Psycho Love {Chaelisa}

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3 months later...

LALISA MANOBAN'S POV

"NO!!!"

My feet instantly sprint towards the sources of the sound. The heavy fall sound made my heart skipping its beat as I run as fast as I can towards the kitchen. The pen and the files all dropped from my hand as I sprint into the dining entrance with my bare feet and my half done hair.

"God!!" I gasped. My hand immediately put on my chest for a damn I feel like I just lose my soul for a second. I can't believe it's just merely an outburst of this adorable chipmunk.

"Lisa!" She call my presence then pout. Her left hand holding the spatula and the other holding an uncooked bread. I assume she must be cooking for herself and have the other people living miserably in this kitchen. Joy is basically having herself flat on the floor as if her soul has left her body.

I gave Joy a questionable look which she just shook to. I totally understand that response in an instant. She was trying to tell me she's fed up with the Queen mood swings.

Hell, imagine me the one who's staying with Rosie 24 hour over 7 days. I'm not complaining but her mood swings really is a hell of pain to deal with. Sometimes she's okay, sometimes she is not. Sometimes she could even laugh all of sudden when she sat there beside me out of blue with no reason at all. Sometimes she cried hard sobbing when she just chilling sitting on the couch or when she lay down on the bed. When I asked her the reason, she told me she don't know the reason and that she just want to cry.

Also sometimes she got angry at absolutely everything. Everything shit. EVERYTHING. God fuck sake, even if the wind blew on her skin when she is outside, she punch her hand in the air then kick her legs with those merciless curse came out of her mouth. If wind could made her get angry, imagine those guards, maids, V, Joy and me for worst had to go through. It's hell but what can I do? Sometimes I wasn't even allowed to speak because she said it annoy her. Then yes I have to stay mute for one day and can only talk for the next day.

I'm grateful she didn't even stop me from breathing or else I'm dead by now.

"Uh.." my hesitant feeling kicks in. She look like she is in bad mood with the way she hitting the spatula onto the kitchen island. I can see the rage from the deep frown on her face. If the spatula is human, it'll have it's head burst now. The brain might as well spill all over the place the way the flour did.

"What?" She hissed. Her voice pitching up which giving me the cue I shouldn't do any single simple mistakes or I'm dead in an instant.

I swallow hard. The fucking Joy already pretend like she is dead on the floor trying to escape. That brat really know how to run away from this kind of situation. Shit.

She should teach me sometimes.

"Nothing my love" I smile awkwardly. I approached the chair across to her then sit myself down as quiet as I can. Sometimes, even creaking stuffs can get on her nerves. I'd rather not giving her any reason to pull my hair today. I didn't even do my hair yet. This chipmunk refuse having me far from her in which cause me the trouble to done my hair and skincare in the living room because she told me she want to cook in the kitchen. I have to stay near 24 hours under her eye-sight or she'll freak out for no reason.

And I don't know why.

Maybe pregnancy hormone, I guess.