🌹Chapter 10🌹
(•°Messed up life•°)
💮~Corrine~💮
Someone tapped me gently but firmly on my legs, I moaned softly and tried to move away from the strong pressure,but it was persistent.
"Corrine, wake up. "dads voice reached me, I sighed loudly and finally opened my eyes. Dad was still dressed in his pajamas and had his hands akimbo.
"what's wrong? "I muttered rubbing my eyes and sitting up.
"it's Saturday. "he continued
"so? "I asked, barely concealing my anger that I had been waken up so early.
"don't you have chores to do? "
"what chores?! "I wailed and slumped back to the bed, Clutching the duvet tightly.
"the house need to be cleaned up Corrine. "
"I'm not a maid dad! I'm not cleaning up any room!"I snapped at him, before pulling the duvet over my head.
I was surprised when he didn't say anything, I was even more surprised when I heard the door close softly behind him. I sat up in bed immediately, blinking. Well that was soo easy
I cuddled up in bed and tried to catch up more sleep...
***
The sunlight was already streaming through the open windows by the time I woke up, I yawned and stretched pleasantly before getting out of bed. The sitting room was awfully quiet, for the first time, there was no maid around to ask me what I'd like for breakfast. Dad and mom were already dressed for work and were in the dining room eating.
"morning mom, morning dad. "I greeted cheerily, bending down to kiss mom's cheeks.
"hope you slept well honey? "mom beamed a smile at me.
"I did. "I pulled out a chair and sat down, before examining the contents of their plates. Ok, that looked delicious. Horse radish, roasted chicken, tarts even.
"smells delicious."I had started salivating.
"yeah."mom took a big bite of her drumsticks, while I watched.
"so...ehm... "I cleared my throat, the silence was very awkward. If the maids were here they'd have brought me my food now.
"Cori, are you not going to eat this morning? "mom asked looking up at me.
"oh yeah, of course, I'll just go get the food... "I rolled my eyes as I stood up. Mom couldn't even help me get the food to the dining room. I stood up, scowling, and walked to the kitchen.
Empty. I opened the pots, it was also empty. A puzzled frown settled on my face. Was there no breakfast for me? I reopened the pots again, there was not even the tiniest crumbs of food there. The pots were even washed.
I closed the pot again and leaned on the counter. Could this be a conspiracy, mom and dad?
I walked out of the kitchen, into the dining room.
"mom, how could you? "I howled, when I saw that they had finished the food on their plates.
"how could I what honey? "mom asked, looking innocent.
"you hate your only daughter so much that you want her to starve to death?! "I nearly shouted. Mom seemed taken aback.
"whoa whoa, honey calm down. Why would I starve you to death? "
"because you just ate those delicious looking drumsticks, and obviously you left none for me!! Dum dum!" dad had began to laugh now, initially I thought it was something he was watching on his phone was making him laugh. But then he was laughing at me!!
"but we left some of the drumsticks, George, didn't you.... Oh.. " Mom's expression turned angry as she stared at dad.
Then I got it!
Dad had eaten the remaining food just to spite me. Sometimes I wonder if it's this man who birthed me. Seriously, which father does that?
"George how could you? "mom asked, standing up and glaring at him.
"it's high time she learnt how to cook Ingrid. "dad snapped.
"surely you don't expect the knowledge to just fall on her. She needs time and someone to teach her."
"she's had all the time in the world,"
"don't say that George, she's still a kid."
thanks mom, tell him that
"you're spoiling her Ingrid. "dads voice had tightened. The atmosphere had thickened. I prayed inwardly that they should not have a fight or get into a row on my account.
"I think you're being too strict on her! She's only a girl, she's a teenager, they tend to rebel Now. "
"well I say let's curb her exuberance before it gets out of hand. " I sincerely wished to disappear from the scene. It seemed as though they had forgotten I was there.
"you should know how it feels to be a teenager. I say we let her be. She should make all her own decisions." Mom, looking visibly tired, sat down back on the chair.
Well I understood how she felt, arguing with dad was a lot of work and a lot of energy was expended trying to think up something smart to counter his point.
"OK Ingrid, I see your point. But my own point is that I'm not going to hire a cook, and that's final. " With that, he picked up his suitcase and left the dining room. Moms face was flushed and she looked very tired.
"I'm sorry mom. "I said remorsefully, sitting down. "it's my fault. "
"it's alright honey. Your dad is a quite difficult man, I don't want you to have the notion that he hates you, ok? "
"yes mom. "I smiled broadly and watched as she finished the last of her breakfast. She stood up, wiping her mouth with a serviette.
"you can have my credit card and order for anything you want to eat. "
Wow? Seriously? Seventeen years of living with this woman and I had no idea she was this kind?
"thanks mom "I kissed her cheek with a frenzied enthusiasm. "you're the best. "I squealed after her. I held the credit card in my hand as a little smile lit my whole face.
***
"no, no! Idiots! "I shouted at the TV, where a live show was going on. The characters were doing some gross stuffs and I immediately lost my appetite for the drumsticks I had been working on. I stood up and got myself a bottle of wine and then changed the channel. My eyes moved to the clock and I frowned. Dave was late today. That's quite unlike him to be late. He was always punctual and why the heck am I thinking of why he was late or not? Shouldn't I be happy that he's late today? More importantly shouldn't I be praying he doesn't show up today? Forever?
