"Darling it'll be okay, there's gonna be a bright day." I sang quietly to myself in the small pastor behind my house as I braided flower stems together, creating a flower crown.
"CLEM!" My mom screamed from the back door scaring me so much that I ripped the fragile stem of my already half finished crown.
"Uhh." I sighed softly to myself. "COMING MOMMY."
Mommy, I've called her that since I was old enough to speak, and now that I'm seventeen I can't help but to continue calling her that, I tried calling her mom but she just gets this sad, disappointed look in her eyes I can't bare to look at. I love my mommy.
I laid the unsalvageable crown on the dead grass next to be before standing up, dusting my ankle length white dress off, and running back up to our small shack of a house.
The smell of fresh goat stew filled my nostrils with delight as I entered the house, I quickly paced from the back door in the kitchen to the stoves large black cauldron brewing the delightful feast.
"Hi angel." My mom spoke behind me startling me slightly.
I turned around to meet her wise brown eyes. We stared at each other before a tear slipped from her right eye, I quickly reached up to cup her cheek before whipping it away with my thumb, my mommy put her hand over mine with a small smile.
"It's not like I'm going to be gone forever." I tried my best at reassuring her.
"I'll be home on the weekends, and we can hang out and go to the farmers market together, or stone skipping," I said in my cheeriest voice, hoping to brighten her day.
"I know, but you're my baby girl, and I just don't want you working for those cruel, evil people."
"They're the only ones who would hire me at my age, plus every penny I make goes to working off our debts, I just want you to be happy," I sniffled, fighting back he tears myself.
"Don't you dare cry or I'll start sobbing." She joked.
"They'll be here to pick you up any minute babe, so hurry up and get your belly full," she said realizing the time.
I took a wooden bowl off the counter and stood eagerly at the stove as my mom put two large spoon fulls in my bowl, my eyes widened with excited at the extra scoop and she giggled giving me a wink, as if to say "don't tell your brother."
As I set down my big brother James came from our room and into the kitchen, he slumped down in a chair at the table as my mom fixed him a bowl of stew.
"Hi James." I smiled at him, my mouth over filling with my favorite meal in the world, probably making me look silly.
"Hey sis," he sighed, just barely waking up at 12, as usual.
"Your sisters about to leave," my mom said as she set the stew in front of him, then set herself at the end of the table.
"Have fun." He chuckled under his voice.
"JAMES." My mom raised her voice at him.
"What?" He asked. "You want me to be serious and fucking cry over her being gone every week probably for the rest of her life? Well fuck her, it's her choice to work for those assholes."
"ITS MORE THAN YOU'RE DOING." My mom growled through her clinched teeth.
"Please." I said quietly, but loud enough to catch their attention, and silence. "Don't fight, I just want to help the family and this is the only way I know how."
"I'm sorry." James said to my surprise. "But I swear if I find out one of those rich asshole touch you I'll fucking kill them, the whole Styles family deserves to rot in hell with no mercy."
"Rather that may be true or not you don't speak it out loud, that family can have us on the street in less than five seconds." Mom said sadly.
We set in silences and our stew began to grow cold and untouched. The only thing breaking us out of our trance was the sound of something very rare in this part of town, a car.
"That's for me, isn't it?" I asked now terrified.
All of us stood up almost at once, my mom grabbed James shirt and pulled us all into a tight hug, they both left a kiss on my forehead just in time for us to here a loud banging on the front door.
I quickly moved to the living room, pulling the door open to be greeted by a man with a grumpy expression, but dressed in a fine, expensive satin suit that probably costs the amount of my families yearly food intake.
"Are you Clementine Adams?" He asked in a rich accent.
"Yes, sir." I answered at once.
"It's time to go." He told me as he stepped aside and held his arm out towards the black car.
"Where?" I asked making sure this was the right man.
"To the Styles residence, of course."
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Seasoning House
FanfictionWhat would you do if the modern world was ran by the rich, greedy, and evil while the poor suffered? What if your family was in such far debt that your last resort was to work for the cruelest, most evil families seasoning house where forced prosti...
