"Breakfast!" Abigail yelled to her daughter. Lucy was in her room getting ready for her last day of school for Spring Break. Blake, Abigail's husband, was attempting to tie his tie around his neck for the third time before finally tying it correctly. His job required him to wear a suit and tie everyday. Abigail wore light wash skinny jeans with a yellow flowing top.
Lucy raced down the stairs, her blue-black hair bouncing behind her ears. She wore dark blue jeans and a creme colored crop top with a white tank top. "Food!" She yelled grabbing a plate. She put two scoops of scrabbled eggs, three pieces of bacon and a biscuit on her plate. Abigail poured Lucy a glass of milk and sat it beside her plate. Blake made his plate when he was done checking himself out in the mirror and Abigail made hers last. This was their morning routine. Their mornings rarely ever varied from getting ready for school and work, eating a family breakfast and leaving.
"So Lucy, are you getting a ride from me or from Aaron?" Abigail inquired. Aaron was Lucy's boyfriend of 2 years. Lucy glared at me for bringing him up in front of Blake. Blake huffed and shoved some food in his mouth. Fathers will be fathers, Abigail thought, smiling at her daughter.
"Aaron is. We're going for coffee before school." She said with a full mouth. She shoved some more food through her lips until she had nothing left on her plate. A car horn beeped from outside, making her Yorkie, Bella, bark. "Bye mom, bye daddy, love you." Lucy swiftly hugged us both, grabbed her book bag and ran out the door.
"Bye sweetie," Abigail called after her before the door closed. She and Blake chatted at the table until the clock turned to 8:00. The clock chimes rang throughout the house to tell Abigail it was time to go.
"Well I'd better get going if I'm going to get to work in time." Abigail stood up and slipped on her shoes. "Before you go to work, can you make sure the maid gets the to-do list? I added a few new things. Tell her I put some extra money on the check."
"Sure," Blake shrugged and pecked Abigail on the cheek. "Have a good day at-"
He was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. He pranced over to the door and opened it to be greeted with our red headed, green eyed, maid. "Hello Anika," Blake gave her a welcoming smile.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe." She greeted us in her British accent.
"I'm running late so Blake will have to give you your instructions, sorry." Abigail said grabbing her purse and rushing out the door.
"Bye, Abby." Blake said before the front door closed.
Abigail rushed to her car brushing her black hair out of her face. She opened the door, got in and threw her coach purse in the passenger seat.
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"Abby? Where are you?" Greg Attal, her boss, called walking towards in the opposite direction of her.
"Over here Mr. Attal!" She put her hand up so he could see her. He turned around and ran up to her. Mr. Attal was a very fit man for age 50. He had black blue hair like Lucy with Lucy's hazel eyes.
"Please, I've always told you, call me Greg." He chuckled. "I know your daughter's Spring Break started tomorrow. Does she want to do anything special?"
"Yeah, she actually wants to go on a week vacation. She said she wanted to go across the country the Florida. She's never been anywhere but here in California all her life." Abigail explained.
Greg nodded understandingly and gave her a pay check. Abigail was confused. It wasn't pay day. "Go ahead and take the week off. Go home to your family and start packing."
"Thank you so much, Greg!" She threw her arms around his neck engulfing him in a tight bear hug. Greg laughed and hugged her back before she finally let go. "Thanks again!" She said, practically skipping out the door.
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I opened the door to find the house - once again - spotless. "Blake, I'm home!" I yelled into the house looking around. Blake and the Anika appeared from upstairs.
"Hey, Abby. Why are you home so early?" He asked, tilting his head to the right.
"My boss let me off for Lucy's Spring Break. Same for you?" I asked. He nodded and I eyes the maid. The poor girl was sweating, it was so hot in here. I gave her a warm smile. "If you're done cleaning, you can take the check and go." I offered.
"Thank you." She grabbed her check from the counter and walked out the door.
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Death By Breakfast
Mystery / Thriller******THIS IS A COMPLETED STORY****** Abigail Monroe was a 27 year old house wife. Normal job, normal life, normal husband and teenage daughter. They had everything from money to neighborhood love. No one hated them. They were the most loved family...
