Soul Ties

Chapter 9 [Love is a weakness...]

Matthew 7:1

"Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you."

Ziana Carter
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A bead of sweat drops from my face as I continue to scrub the smooth wooden floors, my knee caps are drenched with soap bubbles and my eyes are bloodshot red with the strength of the bleach im using.

I am wearing a cleaning outfit but that doesn't help with my long bleach blonde braids that fall out of my tight bun and into the mess of cleaning products all over the floor.

My mask is thin and barely helps protect my nose from the sting of a mixture of cleaning sprays and products. My arm feels like its about to fall off with the pressure im using to clean this floor, but for the pay its worth it.

Its not the most glorious job and the money doesn't exactly make me a millionaire but anything helps.. anything.

"Thank you so much for this ziana, you are truly a lifesaver." My head whips up to Miss smith as she stands at the ledge of the doorframe.

She's young, pretty and calm, except for the times her crazy boyfriend comes over that is. Im not mad at her, its the one thing me and her really have in common. Well atleast use to.

She leans at the doorframe with her hand propped onto her hip, her chestnut brown hair shapes her face as it curls from the top of her head to the bottom of her chin, her brownish green eyes would be considered stunning if they didn't remind me so much of someone i cant get off of my mind. Her small pink lips twist into a smile as she looks down at me.

"Oh, dont mention it miss smith, It aint nothing far from what ive done before." I say putting down the sponge and standing up while dusting off my body.

She turns her head back into the living room as the low mutter of an old man is made clear. Her hand slaps onto her forehead before she rubs her temples in distress.

"Its going to be alright, miss smith. They are doing all that they can with him. Its best not to let this get to your head." I say while tugging onto my tight yellow sponge gloves. Ive been working with the smiths ever since i was a young jawn and needed to start picking up some spare jobs to help with the bills.

Her father is 87 years old now and lives with miss smith, she's his only child and since her mother passed she's all he has. It's important that we keep a professional relationship with each other but we couldn't help but relate on some things. It's painfully true.

"Is it evil for me to wish he would just go already? Daddy's been holding me back for years now. Im ready to live life already." Damn.

"When God wills for him to go, so shall it be. But the least we can do is make him feel warm and welcome in the meantime eh?" I tell her gently, in a way i can get through to her but still not get my self fired.

She sighs and nods her head as she picks up her handbag and ties a button in the middle of her Jet black pantsuit. Its taking everything in me not to be envious of her but how could i not be?

She is a very successful lawyer who spends so much time in her victory and work she can come home to this massive apartment and rest her feet knowing she has a stable job and life to wake up to the next day.... Man, that was way too much projection.