running from my masters

irenes little gift

A/n: switching back to the "I" pov.

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It had been about two weeks since I had last seen Larissa and Morticia. They had an argument at my house after Morticia had all but broken down my bedroom door and I left while they were shouting at each other.

Once I had come home after work they were gone. Speaking of work, today was Wednesdays second week working for me and oh how relieved I am to have a competent assistant.

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A knock on the door captures my attention and I shout for them to come in. Wednesday walks in, a bunch of files tucked under one arm and a brown bag in the other.

"your lunch." She says plainly and takes two sandwiches out of the bag while handing me two coffees. she's about to leave but I stop her and only take one sandwich and one coffee.

"you're forgetting your lunch." I say and she frowns. "I don't eat lunch." "So I've noticed." I smile at her.

"Sit." I gesture to the seat Infront of my desk and she frowns again. "But-" "It's an order." She rolls her eyes and sits down but doesn't touch the food.

"You know you can't function properly without eating." I smile at her and she grimaces. "So you invited me in here to talk about my eating habits?"

"Not necessarily. Now pick up the sandwich and eat it." She groans and picks it up, staring at me with a dead look. "I'm allergic to chicken." "I have the ambulance on speed dial." I shrug.

She mumbles to herself. "And the coffee." I raise an eyebrow at her and she picks up the coffee. "Is it black?" I nod. "Like your soul." For the first time today, she smiles.

"You know I could be making you money right now, but instead I'm in here having lunch with my boss." I smile at her and take a bite of my sandwich. "Then I guess I'll go bankrupt."

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I get home and immediately drop my things on the small table next to the door. I take my shoes off and sigh as I fall onto the couch. My feet are fucking killing me.

I take my phone out of my pocket and dial aria. "Wow I thought you forgot about me." She pouts cutely and I giggle. "Who could forget such a special girl?"

Aria smiles warmly at me and asks how I am. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I joke, "I'm safe. But I'm worried that you aren't." I try and keep a smile on my face for her.

"What made you feel that I'm not safe, sweetie?" I hear a hushing sound in the background and sit up. "Aria?" Arias staring at someone in the background, trying not to make it obvious.

"Don't make it obvious!" I hear Xavier whisper shout and Aria rolls her eyes at him. "You just did. Learn how to whisper idiot!" I would usually scold aria for her language but I laugh because Xavier is an idiot.

"Okay well, two women came to visit." I feel like the winds been knocked out of me. "What did they want?" "You. Who else?"

"Oh my god did they threaten you? Are you hurt Aria Walters? Xavier I swear to god if you let them hurt her!" I shout through the phone but Aria interrupts. "I'm fine, I promise you."

After I finally calm down I start asking more questions, "What did they look like?" "One was literally as tall as the doorway. I almost screamed I thought she was Slenderman. The other one looked like she was dead. No joke, she was a sickly colour and was wearing nothing but black. Also, she looked like a hooker."

I gasp, "Aria! Where did you even learn that word from?" I scold, "When you call anyone who cuts you off on the road a struggling hooker." She replies nonchalantly. I grimace, "Yeah fine continue."

"Any way, the tall one made it clear that she was ignoring Xavier. She was kind of a prick. Instead she came over to me and started asking about Auntie Irene. Meanwhile the hooker was asking Xavier so much questions he almost started crying." I can feel my hands balling into a fist.

"What was she asking about Auntie Irene?" I ask, praying it's nothing that would concern me. "Well she first asked how long auntie was out of town for, what she did for work, if she loved you." I expected that to be the end but Aria keeps going.

"When I said yes, and that you both love each other and that auntie Irene would kill the both of them if they touched you, she replied that unless auntie Irene was bulletproof, she's sure she could take care of her. Oh, and she was tapping on her purse when she said it. So I'm pretty sure that meant she had a gun when she walked in."

I grind my teeth together but put a kind voice on. "Is that all?" "Um no. The hooker bit Xavier for some reason-" "WHAT?" Xavier snatches the phone and I notice a scarf around his neck.

"She's just being dramatic. Look, I'm totally fine!" He says, but his forehead is glistening with sweat, which is how I know he's lying. I stand up again, picking my things back up and reaching under my coffee table for what irene gave me when she left.

"Xavier," I reply calmly. "Yeah?" He asks nervously. "I need you to look after Aria a little longer. Can you do that?" He nods as I put Irene's gift in my purse.

"Please be safe." He smiles sadly, "I will Xavier. Goodbye."

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