His Housemaid

Chapter 4

       As soon as I got home, I took a shower. I then dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and made supper.

Since Kevin and Layla weren't home, I didn't set the table. Instead I did my assignments and studied some more. After I was done, I got bored.

   I flopped down on my bed and sighed. I suddenly found myself missing my parents and how we used to draw together. My mom always won, with me taking the second place. You can guess who the last was.

Yep, my dad.

I swear a new born baby could draw more than him. His stick figures were absolutely horrifying.

  I once had a nightmare of them chasing me. But can you really blame me? I smiled as I remembered my mum teasing him and how he would say " it's not his fault his imagination is dead."

   Thinking of my parents made me itch to draw.

  I grabbed my sketch pad and sat on my window sill. I tied my hair into a messy bun and crossed my legs. I normally drew buildings. Weird, I know. My interest in Architecture amazed me sometimes.

   I think I might major in Architecture in the university.

   With nothing to draw I decided to draw the house I lived in. Using my imagination, I tried to picture it and set to work.

    I finished shading my drawing and took a look at it.

  My drawing had definitely gotten better. I closed it and put it on my desk. Taking a look at the clock on the wall, I saw it was a quarter to five. Knowing the Campbells would be home soon, I went downstairs and set the table.

    Just as I was about to head back to my room, Ryder emerged from his room with Lucia in tow.

  And in case you're wondering who they're, they are Justin's  younger siblings. They sat down and I served them. After watching them eat, I cleared the used dishes and washed them.

Can you really blame me? With no life and only one friend I'm stuck with doing dishes to entertain myself.

Pathetic?

I know. No need to say it. I've had enough with Justin greeting me everyday with it.

  Just as the front opened, my phone rang. As I took it out of my pocket I heard footsteps approach me.

  The phone was snatched out of my hand. I looked up only to see Justin staring at my phone with a clenched jaw.

  I bowed my head and fiddled with my fingers.
I heard him mutter something under his breath.

  He took my  right hand and handed me back my phone. I accepted the call and saw that it was my only friend, Claire. We were friends since I moved here but her family relocated in junior year. I answered and went to my room  to converse with her.

   
           

  I still don't understand why Justin took my phone.

I mean,  why would you take someone's phone, it just doesn't make sense ...

  Unless, he thought it was Ian.

Or he just wanted an opportunity to bully me again.
  

                      A/N
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