I put down the gun & took off my headphones. I was ordered to stay in this room & practice on my shooting. I'm sick of being bossed around like a dog. I've been in this manison for two weeks & haven't been out ever since. I miss the outside world. I wanna go to the mall & eat real food in restaurants. They got me eating lunch trays & drinking chocolate milk. I think I am prisoner. I heard screaming downstairs. I immediately ran out of the room & went downstairs. I scoffed at the mess I saw. Clothes everywhere.
"SOMEBODY COME GET THEY UNDERWEAR OUT OF THE REFRIGERATOR!"
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I giggled which drew his attention angrily.
"Something funny?" Michael asked "because I don't see shit funny!"
"Well the fact that your holding a pair of underwear in your hand & your turning red is making me giggle on accident. But you have to admit it, its kinda funny."
"Oh, so you think its funny?" He laughed "you think finding a pair of dirty underwear in the refrigerator is funny?"
I chuckled awkwardly "yeah, its hilarious."
"Well since you think its funny" he threw the underwear at me "you clean this shit up."
"Excuse me? I'm not cleaning nobody else's shit up!"
"Well today you are, this is your new job. Clean anything that looks dirty even the rooms. Your the new maid" he said walking off.
This nigga got me fucked up. I ain't cleaning this shit up. But yet again, he can kill me if i didn't. Fuck! He should've just murder me in the car. I sighed, might as well get to cleaning.
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I threw the last cloth in the dryer. Damn, I thought I was at the mall with all them clothes. I rather be stuck in my room all day then be doing this. Time to clean the Jacksons room up. Who to go first? I walked down the hallway deciding on who to clean first. I guess I'll clean Janet's room first. I opened the door to reveal a clean room. Don't have to clean this one, on to the next one. Jermaine 's room? Same. Randy's? Also same. All of them are clean & tighty expect Michael's. Well, I didn't necessarily go in yet but I'm kinda nervous.
What could be behind that door? A boobie trap? Nah, if they wanted to kill me they would've been done it when I first arrived here. I carefully twisted the doorknob & turned it. I opened the door to reveal a also clean room. But something caught my attention. The papers & pictures that was stapled on the board in the middle of the room. Little notes attached to each picture. I don't recognize anyone on the board. This could be some kind of plan he's making.
"What are doing?"
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I jumped & sighed in relief "I'm cleaning. I'm your new maid now."
"A maid?" She questioned "let me guess Michael gave you your new job?"
"Yes, he did" I just wish its wasn't this.
"Well we don't need a maid because we clean our own rooms. So I guess you have to asked him for another job" she said.
"She ain't getting another job" Michael said walking in his room " she's a maid & that's finally."
"So you want this bitch lurking in our rooms & touching our stuff?" She said "she could steal anything."
"Again, I'm right here."
"What the hell she gon' steal besides food Latoya? You sound stupid as fuck" He said.
"Michael, I had it about here with this foolishness. I don't want this mare in our house. Joseph wouldn't like it either & you know it!" She spat.
"DON'T YOUR EVER FIX YOUR LIPS TO SAY THAT BASTARDS NAME!" He yelled.
"HE'S OUR FATHER Y'KNOW. HE RAISED US" She yelled back.
"Our mother raised us" he corrected.
"Your just mad because father chose me to take care of things around here & have the money" she said.
He balled his fist up. Ah shit, that's my que to leave. I tip-toed quietly out of the room. I hurriedly ran downstairs.
"And where exactly you think your going?" Jermaine asked standing in front of the stairs.
"I-um."
"Your going to go back in the laundry room & fix my shit. My shirt is pink" he threw a pink shirt at me.
"Oops."
"Oops? That's all you got to say? If your gonna clean up, at least pretend to know what your doing. Because this shit here" he pointed at the shirt "is unacceptable."
"Well, stop leaving your shit all over the house then."
"This is my house & I will do whatever I wanna do" he said.
I threw the shirt at him "fuck off, Jermaine!"
"You wanna fight? Because I have the feeling you wanna fight" he said squaring up.
I pushed him "get out of my way!" I waked towards the kitchen. That argument between Michael & Latoya seemed very personal. I had to get out of there before shit got physical. So Latoya is the boss around here? Shocking. I thought Michael ran shit around here. But I can't stop thinking about that board. Who were all those people? Are they the feds? Is he going to kill them? I need to look at that board again. I heard footsteps coming down from the stairs. Latoya walked in the kitchen angry as hell. Her face was red & she was breathing heavy. It looks like she's been fighting. She took off her heel & huffed.
"Are you okay?"
She looked at me & threw her heel at me. I quickly dodged it "this is all your fault. We were perfectly fine by ourselves. Then you had come in here & draw all the attention!" She said.
"Exactly, how is that my fault?"
"You just wait until tonight. Your gonna be gone before anyone notices."
