Where The Heathens Lay

Chapter 12

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I was awoken again by Harry annoying ass. "Wake up and put on some clothes to work out in, your training isn't complete." His low voice stated as he softly caressed my leg.

I pretended not to hear him as he got out of the bed and started getting dressed. "Please be obident Alexandrea, I do not have time to put up with your charades now be a good girl  and out on some clothes." He said as he threw articles of clothing at me, each throw harder than the last.

I sighed as I reluctantly peeled off the warm inviting covers off of my body and began to get dressed in the cold morning air that was in the house.

"Thanks, now we will be running up and down the driveway 20 times, then we will do 35 sit ups, 15 push ups and 2 thirty second planks." He stated sharply as his eyes glanced downward to look at his watch.

"The time is 5:20 am I expect us to be done by 6:35 which is a little over an hour." I groaned internally I hated working out and I also hate getting sweaty it just wasn't my scene.

"I can't I've got kids to take care of." I smiled, hoping that an excuse would let me off the hook.

"Ha, ha, ha you should be a comedian." Harry said with a straight face and a deadpanned expression.

"I hired a maid and a nanny weeks ago and I gave them a day off  yesterday so I could see you have a mental break down." He stated as he shrugged his jacket on.

"That wasn't nice considering you got your princess panties in a twist after you discovered Harrianna pissed herself." I fired back before slipping on sandals.

It was too early to be arguing with him, he claims that he has no patience but he has patience to argue with me.

"Oh shut up," he said as he put his hair into a bun. "Go to the car." He said before putting on some white sunglasses on. He reminded me of Willy Wonka.

"Take those off." I said reaching for his face before he pushed my hands away. " Don't touch me," he said as he gripped his jacket closer to his body.

"You look ridiculous," I said before scrunching my nose up in distaste. "You're just jealous." He retaliated as we walking into the kitchen.

"Why are we in the kitchen," I said as I began itching my scalp. I naturally had an itchy scalp but I always cured it with peppermint oil and shampoo but, he didn't have any shampoo for black people. So now, I'm stuck with an irritated and dry scalp.

"We are here for protein," he said as he rummaged through his cabinets. "And I am out," he sighed as he readjusted his shades.

"I am seriously contemplating on killing myself." I groaned as I continued to scratch. It was even worse when we walked outside into the humid summer air in order to get inside the car.

"It seems like you need to wash your hair," he suggested as he slowly shook his head up and down. "No stuff Sherlock." I grunted.

"There is shampoo at the house," he said before turning the car on. "I can't use that, it will dry my hair out, I need Shea moisture." I said before turning to him. "And since you bought me I will need Biotin, conditioner, a wide toothed comb, and some other things.". I suggested as I looked over at him.

"Where are we going H." I asked as we began pulling out of the driveway. He kept silent and continued to drive. I quickly snatched the shades from his face guessing that he was a careful driver since he drive like an old woman. I honestly didn't know what was my obsession with the pair of goggle like glasses.