A Twist In Time

Chapter 7

I thought to myself. 

If I'm falling in love with Sean, I should think again. He's my boss, a friend to me. No more than that. 

Well, every time I see him, he's like an angel. He's so kind. 

He might be too cold but he's the one you can surely lean on. 

I shook my head. I have no right to think of that. 

Sean and I won't end up together. Never! 

I continued my work for this day. Jean was at the kitchen, washing the dishes while I'm on the living room, standing in front of Sean's portrait with a feather duster on my hand. 

Like an angel…smiling face… 

Sandra came to me when I was almost done with my work. She was eating a banana, and smiled at me. 

"Yes, ma'am? Do you need something?" I asked. 

"Yeah." She said and threw the banana peel on my face. 

"Throw that away, please. Thank you." 

I held the banana peel in my hand and looked at her with sharp eyes. 

"What? Do you want a war?" I didn't answer her but instead I pressed a button on the handle of my feather duster that made it change into a garbage bag. 

I waked away from that place. 

I dropped the stupid banana peel on the trash can. Sandra is really an evil wicked bitch. I don't know why she hates me like this. It's totally weird. I haven't done anything to offend her. She looked at me with those sharp damn eyes and smiled at me with deception. If I were to choose, I want to kill her. 

I went back to the living room to clean the whole place. I was in low spirits that time because of what happened to me. 

But what made me go back to my senses was the confrontation between Sandra and Angela. 

"I don't like her mom! Could you please kick her out of this house?" Sandra yelled. 

I knew it was me she was talking about. I moved a few steps closer to the door. 

"No! She has no family and no home to go home to. That's why you're brother hired her. She's a good girl, Sandra. I wish she was my daughter. Not a person like YOU!" Angela said, placing a great emphasis on the last word. 

I saw a tear roll on Sandra's cheek. 

"So, it's me again? It's always been me, don't you think? Whatever you say or do, I'll kick that girl out of my house." She left Angela staring wide-eyed at her. 

I ran away before Sandra will see me. 

It was early August when I received my first salary. That night, I then rushed to the antique store where I last saw the hourglass. I was lucky enough to find the store-owner there, reading a book with her eyeglasses worn on the bridge of her nose. She stopped reading when she saw me. 

"You're buying something?" she asked me. 

"Yeah. Can I buy the hourglass?" 

"Sure." She proceeded to the shelf where the hourglass was displayed. She held with both hands and gave it to me. I paid her seventeen dollars. 

I was about to get out of that store when I saw a boy, about age fourteen, stealing something from the store. He looks so much like me. 

Is he…my son? 

"Oliver!" a policeman yelled at him that made me and the store-owner look at him. 

The kid faced him within a fraction of a second and hurriedly ran away. The policeman ran after him, so was I. I left the hourglass at the store. They ran a few meters before they stopped. I was able to follow them.