Yes, Master

Punished

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I waited with a batted breath for something.

But Kyle just side stepped around me and went upstairs. I stood there anxiously a moment. Should I follow him up?

I went into the kitchen and began to look through the fridge and then the freezer. There weren't any quick meals but a ton of frozen chicken.

I hoped Helena and Franny ended up in here too.

I called my mother quickly to ask about how to thaw the chicken. "Yes?"

That was my father's clipped tone. I held my breath as my head spun. What should I say? What could I say? "Bailey it's very rude to bother someone and then ignore them."

His snide comments actually felt nice. It was like nothing had changed. "Hi Dad."

"Hello Bailey," I could hear a smile in his voice. "I'm surprised Kyle let you call so soon! I expected him to let you adjust some first."

"He didn't let me do anything. I just need to ask mom a question."

"You best not be using his phone without permission Bailey. Don't be so disrespectful!"

"I'm not! Can I talk to mom or not?"

"Not. Call me when you have permission Bailey. Have a good evening."

The line went dead and I groaned furiously. I put the phone back on the charger and went back to the kitchen trying to remember how my mother did it.

I looked at the microwave.

There was a Defrost button. I pulled a bowl from the cupboard and emptied a bag into it. I put it in and hit the button.

It hummed to life and I rolled my eyes.

Since when did microwaves make noise?

I leaned against the counter and watched it go round and round and round.

I heard Kyle thumping down the stairs and I quickly went to the sink filling it.

I hadn't been lazy. He just woke me up at the crack of dawn and piled on way too much work.

This was mostly his fault.

He was drying his hair with a towel. He took one look at the microwave and scoffed. "There's no way that'll thaw fast enough. And I'm fucking starving."

"Oh. What should I make?"

He sneered. "Look in the cupboards."

I did so, finding a box of pasta. I was always raised with the understanding pasta was a side dish never a main course.

He probably didn't share that opinion.

I quickly put on a pot of water to boil. As I cooked the pasta I watched Kyle. He was opening his mail, looking through it.

Well at least he can read.

I heated sauce in a pan and strained the noodles. I filled a bowl with pasta and poured in some sauce. I grabbed a fork and slid it in front of him.

He pushed the pasta around. "Grab me a beer."

Can't buy eggs but can buy beer? I gave him the bottle and he twisted the cap off. It skittered across the table and I cleaned only a little while ago.

"Are you going to eat?"

Hunger hit me hard. I hadn't even eaten today! "Yeah."

I got some plain noodles and sat down hesitantly with a cup of water. "You can have a beer if you want."

"Really?"

I'd never had a drink before. Kyle shrugged and tipped his bottle toward me to try. I took it and sniffed its content. I turned my head away at the stench. "Ugh," I mumbled. "It doesn't smell very good."

Kyle smiled. "Try it."

I slowly tipped it back only to sputter and push it away. "Ew! That's disgusting." I coughed.

I hardly had soda so the carbonation hit me hard. Plus the liquid was unbelievably bitter and yet sour. "Not your taste?" Guessed Kyle with a smile.

"Not really," I mumbled washing away the taste with water. "So...am I in trouble...Master?"

Kyle was quiet a moment. He took a long drink of the repulsive beverage. "This is real different than what you're used to, isn't it?"

"Yes," I admitted. "I'm not lazy though. I think it was rude of you to say that to me."

Kyle scoffed. "You slept all day Bailey--that doesn't tell me you have a strong work ethic!"

"I only slept because you woke me up so early!"

"That's not early anymore Bailey. That's late. From now on getting up before four is a luxury. Understand?"

I gaped at him. "Are you kidding me? When do we go to bed?"

"Seven thirty normally. Enough time to eat and unwind a bit before I go to bed. Cos I have to be up early. Understand?"

I shook my head. "That's a ridiculous sleep schedule."

"You'll get use to it. And unless you want to be punished I'd stop talking back."

I sighed heatedly under my breath and ate my dinner.

At least he didn't punish me.

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