Criminal

Criminal 4: cleaning not force him to buy underwear!

What the…???

 I slowly picked the picture when it fell above from the locker I was cleaning…

Like I said earlier I won’t clean the house but now I am.  Here I am in the other room full of old stuff. The house has 3 rooms… I don’t know thy Zach is sleeping in the living room and not in the 3rd room (in the end on the hall…) I’m cleaning because Zach is a nice kidnapper, no reason… I’m just giving back gratitude…

I stared at the picture… my eyebrows’ met.

“Is this Zach? Little Zach?” I asked myself, Zach was so cute when he was child, in the picture Zach was with a younger child, but the child was a girl, Zach was hugging the small girl who stand beside him, I stared at Zach’s smile… damn he’s so cute, his smile worth one million in this picture, I turned the picture around, there was letter in the back of the picture…

Zachary, 9 and Lena Ann warden, 8

So this picture was taken when he was 9 years old, I giggled, but I wonder whose Lena… and I wonder when I could see Zach’s most priceless smile…

~_~??? I hid the picture in my long sleeve pocket, and continue to clean that dirty room. It’s was all dusty. When I was done I went to the 3rd room. But it was locked, oh well maybe next time… I cleaned the kitchen and the living room, even the bathroom and the spiders above the ceilings. I furnished the tables, and chairs… then I notice that in the house I was living there is no single picture frame… the owner is really a weirdo!

I ready myself after cleaning the room I slept in… it was like I’m going to fight a million of warriors in world war. I mean that room was the dirtiest room in the world! I will enter it in the world record! Or in the Ripley’s believe it or not! Slowly I entered the room, I wonder how did I survive in that room?! I mean—the room, I can’t picture it in any angle I know.

Dirty clothes everywhere except in the bed, and beer cans. The lamp are displaced, there are even left over’s of potato chips under the bed even shoes and sacks! Yuck!

Men! Why they don’t know how to clean?

I started picking all the dirty clothes and put them in the laundry, and if you were here your jaw will hit the floor because the laundry rank is full and leaking. It was tall as the MT Averes… look at that. I whistle, I won’t do the laundry, over my sexy body, I’ll do everything just not the laundry. I don’t know wash clothes… damn.. Me, the most perfect daughter don’t know how to wash the clothes? Yes I admit it! I hate them! Mom use to teach me but she gave up because I can’t learn it… I cleaned the room… cleaning was my specialty but the laundry? Oh no! No!

I was about to clean under the bed when I heard someone came in, it must be Zach… I don’t understand… what time is it anyway? I looked my wrist watch… its 7 PM?! I took too much time to clean and forgot how to escape…

I cursed myself… I took 7 hours cleaning the whole place?! 7 hours! Damn! I must be in our house by now if ever I didn’t forget to escape! Damn it! Damn house! Damn hot kidnapper! Why?!

Bog!

I tapped my foot on the floor so hard! I was really angry at myself!

Just great hara! Just great! You have 7 hours to escape! But where did you put it? Cleaning! You stupid girl!

Zach came in running… “What happen?” he asked with concern voice… I glance at him… and sighed… he whistles when he saw his room sparkling clean… except the bed…

“I-I didn’t have time to escape…” I whispered… my shoulder were down, I want to cry... Damn… “I-I was drowning to cleaning…” I added, the broom on my hand fell.