Tainted Innocence

C H A P T E R 9

Leilani

"You're late," said a lady with a thick russian accent. Papá just brushed her off and welcomed himself into the mysterious lady house.

I must admit, the inside was beautiful. For the exterior to look so old and run down the interior was breathtaking. I always loved buildings with that old architecture. Maybe mamá knew what she was talking about for once.

"I am Ms. Sasha Kuznetsov and you will be staying with me until your parents see fit." The russian lady now known as Ms. Kuznetsov said. She was an old white lady, with very obvious frown lies and deep wrinkles in her forehead, probably from scowling at people too much. And her eyes, they reminded me of a snake because of their deep shade of green, dull green at that. Her grey hair was tossed up in a tight and neat bun and her thin lips had a magenta lipstick covering it. She stood tall and confident, I could already tell what my experience would be at this place.

"I'm 18, you can't just keep me here!" I yelled at my parents. They couldn't just keep me here this was outrageous, I'm a legal adult.

"Shut up!" Papá fist tensed up and if looks could kill, I would've been with great-great-grandma Geraldine.  So I admit, I shut up but now before giving papá a glare.

Mamá hugged me and with that my abductors left, leaving me with stone cold Ms. Kuznetsov. The door closed behind them sealing me in with this stranger. Did they really hate me this much they had to ship me away?! I ran over to the window and watched them drive away, I pinched my self three times to make sure this wasn't just a scary nightmare. I felt a tear run down my cheek and I clenched my teeth. This wasn't fair! They kept me sheltered my whole life just to throw me out.

I heard Ms. Kuznetsov heels click behind me, "Come on now." She said as she walked away not sparing me a look. I wondered where in the hell did my parents know this lady from.  I followed behind her taking in the interior of the house. In the living room, there were dark brown plush leather couches and a fuzzy green rug, she had one of the old televisions with the big hump in the back of it. This house also wasn't small by any means. It was a little bit bigger than my house.

I followed her up the stairs, made a left and I suppose we arrived at my new room because she stopped in front of it. Then she turned to me, "We need to go over rules first before you get all settled in." She spoke harshly.

I internally groaned. She take a hook of keys from her pocket and unlock my room. I found that weird but I didn't vocalize my discomfort. We enter the room and it's nice but nothing special. It a had bed, a dresser, and a bathroom attached, no tv or anything to entertain myself. "Sit." She spat, leaving no room for me to talk back, so I sat my ass down.

"You need to be up every morning at 4am and dressed and ready for your day by 5am. We eat breakfast at 5:15 so be seated at the kitchen table by 5:10. After breakfast, you will need to do your chores for the day. Everyday I will give you a list of chores. These chores can range from 10-20 errands a day, enough to keep you busy. Some days you will be required to go into town for me to retrieve some items. You will also be required to help me out with the animals, since I do live on a barn.  You will have a 30 minute break at 2:30 everyday, in this time you are welcome to eat lunch or watch television. We will eat dinner everyday at 7:30pm. You are expected to be in your room by 8:30pm everyday. You are not allowed to leave this house without my permission. You are not allowed to go into any room, without my permission. The only room you are allowed to go into is the library, any room down stairs, bathrooms, and your room. You will address me as Ms. Kuznetsov. You are allowed to ask me questions about your errands or things in that nature other than that, do not bother me. Failure to comply of these rules will result in isolation. Am I understood?"