*Beth's POV*
I'm glad I didn't have to work late, today. My shift goes from 2:45 to 4:20 and I was only kept for a minute so at least I'll get home before dark.
My shift ended about five minutes ago but I couldn't get the image of that girl, Malinda, out of my head. She looked horrible. Not in a rude way, of course! Her clothes were kind of ragged, and I saw many bruises on the exposed parts of her legs and arms. I wonder where those came from...she was really tired looking, to, from the way she looked and talked...
I sigh and walked out of the store, before I could leave I had to clean up the mess that a couple of 17-year-olds made when they were throwing Sprite cans at each other in the isles.
I looked around and spotted my little black bike leaning against the wall of the store, chained to a streetlight.
I unchain it and hop on, pedaling away from the 7-11.
I don't live very far away from it, though, so it was only a few minutes before I got home.
My mom was probably just getting home from her job as a teacher also. I was right, as I neared my little red-roofed home I spotted her Suburban parked in the driveway.
I pedal up the driveway and put my bike in the open garage.
Laying it next to my little brother's box of random toys that he kept in here, I hop off and open the garage door that led to the kitchen.
"Mom, I'm home!" I call into the house.
"Okay! I'm in the living room. Before you do anything could you help your brother wash the dishes?" she asks from the far end of the house.
I frown. "Why is he washing dishes in the first place?"
"He has to learn at some point."
"Mom, he's 5."
"So? You learned when you were 5."
I sigh irritably and look down the kitchen hallway. Sure enough, my baby brother was standing on a little plastic purple stool with orange legs, reaching over the sink and trying to wash a pan that was bigger than his little head.
I frown and walk quickly up to him, taking the pan gently and handing him a coffee mug to wash.
"Here, wash something smaller, first." I put the soap in the cup for him and show him how to wash them and eventually he got the hang of it.
I continue to help until all of the dishes are washed and put away.
By the time we got done, my brother; Alister, looks like he's about to fall over.
'He's so tired...' I thought, picking him up.
He yawns and lays his head on my shoulder.
"Mom, I'm putting Alister to bed." I tell her.
"Not yet, Bethany, you still have to teach him to use the washing machine, dryer and how to wash the car." she objects.
My mouth drops open. She wants a freakin 5-year-old to do all of that for her?!
In case nobody noticed, my mother is very, VERY lazy and she's lost at least 6 jobs since she's had Alister. Right now she's sitting in front of the TV watching the news and probably close to going to sleep herself. She thinks that she's supposed to be worshiped like a goddess, and I'm usually the one who has to cook the food for her and Alister.
Sometimes she's just so lazy that she'll stay on the couch all night and half of the next day. She'll only get up to go to the bathroom and that's it.
I have no idea who my dad is, but I wonder what made him fall for a woman like THAT.
I grumble something under my breath and quietly sneak upstairs with Alister.
He's already asleep on my shoulder so there's no way I'm going to wake him up to go wash a freakin car.
I put him into his bed gently and pull the blue covers over him.
I sigh quietly and walk back out of his room, shutting the door quietly and hoping that my mom won't know that I disobeyed her 'godly' orders.
One of these days I'm going to tell her right to her face.
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AHAHHAAHHAHAH!!! TOLD YOU I WOULD BE QUICKER WITH LE UPDATES!!!!!!!
And YES Beth has a role in le story!! :D
YAAAYYY TIME TO GET REALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >:)
