𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘||𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘

2.2

feb 11 2007

Nakia awoke to the sound of music. She grumbled, groggily sitting up. She looked outside the window to see the sun was barely rising. She kicked her feet over the edge of the bed.

What time is it? She thought to herself. She stared at the green alarm clock on the nightstand.

6:59 AM

What the hell? Nakia groaned. She was used to Reginald waking them up early to get training in. She always thought it was his way of torturing them. But why the hell would Thomas need to wake up this early? She sighed as she stood up and made her way to the bathroom.

After her shower, she fumbled through the drawers to find an outfit for the day. She ended up with a pair of dark grey sweatpants, black socks, and a black shirt with a woman named Aaliyah on it. She didn't know who Aaliyah was, but the shirt was pretty.

Yawning, she left the room and walked to the kitchen to see Thomas at the sink. His speaker was on one of the cabinets, blasting music. Thomas turned around from the sink to see the girl standing in the hallway staring at him.

"When are you going to stop doing that," he grumbled. "You hungry? Eat up, kid. We got a long day ahead of us." Nakia walked into the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter.

"What's going on today?" she asked, pouring herself cereal.

"Cleaning," he responded, handing her the milk from the fridge. Nakia stared at him.

"Cleaning," she repeated, pouring her milk, and taking a bite. "Why exactly are we cleaning?"

Thomas looked at her, as he paused the music. "Because it's tradition. One of the days on the weekend I take time to clean my humble abode. And now you are part of that tradition."

Nakia muttered under her breath."What was that?" Thomas asked.

"Nothing," she grumbled, eating her breakfast. Thomas smirked and nodded as he turned the music back on.

After breakfast, Thomas instructed Nakia to clean the bathroom as her very first chore in the Overton household. She had never cleaned a bathroom before; Grace did everything to keep the house afloat. Dishes, laundry, sewing, cleaning - Grace did it all. Nakia could argue that Grace was the real head of the house. She actually did shit.

When Thomas made sure Nakia was cleaning the bathroom, he decided to go to the grocery store to pick some stuff up. He promised he wouldn't be more than an hour and he left after.

Not twenty minutes later, she heard the door open. Her heartbeat sped up. There was no way that Thomas was back that quickly. That wasn't Reginald at the door. So who was it?

It had to be Reginald. He had found her. Or paid for someone to. Oh man. She was toast; that person was going to drag her back to the academy. Maybe Reggie hired someone to track her down and assassinate her. She slunk back by the bathtub, her breathing rapidly increasing.

She could hear the person walking around Thomas's house. Nakia knew this wasn't the way to go. If someone was going to drag her back to that terrible place or kill her she'd rather go down fighting than stay hidden.

Nakia slowly stood up, slinking towards the bathroom door. She closed her eyes and hoped that she could still turn invisible. Nakia stepped out of the bathroom and crept into the living room. The man was sitting on Thomas's couch eating chips and watching TV. He was tall and bald. He had a small beard.

Nakia sighed and stepped in front of the TV. Nothing.

He couldn't see her. She was safe. But she still didn't know who he was...