WILL YOU DO ME A FAVOUR

3. IS SHE WORTH DOING HIM A FAVOUR

Later that day, I parked my car in the basement car parking lot and looked at a toddler. These French babies are really chubby and so pink like the beetroot. I blew her a flying kiss and her mom gave me a pleasant smile. "She's grown cute" I always felt my heart beating so fast each time, I looked at a kid and they also easily got attached to me.

"She's really naughty too," her mom complained. "Definitely they should be naughty and that's why they're kids." I moved closer to the baby stroller. "Love you, sweetie" I waved her a bye and she timidly smiled back at me.

I moved towards the tiny swimming pool which could just fit two people and I remembered the way Adalyn used to call it a bathtub. Stepping on the platform, I noticed the trash can overflowing and cursed. I'm clueless thinking why am I paying the maintenance money?

The elevator was another scrap, I never got inside thinking whether it would stop in the middle and I would be forced to spend hours inside that. I quickly climbed to the second floor and the stairs were too slippery. But I really don't hate my house as it is paradise for me.

I could actually afford to live in a better apartment. I was just living here as it is near to my office and also closer to my foster parents house. I clenched the door open and lazily yawned going inside. Mess.

I had my clothes drying in the living room as it was raining last night and the shoe rack was wide open. I loathed myself for keeping my house messy after coming from my parents' house. Can't help, I didn't have much time to neaten my own house and I'll always feel exhausted coming back from work.

I don't want any guests in my house right now. I don't know why but sometimes I can sense God hating me so much and sending me what I don't want. I took a glance at my deep black costume. I can't help but even I felt the same way my foster mom said a few hours back. Did God just mistook me to be a witch? Let me hope he didn't. Please show me some mercy, dear Lord.

I took a warm bath and dresser myself in a night suit. I would have actually picked up a black nightdress but sadly I didn't have one as I felt it would give me a work mood and I might again fail to take rest at home as well.

Mentally preparing my mind to clean my house, I took tiny lazy steps to the living room and stared at the forty inch smart TV. It has been more than a month; since I last switched on my TV. Working in a technical company, I can't be careless even after knowing the consequences.

I switched on the television and lay down on the couch. Any who gets to see me right now, will assume me to be dead and that's how exactly I looked. My eyelids were paining and I found it hard to open. I was closing my eyes and listening to melodious songs. They were an alternative to lullabies for me. How pleasant?

"I'm done hearing this, Hayden. Man, I said I'm done." I clearly knew the owner of the voice. "I can't tolerate it anymore."

I sighed, hearing the voice constantly progressing. The walls of my apartment were annoyingly thin, so it was unfortunate that I had neighbors who screamed at each other loud enough to wake the dead. I would be glad if Adalyn just didn't come and knock on my house door.

The sound from my television was too low compared to the soft angry filled voice of Adalyn but the melodic music got my attention. That beat of the song made me feel nostalgic. Mom why did you leave me?

A fresh set of tears slipped down from my eyes. I looked at the ceiling and didn't allow more drops of tears to fall down my eyes. I wasn't able to anymore love my biological mom as I had my own reasons to hate her. She might have problems with my biological dad, but why did she leave me alone? Why did she make a six year old kid live alone?

I switched to the next challenges as I wasn't able to hear the complete melodic background music. The song made me remember the things I always wanted to forget. I could remember the taste of rustic water, could remember that horrible face of that bastard who I was supposed to address as dad. Remembering the smell of spoiled food he served me with the cigarette ashes, I rose up from the couch and took a deep breath.