Victoria's POV:
Like every Sunday, another torture comes up. Staying at home all the day with Jan. What a pain. I look at the clock, it's 10:24am. I slept a lot since I stayed up all night on TikTok because I didn't had anything better to do. I don't even want to stand up and go to the living room. If Jan hears me he would start ordering me to do things and I don't want it to happen again.
I can't stay in the bed all the day. I have to stand up.
And so I do.
I open the door of my room and I go in the kitchen cautiously... Nobody here.
Relief.
Trying to not make much noises I open the cabinet of the kitchen and I take a cup, I make a hot coffee... Just for me.
I drink it and I watch my phone like I didn't watch it enough during the night but I don't care.
I finish to drink my coffee when I hear Jan's voice in his room. He seems relaxed, with no stress right now.
Because I still didn't gave him my beautiful good morning with some curse word for our arguments.
Until there is peace I try to enjoy and take advantage of it. I go in the bathroom and I make a skin care I relax and I take my time. 11:42am. I'm dressed and I'm reading a book. It's my time to go to Jan and ask him what he wants for lunch.
Yes, I'm dumb, I'm stupid, I'm naive. I want to do it because even if I hate him I grew with him and I care about him.
But I still hate him.
I knock on his door.
«What?»
That's all he can say when I enter in his room, with that annoyed tone of his.
A classic.
«What do you want to eat today?»
I ask hoping he will give me a decent response and that he doesn't ask me to go and get a castle.
«I don't know, something possibly edible»
He replies
«Any type of pasta is fine for you?»
I ask
«Yeah, yeah, now just let me work, you're already disturbing me enough»
And we're starting our day.
Why does he have to be so fucking annoying?
What did I do wrong already?
«Look that I came to ask you what you want to eat to make you a favor.»
I say sternly
«However, your food is always trash so I don't even care anymore»
Yeah, this hits me.
I love cooking, when I was 6 I always cooked with my mom and always made delicious food.
I hope he's joking.
«I could even not cook, you know that right?»
And I'm about to leave his room already bothered by his attitude
«Don't you even dare. I don't ask you many things, just to make the chores and to cook! Why it's so hard for you to do this two damn things?!»
He starts yelling at me
«What about the study? I'm not a slave and i have to study too, for my future!»
I already lost my temper
«And I don't care! You have time to study!»
He did lost his too.
«No, I don't! I have a lot of things to do during the day, you know?»
I inhale and exhale air... I don't want to get that angry already.
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