Cinderella (Seventeen)

'Herbs' and Noodles

Chapter Eleven

*JiEun's POV*

Damn it. He's developing a conscience. Now, we don't want that, do we?

"Soyou. Stop being a little bitch, and bag that shit right now," I slapped her head, pointing to the small pile on the table.

"Mom, have you given appa his morning coffee yet?" Kara came into the back room. The room he won't ever come in because I told him it's for girly time. You know, painting nails and stuff.

"No, I haven't," I stood, grabbing a small bag from the other side of the table. "And I expect that to be bagged by the time I get back," I shot a look at Soyou, who just carried on with what she was doing.

"Time and money is wasting girls, do you want to end up on the street? Is that what you want?" I spalled her head and went into the kitchen, making coffee. Slipping in the contents of the bag into his mug, I heard him come into the room as I stirred it until it dissolved.

"I..." he began, sitting down and holding his head. Ugh. He's moping over the slut of a daughter.

"Honey, drink this," I smiled, handing him the mug. "We can talk things through when you've woken up properly." I rubbed his back. There had better be some damn good dollars in that bank account, because I cannot stand this man. His constant whining.

He's jittery right now and looking around, because I haven't given him his daily dose. Not that he knows, but this special blends of herbs makes him far more susceptible to ideas, and basically, he will do anything I say, and believe everything he is told.

After he's sipped it down, I feel his shoulders relax. It's been over 10 years, I'm sure he's dependent on it without even knowing it.

When it's taken away, he's nothing. He has no brain for himself. He is weak.

"What were you saying about Hyolyn?" I probed, hoping he had returned to the state I made him.

"That bitch? She doesn't understand a caring family even when it was in front of her stupid face," he spat, sighing. "I don't understand what is wrong with her."

"She's just confused. She doesn't know the great man you are," I smiled. He stood, grabbing his coat.

"Can I get some coffee to go?" He smirked, pecking my lips.

"Sure thing," I returned the smirk, mixing the blend into his mug while he gave Kara a hug.

He doesn't know. And he will never know.

In a few years, if not less, it will kill him. And that money will be mine. And then I can get back everything that was taken from me.

*Hyolyn's POV*

I feel awkward living with 13 guys... but then again, I don't have any where else to go.

"Are you sure they're all alright with this?" I asked Wonwoo for the millionth time.

"Hyolyn. Chill. They're all fine with it," he laughed, messing with the wires beside me.

"Well Hyolyn, it has been a week, you're injuries seem to be healing well. You can go home. BUT. Rest," the nurse told me, unhooking the wires from me. What... I can leave? Just like that?