Married or Not, You Don't Own Me

Chapter 5: Family Dinner

 

 

Text: I’ll be home early and be ready to go out.

 

Slipping my phone back into my blazer pocket, I continued to make my way home. My Dad just texted me to be ready when he comes home. It seems that he’s planning on going out for dinner or something. Since when did he ever want to go out?

 

I walked into the mansion to see Rachel descending down the stairs. I tried not to laugh at how she was trying to walk gracefully down the stairs with her head held high. I notice that she was wearing a gown and it’s funny how she’s trying to turn her fantasies into a reality. I even notice that she bought new jewellery. She probably still thinks that she’s around my age.

 

I walked into the living room to find a number of shopping bags. One of the maids came in with more bags and it was beginning to make me mad. How could she even think of going shopping when the company is barely stable.

 

“Ow good, take these into my room” Rachel waltz into the living and just ordered the maid to take the stuff upstairs.

 

“Wait, take those back” the maid stopped midway and looked between me and Rachel.

 

“Yes ma’am”

 

“What are you doing? Bring those back” Rachel ordered the maid again.

 

“But Miss Mia said” she was cut off by Rachel’s fuming voice.

 

“I said, take those back to my room. Do you understand? You piece of trash!” her voice overtook the emptiness in the hallways. How dare she raise her voice at the maid, who was basically older than her.

 

“Stop. Leave it to me. You can go” her eyes were starting to form tears and it made me even more angry of the fact that Rachel was being disrespectful and rude to an elderly person. “Go!”

 

The maid slowly placed the boxes next to me and walked off.

 

“Where do you think you’re-?”

 

“Don’t you dare say another word to her” I said through gritted teeth. “Who the fuck do you think you are to talk to her like that?”

 

“Excuse me? How dare you talk to me like that? I’m the owner of this house”

 

“What did you say? Owner? What made you think that you’re the owner of this house? As long as I’m here, you don’t own anything”

 

She suddenly laughed, like she thought that I was joking around.

 

“Oh honey, don’t be so sure”

 

Mother-

 

My thoughts were interrupted when my father walked in and surprisingly with a smile on his face.