Sunday 15th November
New York
7:30am
BedroomHaydee
I couldn't sleep all night. I kept tossing and turning and as soon as I doze off I get hit with a nightmare.
I was going shopping with my brothers today and I was very nervous.
I've never been shopping before but I've heard many drunk women at my work talking about it. What's a shopping spree?
Would there be a lot of people? Would they hurt me?
I don't want to go.I don't have any money and why would they be willing to spend anything on me? I mean by the look of me they must be embarrassed by me so they might buy me some new clothes atleast.
I decided to get up since the days weren't getting any longer.
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8:30am
Breakfast timeLucien
Why has she came into our lives now? She's not fit to live here.
I know I sound like a total asshole right now but it's true!
Don't get me wrong I've missed her but I can't let them know that. I can't get too close. It hurt to find out that she didn't remember any of us.
The more she hates me the less I'll hurt her. I was kind of proud of her for standing up for herself against me but cmon she could've thrown water at me!
I vividly remember her helping me when I was drunk but thank god she didn't mention it or else papa would've had my head.
I showered and did my other business before heading down for breakfast. I stopped infront of Haydees closed door and I could hear her talking to herself.
"How do you think today will go bunny?"
"Perfectly fine if you behave Haydee." she said it a squeaky voice. Was she talking to her teddy? The teddy we picked out for her when she was born.
I can't believe she still has that and is talking to that thing. Weird girl.
I chuckled to myself and knocked on her door.
"Come down for breakfast." I said in my normal stern chalky tone. I didnt wait for a response before leaving.
Everyone else were already downstairs eating so I sat down at my seat without a word. They were all talking about the business which kinda bored me.
"Goodmorning dee dee."
"Goodmorning princess."
"Goodmorning petite fille."
And I didn't even get a second glance when I came downstairs?? Talk about favouritism and she hasn't even been here for a week.
I scoffed rolled my eyes and glaring at her. She glared right back.
"Goodmorning everyone!" her sweet voice rang while she hurriedly sat down across from me.
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