Prince Charming

Me and Dylan started running around the place, acting like children.

I woke up the next morning feeling better than I know I should. It feels like a scene from 50 shades of grey. I notice I wasn't wearing anything but my underwear and bra, but I didn't think anything of it. I can barely sleep with my pyjamas to start with, and last night, I'm pretty sure I was too drunk to even find the bloody things.

I get up and walk into my bathroom for a quick shower. I jump in and ten minutes later I jump back out, but not literally. I just got up and I barely have the energy when I'm fully awake.

I wrap a towel around my body and walk into my closet.

I quickly pick out a flower print yin and yang crop top, high rise ankle jeans, ankle socks and a pair of Nike dunk ski hi sneakers. I dry my hair and throw it up into a messy high ponytail.

Grabbing my phone, I head down the stairs. Unfortunately, it's a Sunday. While people don't like Sunday's because they go back to school or work tomorrow, I hate it for an entirely different reason.

My phone buzzes and I check to see who the message was from.

Mr Connors, Aka, Asshole: My house today, Want it cleaned top to bottom. Pronto.

I cringed. There we go. The reasons my Sunday's will never be good. Every Sunday I will have to go to their houses, doing what they order for two hours a day then I can do as I please. It used to be five hours but the lawyers the police hired years ago found a loophole somehow and they got it down to two.

LaraCroft: Alright. Be there in half an hour at least.

I groan and grab a breakfast bar from the cupboard before grabbing my bag and heading out the door. I get outside and feel the gentle breeze flowing through the air and the blazing sun casting light everywhere, warming me up.

I call a taxi and soon it turned up. I got in and gave the address, the cabby looked at me in disgust. I sighed.

"Trust me, if I had a choice. I wouldn't go there with a ten foot pole." I tell him. He squints his eyes at me and then they widen.

"Miss Lara Croft?" He asks. I'm surprised, I never told him my name.

"That's me." I say.

"You won't recognise me, but, I was the cabby that first took you to that house when you were little." He explains.

"Really? How can you remember that?"

"I've got good memory once I'm given the remaining pieces of the puzzle." He says with a sad smile.

"Yeah, well. This is going to be an everlasting puzzle." I sigh, looking down.

He looks at me through the rear view mirror, then starts driving towards the mansion. It annoyed me how a man could force me to do his house work, even though I didn't sign the contract myself. My phone buzzes in my pocket.

Daisy😘: Thank you for helping with the wedding, even though it was unexpected. Where did you disappear to last night?

What? I try to think back on last night but I was too tired to. I decide I will try to later.

LaraCroft: I can't remember, I have something I need to do, tell you later.

Daisy😘: Hm okay. You better.

LaraCroft: I will, consider it a wedding gift.

I put my phone away and look outside. I had always had a thing for having great timing, and this was one of them, I was here. I whimper.

I go into my bag looking for my purse but the cabby stops me. I look up at him about to refuse to not pay but his look stops me.

"Please, it's the least I can do." He says, jabbing his finger in the direction of the massive white mansion on the right of us. I gulp and nod reluctantly.