Breaking the Cinderella Rules

❁ Talking about the BILLS, BILLS, BILLS

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Chapter 15—Talking about the BILLS, BILLS, BILLS

Ash

            I was home late at night for the millionth time.

“Where have you been?” Mom’s voice echoed in my ears, and soon, I was back into reality. My heartless look zoomed back into my usual innocent look, the usual look that could fool the world. I smiled at Mom in an effort to tell her I was okay, but when she folded her arms, I realized I wasn’t ready for a spanking. It was too embarrassing to be spanked, and it would definitely hurt.

I set the vegetables and other things I’ve prepared before killing Raymond on the dining table. Before a kill, I would usually figured out ways to hide what I was really doing outside my Mom’s glance, something illegal that could drag me straight to jail for the rest of my life. These plans allowed me to escape her wrath and to disable her to find out what I was doing behind her back.

Mom glanced at the vegetables inside the white plastic bag and took out the fresh green leaves. She wrinkled her nose. “Where did you get these?” she asked me as she dug her hands deeper into the plastic. I couldn’t help but smile a little when Sierra’s eyes brightened when she saw the carrots inside the bag. Mom frowned when she saw something inside the bag that attracted her eyes.

“I bought it,” I told Mom like it was obvious.

Shaking her hand, she grabbed bags of pills from inside the bag. “Where did you get this?” she asked, pointing to the medicines that she had placed on the table. “You know we can’t afford this. Where did you get the money?”

I sighed. “You don’t have to know about that. Just drink it, Mom. I know you need it.”

Suddenly, anger colored her face, and I shrunk as she placed the medicines back inside the bag. Sierra frowned when Mom took away the carrots she was playing with. Hesitant, I watched as Mom battled with herself whether to accept my gift or not. But in the end, she shoved the white plastic bag back at me.

“You need it,” I reminded her.

Mom took Sierra’s small hand into her own before walking into her own room. Before she could reach for the handle, I placed one hand on her shoulder. Reluctantly, she brushed my touch away, as if she was disgusted of me. I cringed and placed my arm back on my side.

Clearing my throat, I tried to give her the bag again. “At least take the medicines, Mom. You need it. Sierra needs it too.”

Her eyes flared, and she gritted her teeth at me. I was prepared for the verbal blows she was about to throw at me. Secretly, I was used to it, to every single hurtful words that came out of my mother’s own mouth. I was personally hurt, but I managed to hold the pain. My heart ached, but it was better than having my mother ache in pain. It was better if I take the pain.