You Don't Know Me

The Results..

CHAPTER 39

I wake up to the throbbing pain in my wrist and question if it was right for me to even get a tattoo in the first place. 'Kiera, it's good that you’re awake, we need to start on house duties,' says Andrea. I rub my eyes and ask 'what?'

'Get up; we need to give this house a good scrub.'

'But there's no need,' I mumble.

 'So? A house can never be too clean, now I want you downstairs in five minutes.' I sigh in frustration but I know I can't do anything.

I slip on one of my hoodies and use the bathroom, before going downstairs. Andrea and my dad are in the kitchen talking about God knows what. My stomach rumbles loudly so I decide to prepare myself some food. I walk into the kitchen and my dad says 'good morning, I heard you girls are going to clean the house today.' Girl? Andrea is not a girl and it is wrong for her to be considered one. I just nod to his statement but don't bother talking. 'You could learn a thing or two from this woman.'

'Dave, it’s nothing honestly.' Andrea says while holding my dad's cheeks with both of her hands. 'Oh, you're so modest Andrea, sometimes too modest.' She laughs and I make a mental note that I never want to hear her laugh again.

I put some toast in the toaster and wait for it to pop up. I try to block out their conversation but the cheesy and not to mention cliché things that they are saying just makes me feel sick. Both mentally and physically. I can't wait any longer for the toast so I push it up and spread butter onto it, knowing that it's not as crispy as I would've liked it to be. I get a glass of orange juice and grab my plate, intending to walk out of the room but my dad's voice stops me. 'Why aren't you eating here with us?'

'Hm?'

'Why aren't you eating here with us?' He repeats, even though I heard him crystal clear the first time.

 'I'm going to eat in the living room, that's why.'

'So you'd rather sit alone in the living room, instead of sitting here with us and socialising?' I roll my eyes. Of course I would! But he doesn’t need to know that.

 'Dad, my favourite movie is on and I really don't want to miss it.'

'What kind of movie would be on at half past nine in the morning?' Andrea quizzes.

 'My favourite one.' I state before walking off because I do not want to hear her reply.

I sit on the sofa opposite the TV and search the channels. I end up watching a documentary but I'm barely concentrating as the pain in my wrist is distracting me.

I finish my breakfast and leave my plate and empty glass on a small table, hoping to put my feet up before Andrea makes me clean. I begin to relax and close my eyes but it doesn't last long as Andrea comes in demanding me to start cleaning. 'Kiera come on, we don't have all day! Better get a move on!' I groan and she says 'now!' I have no choice but to get up. 

As soon as I am on my feet, she hands me some cleaning products specifically for the bathroom. 'Can you guess where I want you to clean?’

'I think it's fairly obvious that you want me to clean the bathroom.' She nods her head and as I walk out of the room, I her shout 'don't wake your father up, he's sleeping!' I'm pretty sure she did a great job of doing just that all by herself. 

I go upstairs and start on the bathroom. I know she only wants me to do this job because she probably thinks I don't have the ability to do it properly and I'm determined to prove her wrong. I put the rubber gloves on and pour bleach all over the toilet seat and the bathroom. I clean the tiles using the steamer that we have in the store room. I scrub the bath and the sink, making sure to kill all the micro-organisms. I sort all the products and the soaps out, putting them on the glass shelf in a neat line. I steam the floor and do the finishing touches and before I know it, my job is complete.

I bring the steamer downstairs into the store room. 'Have you finished yet?'

'Yes, I just finished now.'

'Okay, that's great, I'll just go and check to make sure you haven't missed any spots.' I roll my eyes but follow her upstairs. She puts the light on and walks into the bathroom. Judging by the facial expression on her face, she is trying so hard to point out something negative about my cleaning but she fails miserably. 'The kitchen needs cleaning as well.'

'I thought I was only doing the bathroom.'

'What kind of job would that be then?' I sigh, as I walk downstairs. The kitchen isn't as messy as I thought it would be. I put on some pink rubber gloves and get to work because I know that the sooner I'm finished, the more time I have to spare. 

Before I know it, I finish the kitchen and complain about a virus before she can tell me to clean anywhere else. I go to my bedroom and lay down on my bed, checking my messages.

Hey, how are you holding up? ←Joe→

Hiya, I haven't spoken to you in a while! Wanna hang? xoK

I hear my dad calling my name, so I'm guessing they're awake. I quickly reply to my texts before going to my dad.

(To Joe) Hey, I'm fine, holding up great. ~K~

 (To Katie) Hey, I know right & we need to ASAP! ~K~

I leave my phone on my bed and go downstairs as I hear my dad calling me. This time, my dad and Andrea are in the living room, so I walk in and say 'dad, you called?'

'Yes I did, a letter came for you.' I scrunch up my face in confusion because I'm pretty sure I don't have any appointments or anything.

'What is it?'

'It's your A Level results.'

What?' I shout. I completely forgot that our results were going to be posted to our houses.

 'Where is it?' My dad has an opened letter in his hand. 'You opened it? Why the hell would you open my letters? I never ever open yours!'

'Kiera, you're over reacting, I am your father.'

'So what? You've never acted like one before!' I am fuming and I can’t believe he has the nerve to open my results.

 'I know you're just nervous but you did great, well done!' I snatch my paper away from him and see what I got.

Biology-------------------A                                                                                                                             

Chemistry---------------A

English Literature-----A

Geography--------------C

Psychology-------------A

I gasp at the shock and I'm not surprised to see that I got a C in Geography as I was a mess when I took that exam.

'You did really well but you could've tried harder in Geography. An A grade and a C grade are far apart and it's fairly obvious that you weren't concentrating. Having all As and then one C, it doesn't really look great, does it?'

'No one asked you for your opinion Andrea.' I state coldly.

 'She was only trying to help!' I grunt before walking upstairs to my bedroom.