It's so unfair! I make one stupid mistake and now I actually am being treated like an indentured servant. Stupid Brendon making me change the beds, walk the dogs, skim the pool and vacuum!? And he knows I have a killer headache. He's being so unfair!
I went upstairs and threw the blankets off my bed and pulled off my sheets, then took the pillows out of their cases. I put my leg on because that was easier for moving around. The sock was a bit uncomfortable but I'd shaken out all the sand I could. I didn't think much of it. I'd take my leg off as soon as I could and change the sock.
I went into the guest room grumbling that I had to change the sheets on a bed no one slept in. Aunt Sarah passed by as I was yanking at the fitted sheet that was stuck on the corner. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed.
"What?" I spat at her. Obviously she knew what Brendon was doing.
She shook her head and walked away without saying anything. She just looked... disappointed. Tears came to my eyes. I hated disappointing anyone. And I hated that Aunt Sarah hadn't even said good morning. I hated feeling like they were both mad at me.
I changed the sheets on the bed and went into their room and changed their bed, too. Then I went back to my room and put clean sheets on my bed. I gathered up all the sheets and brought them down to the laundry room.
"You can throw those in the machine, but we'll put the machine on later," Brendon said. I glared at him and went and dumped them into the machine.
"You can either vacuum, walk the dogs or skim the pool. Up to you," he said. I didn't say a word to him, went out back and started skimming the pool. So stupid. There wasn't even anything in the pool to skim. Just then a gust of wind blew a few stray leaves into the pool.
"Oh come on!" I said, and went back to skimming.
I finished that and then grabbed the dogs' leashes. Without saying a word, I left the house with the dogs on their leashes.
"At least you guys still like me," I sniffled, as Bogart jumped around me and Penny sniffed at my legs.
I walked them for about half an hour but then my leg was bugging me, so I went back to the house.
"You've got vacuuming to do," Brendon said when I came into the house.
"Am I allowed a glass of water at least? Maybe a crust of bread?" I said snarkily, showing him my glucose monitor was starting to trend low.
"Sit down. You should have a snack. What would you like? Yogurt and strawberries?"
"A crust of bread and a glass of lukewarm water should be fine, Warden," I muttered.
Brendon looked at me.
"Sam, don't be like that. How about a piece of toast and peanut butter and a glass of milk?"
I shrugged. I didn't plan on speaking to them more than absolutely necessary.
He made toast and poured milk while I went to pull out the vacuum and put it in the living room. I ignored Sarah sitting on the sofa, reading a book.
I ate quickly, put my dishes away and then vacuumed the living room, carelessly. I didn't care if I got everything. My head was pounding.
When I was done, I put the vacuum away and went up to my room. I was exhausted, my head hurt.
I lay down on my bed and I'm pretty sure I fell asleep pretty quickly.
I'm not sure how long I slept but Brendon came and woke me up and I still didn't feel rested. And my head still hurt.
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Leave The City (Book 8 of Adopted by the Josephs)
FanfictionWhen Samantha Joseph was younger, she never expected to make it to her 18th birthday. When she was 13, she ran from her abusive father and wound up getting adopted by one of her own heroes. Tyler Joseph and his wife Jenna had taken the teenager in w...