Rock Me // H.S.

Prologue

I'VE been walking for hours now, trying to find a part-time work since I need extra cash. Roaming around London is a mystery, mostly if you're not British at all.

"Why don't we go there?" My brother, Alexander asked. Yes, I'm with my twin sibling. He points his index finger into a small village somewhere here in London. I just nodded at him.

We started walking. Why are we even here? Our parents died two months ago and our aunt is willing to take care of us. We'll be turning twenty in the next six months and I can't wait no more.

I saw a small board of classified ads, just beside the guard's workplace. I walked over it, and in my peripheral vision, Alexander followed me. I looked closer and read some of the ads displaying on it.

Wanted: Personal Maid
(Five times a week. Overnight; 5 pm – 2 am)
Salary: £50 every night

"Don't even think about it, Adelaide." Alexander's voice behind me said.

"I'm sure fifty pounds is big enough for eight working hours." I commented, trying to bribe my brother.

"It's big, yes. But hey, 2 am? Who stays out that late? You're still nineteen though." He tried to reason.

"I'll talk to the boss." I shrugged my shoulder. Before he could even say something, I walked towards the guard. "Good afternoon, Sir. I'd like to inquire for this." I pointed to the ad that I just read ten second ago.

"That?" He asked the obvious. He took some paper inside his drawer and gave it to me. It was a printed copy of the ad, along with some of the inquiring details. "Applying hours will only be during 8 am until 2 pm. Come back with the requirements and you shall talk to the employer."

"Thank you." I smiled gladly to the officer.

I glanced at Alexander. He's reading the ads now too. I walked over to him with a small smirk that I was trying to hide. "What now?"

"Shh." He hushed me like a child. I can't help but laugh a little. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of his chosen ad.

"Let's go." He grabbed me by my wrist and we hailed a cab, going back to our aunt's house.

"Aunt B, we're here!" I squealed to the house. Aunt Bernadette – or Aunt B, lives with her husband, Charles and their only fifteen year-old daughter, Chase.

Aunt B showed up from the kitchen with her apron on and a smile playing on her lips. "Hi, how was the job hunt?"

"I think I'll be fine with this." I said and showed Aunt B the papers. She read it and by the looks of her face, she's fine with it.

"This is great. Fifty pounds isn't bad at all." She said, giving the paper back to me.

"Look at the working time. Two am won't pass for me." Alexander argued, taking the papers from my hands and giving it back to Aunt B.

Aunt B reread it and showed a not-so-happy look on her face as she handed it back to me. "He's right though, Ade."

"I can hail a cab." I tried to say.

"That would be risky, still." Alexander argued, again. I looked over to him and gave him a scowl.

"Oh, come on." I rolled my eyes.

"Listen–"

"Alexander, you can borrow Charles' car and pick her up in the middle of the night if you're too worried about her safety." Aunt B said.

Alexander sighed defeatedly. "Fine."

Aunt B and I shared a grin together.

"How about you? Have you found your own?" Aunt B asked Alexander instead.

"I changed my mind." Alex frowned.

I looked at Alexander. "Why?"

"I don't really like the working hours." He shrugged his shoulders. Oh dear brother.

"I think you should go for it." I commented. Aunt B smiled to Alexander.

"I don't want to." He frowns, still.

"I won't let you pick me up if you're not going to work." I try to threaten my brother.

"Alright, fine fine."

"I'll be picking you up, okay?" Alexander pointed back at me with his index finger. I wrapped it with my right hand and chuckled at him.

"Yes, Daddy."