I groaned when I heard my alarm go off, and snoozed it. I rolled my eyes and just got up.
I still haven't really talked to Jahseh. I decided to look at things from a professional point of view. He was my boss and I was here to do a job.
I would so my job and stay out or the way as much as possible. I would be in and out.
I walked into my bathroom and turned the light on. I turned on the water and rinsed my face to wake myself up.
I did my morning routine and I was done in ten minutes. I connected my phone to my speaker and played some baddie music to get myself going for the day.
I picked out my outfit and then started my shower water.
(thirty minutes later)
I decided to stay comfortable today with some blue and white shorts and a black crop top. I had a few new clothing items because I ordered me some things when I got my first check.
The pic & fit
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I slicks my edges and applied some lip gloss. I snapped a picture and posted it on Snapchat before going back into my room. It was kind of messy but I decided to wait and clean it after I made Jahseh's breakfast.
I turned off my speaker and music and then left my room, going to the kitchen.
A/N- am I explaining shit too fast or y'all getting the point cause I can't tell 💀
When I got to the kitchen, Jahseh was standing in the kitchen drinking something out of a cup.
"Good morning, boss." I greeted him and opened the fridge, taking out some eggs and bacon.
"Morning," he mumbled. He hasn't really been saying much to me these days. Which is fine by me, I'm over his toxic shit. "Ski and Trunks are on the way make enough for them too."
"Yes sir," I mumbled and grabbed and mixing bowl out of the cabinet along with a fork and some seasonings.
"Marianna."
"Hmm."
"Why are you sitting here talking to me like a white people?" He asked me.
"I'm just trying to me professional, my bad." I mumbled and started cracking some eggs into the bowl.
"Professional for what?" He chuckled. "I thought we were friends."
"Nothing about us is friends," I pointed out.
"Well there was and you just started acting funny," he explained.
"I'm not acting funny. You put your fucking hands on me."
"When?"
"That night your friends came over when I made wings, I guess I didn't dress to your liking and you choked me out in the bathroom."
"I don't remember that, Mari," he explained.
"What were you drunk or something?"
"No I just-" he stopped talking and took a deep breath. "Look there's something you should know."
"What?" I looked at him.
"I Have split personality disorder." He stated. "I have this one that... he gets angry and violent and my eyes get bla-"
"T-that's what happened your eyes were black."
"I'm so sorry," he told me. "Let me make it up to you what can I do?"
I thought about it for a second, "can I get my room redecorated and painted and stuff?"
"You plan on being here past your birthday?" He asked.
"Yeah I mean it's a good job why leave?" I shrugged.
"Then alright, I'll have someone come by later to get your ideas and it'll get done by the end of the week." He agreed.
"Wait really! I thought you would say no I'm not gonna lie," I admitted.
"Anything you want it's yours I already told you," he smirked at me. "Just.... Forgive me, baby?"
"Yes I forgive you just stop calling me baby."I laughed.
