Mom whispered loudly to Dad.

"Nothing, sweetheart," she said with a nervous chuckle. "Your dad has something to tell you."

Dad looked at her in disbelief.

"Me?" he gasped.

"It was your idea," he mumbled.

"You're the man of this house. It's your responsibility," Mom insisted.

"Oh, shut up," he muttered before suddenly laughing.

"Shut up... Do you get it?"

He pointed at me, laughing at his own joke.

I stared at him like he had lost his mind.

Apparently, my face said enough because he stopped laughing.

His expression became serious.

"Darling, sit down."

I did.

"My dear, as you know, things have been very difficult for us lately. There's a lot to deal with. The laundry shop isn't doing well, and your mother's job at the newspaper company isn't paying much..."

"Dad, get to the point," I interrupted.

I hated when people beat around the bush.

He sighed.

"Your mother and I can't afford to pay for your education unless you get a scholarship. So we were thinking... maybe you could join me at the laundry shop for the meantime."

I froze.

For a moment, I couldn't hear anything.

The room suddenly felt smaller, and every breath seemed harder to take.

"Yvette?"

Mom's voice sounded distant.

I struggled to breathe.

"Take it easy, dear. Breathe in and out."

She gestured with her hands, and I followed her instructions until my breathing finally began to settle.

"I..." I swallowed. "I am not working at the laundry."

I said it slowly, still trying to catch my breath.