Memories

Habit-Theodora Flint

  (I made some edits so this will effect the next few chapters)

I placed my glasses on my nose, a wave of anxiety echoed through my body, well, another wave.
   I had previously been exploring...I think. I don't quite know what I was doing. I couldn't stare at myself in my mirror for hours until I go to sleep...in a bed I wasn't familiar with...
   I didn't mean to run into Mr. Bakugou. I expected, by his gruff voice, for him to be some middle aged man who smelt like a middle school boy and would make lewd comments towards me. I didn't expect a clean-looking, blonde haired man who was built like a truck to be making curry. He looked about twenty eight, maybe.
   I was almost thankful when Elise pushed her way in. It took his attention away from me. Though, now I had a different problem.
   What do I do now?
   Should I go to the dinning table? Should I eat in my room? Would he be pissed if I did any of that? If he gets pissed what do I do? How should I handle him? What would Elise do? Should I follow her around?
   "Hey, kid," Mr. Bakugou pushes past Elise, "dinner will be done soon. You can go sit at the table...or, you know, do whatever." He seemed like he wasn't good with children.
   I nodded with a small, "Yes, sir," and went to the table that was only a room away from the kitchen, sitting down and waiting. I bit my tongue and bounced my leg. Gripping the hem of my shirt and shutting my eyes tightly.
SLAM!
  I almost jumped five-feet in the air. Elise sighed, her head snapping to me. Her gaze was sharper than on the plane, like I would ruin something for her. I was breathing faster and my hand flew out to grip the table, I knew she was speaking but I was thrown back into that moment.
   It was so grey, so loud. My body felt heavy, like thousands of bricks were laying on my body. I wheezed and tried moving. Just as I managed to sit up-
  SLAP!
"Fucking stop," Elise growled, her hand still in the air. My cheek stung and my body shook harder. Shit, shit. God, no, please!
  Elise grabbed my shoulders, shaking me back and forth. She stopped and smiled her tacky smile, that I realized was very fake. She said, "Smile for your daddy, hun!"
  My body moved on it's own. I smile the best one I could muster from habit and dried my eyes. My hands still shook and my heart hammered in my chest but I smiled and swallowed my spit from when I was crying, which I didn't remember doing.
  Elise sat down and then Mr. Bakugou entered. He was carrying two plates, while the driver carried one. The driver set the dish in front of me and sat to the left of me, when Elise sat at the right of me. Mr. Bakugou sat in front of me, on the opposite side of the table. He gave himself, Elise and the driver one before saying, "I made yours a little different, Theodora. Yours is slightly spicier than Rika's and Ms. Macintosh's," he explained to me. "If you're anything like me, you like your food a bit spicier than most people."
"I do, thank you," I said, with the biggest smile I could muster. He stopped mid bite to stare at me. Right, I had never smiled in his presence before, he knows it's fake.
Elise smirked slightly, seeing panic flash in my eyes. Rika, who I assume that was the driver's name, gave Mr. Bakugou a strange look.
Dinner flew by and I was back in my room. It was about nine PM and I had changed into one of my mom's shirts. I had only packed clothes that she wore. They smelt like her and they reminded me of her. I was laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling. I knew that I'd have to sleep in my new bed but I wasn't ready too. I didn't want to. It wasn't the bed my mom would sneak into if she felt lonely. It didn't feel like our home, our safe space.
So I was on the floor, looking at the ceiling. The lamp in the corner, which I hadn't noticed earlier, was on and lit the now dark room.
Then, there was a knock.
Elise came in and looked at my pitiful frame on the floor. She snorted and sat on my bed. She was dressed in a nightgown and had her red hair in braids.
"I'm gonna be honest. I'm not here to check the place out. Yes, that's what I was sent here to do, but I'm here to see your dad. He's hot, I'm hot. We'd go great together. I'm here to tell you not to get in the way," she growled.
"You're here for his money," I stated.
I'm young, yes, but not blind. This house is obviously expensive and he was all over posters that we passed on the way here. He was some kind of Pro-hero and they made lots of money. She didn't care about him at all.
Elise scoffed at me. "Will you get in the way?"
"No. I could care less." It was harsh but true. I knew he didn't care about me either. We don't even know each other.
With one last glare, she left the room. I hadn't moved from my spot, looking at the ceiling, but I got a sick feeling. The familiar sense of fear waved over me. This week was gonna be hell.