Made for me🖤

Part six

Its early in the morning like 4:30 and it's Saturday. Roxie called me asking me to come down and prepare tea for Mr Winchester who had gotten back home from work. 

Wondering why he came home this early and that too on a Saturday? I wondered so myself until Roxie explained to me he has three branches of his company aside the headquarters which is in New York and that's where he works though he shuffles between that place and the one he has here. 

The other two are run by his twin brother in London and his first son from his previous marriage. He was on his way from the airport when he found me that night on the street after being there for a week and was coming back home.

Though he hardly stays home, he always likes to take in tea prepared by me. He says it helps him relax after coming home tired. That's what I did and helped Rox carry the sewing machine he bought for her to use in her spare time.

I was on my way back to my room when I heard banging on the front door. I instantly became annoyed, who could it be disturbing the peace and serenity of the house this early? 

Or could it be a robber perhaps? I grabbed a porcelain vase from the living room, making my way to the front door. I hesitated a bit for opening the door when someone spoke from behind the door, more like yelled because she was impatient in coming inside. 

Imogen? The sight before me wasn't nice when I opened the door. It was rather disgraceful. It was Imogen behind the door, wearing a short lacy dress. Her make up was in ruins as she struggled to stand firmly on both legs.

She was reeking of alcohol and is that crack I see staining her nose? 

"Imo who is this crazy black bitch? And why is she holding a pot?" The girl beside her asked bringing me out of my stare. 

Looking around for the said pot, I realised it was the porcelain vase she was referring to. I forgot to put it back inside after realising it was Imogen. She had mistaken it to be a pot in her drunken state.

"Who?" Imogen asked her friend who was supporting her to stand properly as she squinted her eyes, looking around. They were both so wasted, I wonder what sort of support she was rendering. "Oh that's Monae?" Her words were slurred and her breath was stinking bad. I tried my best not to gag, I hate the smell of alcohol especially one that was emanating from the mouth of a drunk person.

Covering my nose, I walked towards her and held her by the waist so she can slung her arms around my shoulders and walk with me to the house. "Get your filthy hands off me you black bitch. I can walk perfectly."

She yanked my arm away from her, brushing her dress and stood up straight. She walked away from me towards her friend to prove her point, "see? I told you I can walk perfectly I don't need your help or anybody's right Odette?" She said slowly and giggled at the end.

"Rigghhhttt!." Her friend stared at her like she just said the most brilliant thing.

I was even fed up with these two wasted girls. I wanted to go back inside and go to bed, I'm not really sleepy but anything to get me away from them and this stench of alcohol. "C'mon Imogen, lets go inside."

I extended my hand towards her, trying one more time if she will stop being stubborn and proud even in her drunken state to accept my help. 

"Black bitch wants to go inside." She sang taking a swing from the bottle of alcohol she snatched greedily from her friend and turned to her. She picked up her words and sang too. They sang it like it was the latest hit song on the chart.

Rolling my eyes, I facepalmed not only are they drank, they're also crayy. I exhaled deeply, do I now have to play nanny to this grown ass woman? "Fine suit yourself."