In Debt

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So I totally have this story planned out and I'm actually quite excited to see what's going to happen.

So I'm currently going to write about 3 or 4 chapters so I can just publish them ahead of time.

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My pen beats rhythmically on the papers I'm currently organizing. Work is the same as always.

People still stare or try to mock me but I feel safe because I know Rhett will protect me.

Although at work our relationship is mellow I guess you can say.

He explained how we can't be open about each other because we're surronded by people who will talk. Either way I understand although I wish it could be different. It sucks when I remember the society I live in.

People already question why I even work here. I see him on certain days. Sometimes he goes out and I won't see him till the limo drives me back to the mansion.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking of my mother and father. Now older I know the truth of everything.

I don't know if my mother is alive or not and to be honest I couldn't care. She stopped being my mother when she suggest we sell Eva when she was a baby. Of course I couldn't believe my ears when she suggested such a thing.

She was a druggie, fucked up in the head. She wanted money for her drugs instead of trying to buy food for us to live. We had none and then she told me.

Sell Eva for cash.

I took Eva and ran.

I haven't looked back. I know my father's death took a toll on her, but it did on me to. Instead of grieving I got stronger. I knew my father wouldn't want me to turn into a pitiless soul. So I did what had to be done. Run away with Eva and strive for our lives.

When Eva was born I knew right away my father wasn't hers. I had a suspicion that Eva was not my father's child. She looked nothing like him. Which came to truth when I yelled at my mom on how she could ever think we could sell Eva.

"She's not even your real sister anyway."

Of course I was confused but I guess my parents relationship was not as good as I thought. Mabye my mind prevents me from seeing unclear memories that are hidden deep in my head.

"Ms.Leslie it's time to leave."

I look up blinking my eyes and nodding at Chris. He's my own personal driver. Rhett assigned him to me so he can take me back whenever I need to. I look at the wall and see it's 9 o'clock. They had these sort of technical clocks where it just shines on the wall.
Lately I've been staying at work longer than usual. I can't sleep for long, or else my dreams turn bad.

I nod and shuffle the papers sliding them into the desk and scanning my finger on it. It locks and I get up grabbing my suitcase.It seems as if I'm on the only one here. Once in the car I lean my back against the seats letting out a sigh.

"Long day?"

I smile lightly at Chris, "yea..something like that."

Time seems to fly bye and next thing you know we arrive at the mansion.

Lately it seems as if weeks pass by, Rhett tends to always be busy and I can't help but feel sad. I hardly see him. I know he's a very powerful man but I wish he was here more often.

On my free time I watch cartoons with Eva and reads books to her. I even help Ms.Harris with the garden. She tells me stories of her family and I always feel my heart clench as she gets a glazed look in her eyes.
I even forced Mary to take a day off and swim with me. I found out the mansion has an underground pool. How cool is that.