But then I couldn't just ignore the fact that he was late. My attention was no longer on the TV. I stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the head of the gardeners that my dad had hired to trim the flowers. Where was he? Shouldn't he have called or something? To inform me that he wouldn't come today?
We had ended on a bad note yesterday, but then it wasn't enough reason for him not to come.
What if he was involved in an accident? Hit by a car maybe? I gripped the wine bottle violently. Ok so I hated him, it doesn't mean I was so callous to wish him dead. I looked at the clock again, he was two hours late. I was tempted to call my dad and ask about Dave. I didn't even have the asshole's number.
Ok, so I was visibly worried, I was already pacing the sitting room, my wine long forgotten. My hands raking through my hair, as I counted the time and debated on whether I should call my dad or not.
I'm calling my dad people.
I brought out my phone and dialled his number, I listened to the dull sound coming from the other end.
Just then I heard the sound of a bike drive into the compound. I rushed to the nearest window and peeped outside.
"yes Corrine, how may I help you? "dads voice boomed from the other end.
"uhm, never mind now dad. I'm fine now. "I quickly ended the call before he could ask more questions. I watched, mesmerized, as Dave slowly removed his helmet, while cheerfully greeting the guards. I felt slightly envious with the way he was free with the guards, as though he had known them before. I strained my ears, trying to catch bits of their conversation, but I couldn't.
Magically, like the last time, he looked up, towards my window. I didn't hide like the last time, I stared right back at him, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest.
When He disappeared from my view, I clutched the curtains tightly,to steady myself.
Ok, how can my body just react that way just because our eyes met? Maybe it's the wine. I raised up the glass and studied the alcohol content of the wine.
I was still doing this when I heard a knock on my door....
***
I gasped out loudly and clutched the bottle tightly,as I stared wide eyed at the door. Who could be knocking?
Surely not the maids, there was no maid left in the house. Dave?
What? Cori, get a grip! You're getting too wild with the imagination stuffs.
The knock came again, this time, strong and persistent and confident. The servants don't knock like that, their knocks were always timid and fearful.
"who's there? "my voice annoyingly came out hoarsely.
"who else? "came the proud sneer. I felt this warm sensation wash though my body when I heard his voice. A smile lit up my face.
Whaaat? How can I be smiling? I pinched my cheeks very hard.
"what do you want? "I struggled to keep my voice cool and indifferent, it was such a hard work.
"are you always daft like this? Or you choose to annoy me today? " came his sarcastic retort. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I clenched and unclenched my fist, wishing to say something witty. I moved to the door and suddenly yanked it open.
I wasn't expecting to see him leaning on the door frame, a bad boy smirk lighting his grey eyes. I was dumbfounded as I staredat him, he wasn't wearing his nerdy glasses today and his hair glistened with whatever hair product he had used.
He stood straight and his eyes took in my attire, which seemed scanty.
Ok, can we rewind this thing from the beginning?
Y'all acting like it's no big deal for Dave Hanson to be in front of me room�
Me room!!!
And lord! I had never felt so short in my entire life before.
The best thing to do of course was to pull him into the room, slam the door and press my lips to his, but then..
I lacked the essential courage to do that.
"you would explain to me why you're two hours late today. My dad doesn't pay you 150bucks per hour so you can come whenever you like. "I put on a brave front and lifted my head up proudly to look at him.
He merely smirked and looked past me, to my room. I mentally scanned the room and wondered if I had left any of my undies on display...
"you missed me that much huh? "I looked away, suddenly wondering why I found him handsome in the first place. Such cockiness and arrogance, I could hardly contain.
"not on your life. "I said making my voice as cold as possible. He shrugged.
"meet me downstairs in five. "he turned around to leave, I immediately put a hand on my chest and inhaled. He turned back suddenly and nearly caught me in the act.
"and you also know that climbing these stairs is not part of my job. "he said. I stepped back into room and shut the door.
Then I was able to breath again normally...
***
So far the lesson had been going smoothly, I wasn't in a foul mood, I was able to learn what he was teaching. Dave was, I hated to admit it, a good teacher. He was gentle and explained things to me gently. He didn't mind explaining it again and again just so I grabbed it.
"come solve this? "he pointed to a sum of the board. I stood up hastily and collected the marker from him, our hands brushing. I felt my cheeks heat up and I hastily turned away so that he wouldn't see the blush on my cheeks. I solved the problem with ease. It wasn't hard. I stepped back triumphantly to look at my work, I stumbled on something... I couldn't place what it is, but I lost my footing and fell backwards.
Well Dave caught me from behind, his hands strong and solid around my waist. Immediately I regained my balance I quickly stepped away from him, pushing his hands off my body. I swirled around to face him.
"that wasn't intentional I swear... "I stammered.
"Shh... I know... "he smiled at me, closing the distance between us. The way he was looking into my face... I wasn't no virgin, I could swear he looked like he wanted to kiss me,... I had actually braced myself to kiss him, even looked forward to it.
He cupped my chin in his hand and raised up my face. I closed my eyes, expectantly pouting my lips. I expected to feel his lips on mine.
Instead he pulled away.
"Now, applying newton's law of gravity,.... "
"what.. What...? "I stammered incomprehensibly, wondering what fucking luck I had.
Oh God!! Why have you conspired with the devil to make my life a living hell?
What kind of a messed up life is this?