Just a waitress (a jace Norman fanfic)

Chapter 37- adjusting

A/N sorry I know this is a really bad edit but I don't do a lot of these and I thought it was funny because I'm lame. So yeah now you can move in with your lives and read this chapter! Love ya'll!😘💜
Christine's pov
The car pulled through the tight streets of the developments in Miami, Florida. A lot of the houses looked the same. I wondered what aunt Cornelia's house would look like. I couldn't really imagine it because I've never met the woman. Most people would look at my situation and say "How can you move in with someone you've never even met?!" Normally I would think that too. But after all, nothing in my life is normal. We came out to a HUGE mansion that seemed to cast an ominous shadow over all the surrounding houses. I figured that we would pass by it, but instead the driver stopped in front of it. "Are you sure this so it?" I asked. He nodded. I shrugged and stepped out of the car and got my bags. The minute that was done the driver pulled away. I walked up the path to the threatening house. It looked kind of nice actually. Green lawn with gardens and stone fountains around the house. But it wasn't the house I was worried about. It was the person inside. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. A maid came to the door. "May I help you?" She asked nicely. She seemed to be in her twenties with blond hair pulled back into a bun. "Um I'm Christine Valentine. I'm supposed to be moving in with my aunt?" "Oh yes! We were expecting you. Come in!" She smiled and moved away from the door. I stepped into the big house. She took some of my bags. "I'll have to ask mrs. Sanders where you'll be staying. She's getting a massage now so I don't want to bother her." "That won't be necessary." A voice said from the top of the spiral stairs. I looked up to see a woman who looked to be in her late fifties early sixties staring down hard at us. She didn't seem as nice as the maid. She came down the stairs and came right face to face with me. She looked like she was staring directly into my soul. "Hello aunt Cornelia. I'm Christine Valentine." I said. "First of all. Do not call me aunt. It is mrs. Sanders to you. I inherited from the now dead mr. Sanders. Second. Do not speak to me. You only speak when spoken to. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Yes mrs. Sanders." I said. "Thirdly! You will not touch any of my things unless told to do so. You will not wander through the house freely. You will not leave without my permission." "Yes mrs. Sanders." Her eyes shot a glare at me. "And you WILL NOT interrupt me! Understood?" I nodded. "Good. Now some things you should know about the house. Lovely isn't it? It was built by husbands great great grandfather. It was passed down and when mr. Sanderson passed away everything was left to me. There are nine bedrooms, eleven bathrooms, the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, the library, the walk in pantry, the laundry room, the bar, the garage, the attic, the patio, the pool, the apartment. That is where you will be staying. There is only the one maid. She doesn't live here of course. Now take your bags to the apartment." I started to get my stuff and the maid helped me. "Don't help her Diane! She can manage on her own. You have a China collection to dust. Go!" Diane the maid quickly left. I started to leave. Then I felt hands on my shoulders spin me around and I was face to face with mrs. Sanders. I could feel her gross breath on my face as she spoke. "One more thing. You will never go into the attic. It is locked and you are forbidden to go up there! Never under any circumstances are you allowed anywhere near there. Repeat it back to me." She said sharply. "I will never go anywhere near the attic under any circumstances." She nodded and released me from her tight grip. "Good. Now go." I left quickly an went to the apartment. When I opened the door I saw a small bedroom and bathroom. It didn't look very cozy. White walls. Just my room in la alone was bigger than this whole apartment. Stop it Christine! That's not your room anymore. This is. And you better get used to it. Because your going to be here a while. And I shouldn't worry about mrs. Sanders. She's probably just warming up to me. But why have I never heard of her? Why didn't my parents say at least something? I've met all of my other family, the ones that were still living. But not even a mention of Cornelia sanders. And what was the whole attic thing about? Whatever. It's not my place to question. I went through my suitcases until I found the picture of me and jace. I picked it up and put it on the little dresser next to my bed. I soon decided to go out and explore the town. I walked out the door and grabbed my penny board and rode. I hadn't done that in a while. It felt good. I went through all the streets and passed shops and houses. Then I stopped dead in front of a little diner. "HELP WANTED." The sign on the window read. I went in and up to the counter. "May I help you?" The woman at the counter asked. "Yes. I'd like to apply for the job." She smiled. "Good! Just full out this application and then we want to see how you do in action." I took the clipboard from her and filled out the papers. Then I returned. "Alright! Here's your apron! Let's see how you do!" She held out a black apron to me. I took it and tied it around myself. I immediately felt a sense of belonging. This was who I am. I flew around the restaurant picking up dishes, putting down food, taking orders. It was awesome. I felt just like my mother. After a while I came back to the counter and took off the apron and held it out to the woman. "Keep it! Your going to need it! You were great! You start tomorrow!" She smiled. I thanked her. It was getting late so I decided to head back to the house. I walked into the house and at first no one was there. But then a chair spun around and mrs. Sanders stood up. "You! Where were you!" She said angrily. "I just went out to explore." I said. "What part of you do not leave without my permission do you not understand?!" She snapped. I couldn't think of what to say. "Since clearly you have trouble understanding plain English I will make this very clear to you. I feed you. I clothe you. I let you live here. But in exchange for all of that I own you! You do what I say when I say it! Is that clear?!" I was starting to get annoyed with her. "No! No that is not clear! You don't own me!" Suddenly I felt a hot pain on my cheek. She had slapped me across the face. "IS THAT CLEAR?!" She yelled. "You slapped me!" I said surprised. "I could do a lot worse than that for your disobedience! Do you understand?!" She repeated. I nodded. "Say it out loud!" She yelled. "I understand!" I yelled back. "Good. Now go to the kitchen and make me dinner. I want Rosemary chicken. And you better not burn it! Now!" She yelled. I went to the kitchen and found a cookbook. I made dinner while holding back tears. I served the food. "It's not as terrible as I was expecting. I guess your not as stupid as I thought. Now go clean the library. There's about twenty years of dust in there that will be gone by tomorrow." "But it's past 8:30. I would be up all night!" I whined. "Disobey me again and I will do much worse than slap you now go do it!" She said sharply. I ran to the library and started dusting the hundreds of books that hadn't moved in years. It wasn't until 1:00 that I finished. Then I stumbled back into my little apartment. I cleaned up and put on my pajamas and laid on my bed. I was tired but I didn't want to sleep. I turned over and saw the picture of jace and I. I couldn't hold back tears anymore. Was there no happy ending for people? Does everyone have to love this? I hugged the picture to my chest until I cried muskeg to sleep. All I can do is hope for a better day tomorrow.

Jaces pov
"Cut!" Everyone started talking. The director walked over to me. "Jace. What was that? You just skipped half the scene! What's up with you?" He asked. "It's nothing. I'll do better next time." I said. "Alright. TAKE FIVE EVERYONE!" He shouted. I walked to the dressing rooms and Riele caught up to me. "Jace that may have been the worst acting I've ever seen." She said. "I know! I just can't focus. Why did know one know about Christine's aunt? And why would she just show up out of no where just to take in one girl? It just doesn't seem right." I said. "Look. I know you miss Christine. We all do. But she's gone now. And she's probably happy where she is. She's probably sitting with her aunt on the beach enjoying a soda right now." I wanted to believe her. I knew that I was probably just being paranoid. But what if I wasn't? What if something bad is happening? "I know that your still adjusting to living without her, but at some point your going to have to move on." She gave me a comforting look before walking away. How am I supposed to "adjust" to living without Christine? Without her, I'm not living.