London

Good Morning

Amanda's POV

  I open my eyes. My eyelids feel like ten pounds, but I manage to open them. I look around the room and my mum is here. Was it my mum taking care of me all this time? "Ello' dear. How are you?"
  "I don't..." I stop and think. Did I just imagine Brie?
"Don't worry, your friend will be back soon." I must have had a confused face.
Just as I go to speak the front door opens and in comes Brie. "Oh, good you're awake." She smiles and puts the grocery bags down. "How are you?" She asks. Her American accent to so exotic.
"Not 100% but okay." I say. My mother sits there smiling at us. "Well mum, thanks for dropping in." I say, I don't know what mum said but I better fix it.
"Well, I birth you and take care of you and then I just get the boot. I see, well dear, take care of my Amanda." She gets up and makes her way out of the door. "Ah!" I see Brie wince... Guilty. Guilty of what though?
Mum comes back in holding a dirty little boy by the ear. He grimaces in pain. "I see you met Jason." Brie says. She walks over and has mum release the boy. He is thin and dirty with blond hair. Brie whispers something in the boy's- Jason's- ear. He nods and walks out of my flat. Mum goes to say something but just walks out.
I raise one eyebrow up. "It gets better. Trust me." She smiles and steps out of the way of the door. Then a whole small group of children walking, one holding a football.
"Did we open an orphanage while I was out?" I ask, what the bloody hell is going on. "What the bloody hell?" I say out loud. Whoops, children. Language.
"Well, I can't say no to these faces." She says. "So I thought we should just wash them and stuff, give them a good dinner and nights rest." She weekly smiles. Almost pleading.
"Well, I will fetch some towels." I sneeze and attempt to get up.
"No, no, no." She runs over and slings my arm over her shoulder. I try to walk but I feel so weak, my legs give out. Brie quickly grabs my waist supporting me. "You need to lay down or sit. You're not ready to walk." She says. I'm disheartened but I'm glad she cares so much. Or am I just another cry for help she feels the need to answer? Swept out of my thoughts, she holds me bridal style. She places me in my big comfy chair. She props my feet up, lays a blanket on me, and helps me adjust pillows.
"Are you okay?" The little girl asks.
"Just a little sick dear." I say trying not to worry her.
"Tea?" Brie asks.
"Please?" I say.
"Green?" She asks.
"And honey." I add. We have a very comfortable way with each other. She puts the kettle on and comes back. She looks at me with and eyebrow up. "The towels are in the linen closet in my room. I have ten robes handing on the back of the door. They can wear them until their clothes dry." Brie smiles and hugs me.
  She disappeared into the other parts of my flat with the children. I pick up the remote and turn on a baking show. I hate this show. I'm just too lazy to sit up and change it. Oh well, I'll watch people make Rye Bread. What else would I do in life?

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Sorry it's short😁
                                   -NikkiBella