PRETTY CARETAKER?

CHAPTER 2

"Crystal, be a good girl. Don't trouble Sam, okay, love. Good bye."

I hang up and wait for Rosaline to come back home.

"I am back," I hear her say.

I go up to her and take her bag from her. "How was school, sweetheart?"

"Fine," she curtly replied.

I nod at her and ask her, "You want something?"

"Yes, I am tired, so leave me alone, you bitch."

"Rosaline, that's not how you talk to someone," I warn her.

"I will talk like that, what will you do, bitch."

I shake my head and gently say, "Rosaline, if you talk like that to everyone, it will be like saying 'I am an ill-mannered girl, don't talk to me'. Would you like to say that?"

Rosaline rolls her eyes at me and just go upstairs to her room. I shake my head at her, and go to the kitchen.

Taking some juice and her bag, I knock on her door.

"Come in."

I open the door to find her lying down on her bed, her room a mess. I walk up to her and say, "You forgot your bag. Here, drink this, it will refresh you."

She rolls her eyes but take the juice and drink it in one go.

"So, why are you in a foul mood?"

"It's none of your business," she says.

"Of course, but then, if it troubles you, it is my business to see that nothing troubles you. So, indirectly, it is my business."

"Ugh, you are so irritating. Why don't you leave me alone? Go, wait for Xavier to come back home and throw yourself at him, don't bother me. I know you are here, thinking that Xavier will fall in love with you, but, bitch, it isn't gonna happen."

"So that's the problem, don't worry, dear, I have absolutely no intrest in Mr. Manhattan or his money."

As I say that Rosaline looks up at me.

"Well, all of them say that."

I grin at her, "I mean it. Now, when are your friends coming up?"

"At five, why do you ask?"

"I ask because, you have to get ready and if, they come inside, you would not want to show them your room in this condition, would you?"

She looks around her room and then at me, giving me a small smile, she shakes her head.

"I thought so. You start getting ready, I will start arranging your room."

I start picking her dresses up, after about three minutes, her dresses are in the hamper, ready to be cleaned. Then I set her bookshelf, arranging the book in order. It's then that I realize that Rosaline is still sitting on her bed.

"What? Never saw someone cleaning? Get up and start getting dressed, sweet."

"Why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean? This is my job, isn't it?

"Your job is telling me clean my room, not do it yourself. Your job is to tell me to go to sleep, not pat my head and sing me a lullaby. Your job is to tell me to eat, not cook something for me and feed me."

"That's where you are wrong, sweetheart. My job is to see that you get love and care, to provide you with my friendship and guidance. To look after your every need and try my best to fulfill them, that, my dear, is my job."