Made for me🖤

Part seven

I've been having this throbbing headache since getting my hair braided yesterday at the salon.

I would cut my head off and set it aside if I had my way, it's aching me gravely and it got so bad this morning and now. 

The painkillers I took aren't working. I'll try to get some rest after eating lunch. Speaking of lunch, I won't be eating alone with Roxie in the kitchen today, Mr Winchester had requested for us all at the dining table this afternoon. 

That how we do it, we pretend to eat with them when he's around but go back to the kitchen when he lives for New York, its much peaceful with just us and not the others.

The snorting sounds from Red while he eats can make one puke out all their foods, its really disturbing and gross? Yes! 

Going to the dining room, I grab the big plate filled with grilled vegetables for lunch. The others were already seated with the exception of Roxie and I.

We kept a tad late in preparing it cause we went to church unlike them, sorry Mr Winchester went with us.

I placed the plate down and took a seat beside Imogen who scoffed but didn't look my way. Well I did, it was the first time seeing her after helping her the previous morning. 

She was clutching her head tightly and she looked a little better, she was so pale yesterday, the sleep did her good. 

I broke my stare when Mr Winchester cleared his throat, "Nae, please pray with us before we eat."

"What's the use? Cant we just go straight ahead? I don't want to be here." Imogen said rudely with gritted teeth, her hangover is really a bitch.

"Tone Imo, watch your tone." Her father said calmly despite the authority and warning in his voice.

She mumbled something under her breath that I didn't hear and relaxed in her seat, tapping her manicured nail on the table impatiently.

"Leave my poor princess alone now Rupert, don't you care she's suffering?"

"When she got herself into it?" 

"She was only enjoying her youth what's wrong with that?" Mrs Winchester asked her husband like she didn't see anything wrong with her daughter's lifestyle.

"Everything is wrong! Since she decided to leave her life carelessly with no morals as if she had no upbringing."

Imo was pissed at the conversation about her around the table, she pished her chair back, getting up. "Excuse me, I'm not angry anymore." 

"Come back here young lady, if you dare leave from here consider yourself homeless."

"What?" She shrieked with fear on her face now unlike the bitchy spoilt brat look she had on.

"You wouldn't do that daddy."

"Try me." He said in a very stern and deadly voice that Imo and Mrs Winchester flinched.

"Rupert." For once her tome of voice wasn't high pitched, it was really calm.

"Keep quiet Morganna, this is my house and family. I do anything I want." He snapped at her in irritation.

She looked my way in anger."Monae get up and leave."

"No one is leaving this table, we're all eating and listen to what I have to say afterwards."

"Then get it over with." Imogen replied too quickly.

"Stop being a spoilt brat Imo, apologize to dad right now!"