Divided

Yale

Hi guys!! This chapter is just a lil filler. Enjoy ❤️

One week. One week since I was taken off the street and ripped from my life. One week living in a foreign home, with foreign clothes, and a foreign bed and shower- one week.

One week knowing these men who are in one of the most evilest of gangs, who actually seem to be quite kind despite the obvious. One week of washing, cooking, and cleaning up after three grown men who could very well take care of themselves.

I didn't mind though, the circumstances could be worse, but that doesn't mean my situation isn't bad. I could have been taken and sold, sold as a sex worker or sold to be slaughtered, but here I'm just told to clean and cook, which is tolerable. I've grown kind of fond of these guys actually, Harry and Liam especially. Niall is pretty quiet and keeps to himself whereas Harry and Liam are more outgoing and boisterous.

"Hey, Red. We're going out, we'll be back," Harry informs me. "I've left you a list on the kitchen table. I expect at least half of it to be done when we get back." I nod as finish wiping down the bathroom sink. As I'm polishing up the cabinets I hear the front door slam. Moments later a car starts and I hear tires squeal out of the driveway.

After I finish cleaning the bathroom, I start on Liam's room. I make his bed, sweep the hardwood floor, clean his bedside table, and take out the trash. Next is Niall's room and it takes me longer since it's drastically messier. After I finish with Niall's room, I head to Harry's. I push open the door and my eyes nearly go wide as I don't see a piece of trash or a clothing item out of place. I wander in and open his closet doors to find mostly black and white tee shirts and jeans, typical. I rummage through his dresser drawers and find underwear and sweat pants along with more tee shirts and jeans. Are tee shirts and jeans all this man owns?

I walk into his bathroom and grab the trash out of the bin and wipe down the counters and clean the toilet even though it's nearly sparkling. On my way out of the bathroom, one of the tiles from to floor lifts and I trip, falling harshly on the hardwood floor.

"Ow," I say aloud, rubbing my now sore hands together. I look back causing my hair to fall to the side and look to see one floor tile lifted from the floor, a gold key laying in the center of it. I reach down and pick up the key examining it. Yale is written across the top of the key as I flip it over in my hand.

"Huh." I place the key back in the center of the floor just the way I found it and place the tile over it and step on the edges to make sure it doesn't look as if it was moved. I stand from the floor and grab my bag of trash and cleaning supplies and make my way out of the bathroom and through the master bedroom to the hallway. I grab all the bags of trash from the outsides of the doorways and walk down the stairs. After putting all the trash in the bin I make my way back up the stairs to gather to boys' laundry.

After the laundry is done and put away in their proper places, I take this time to make myself something to eat. This time, I chose to go with Indian stir fry. It doesn't take me long to stir fry the chicken and vegetables I found in the fridge that were still in date and add in the Asian noodles. After I eat my lunch, almost dinner, I head upstairs for a shower. I grab a set of clothes and underwear and quickly hop in the shower. I turn the water temperature all the way up and let the steaming water soak my skin and hair. I lather up some soap and scrub my scalp and massage the shampoo into my roots and ends of my hair. After rinsing my soapy hair and body I condition the ends of my hair. I rinse out the conditioner and shut off the water. Ringing out my hair with one hand I open the shower door with the other. I grab my towel and dry off my body and then wrap my hair in the towel. Grabbing another, I wrap it around my body to keep me warm.

I step out of the shower and wipe the steam from the mirror staring blankly back at my sad reflection. It seems like an eternity since I've seen or talked to my mom, and sadly one of the numbers blocked on my phone was my mother's phone number and the hospital's. It made me curious on how they had her number, but I let it go knowing I shouldn't ask questions. 

I sigh and let the towel drop from my damp body and begin getting dressed. First I slip into my underwear and shorts, and then clasp my bra behind my back and slip my sweatshirt over my head. I fluff my hair in the towel and then place them on the hook on the back of the door. I grab my phone that was playing music and head into my room. After tidying my room up and taking out the trash and putting my laundry in my bin, I throw myself onto to my bed and quickly fall asleep.