บท 2: Rich bastards!!!
Chelsea walked into their little garden and made her way to their even more little porch. Hazel trailed behind her still sulking. She could see her mother's small frame in the kitchen working busily.
" Chelsea, is that you?" her shrill voice called out.
" I've been waiting for you. Did you get the groceries?" she added.
" Yes ma'am" Chelsea said as she walked into the kitchen. Her mother stopped what she was doing as she saw the state her daughter was in.
" Oh my! Chelsea,what happened?" she asked. Chelsea sighed and narrated the whole incident.
" It was all my fault mummy" Hazel said and the tears she had been trying so hard to hold in came pouring out.
" Oh come here darling" Mrs Allen said as she picked up her six- year old daughter. She sat with her and placed her on her laps.
" Hazel is traumatized momma, she hasn't done anything but cry since the incident" Chelsea said.
" The bastard couldn't even be nice to her" she added making her mother look sternly at her. She quickly remembered that her choice of words wasn't allowed in the house. She rolled her eyes inwardly and muttered a "sorry".
" Here, have some bread and go to your room. I'll come right in later honey" Mrs Allen said. Hazel nodded, took the bread and left the kitchen, wiping her tears with her small hands.
" You put your life at risk, Chelsea. What if you had gotten hit?"
" It's my job momma, she's my younger sister. I'm just glad I could take more of the pain" Chelsea said.
" Here , let me look at your bruises "
Chelsea showed the few bruises she had gotten mostly on her arm to her mother. She added ointment to them and covered up the serious injury.
" Mr. Crowther said to pay him up or we won't get anything more from him " Chelsea said. Mrs Allen said nothing, only sighed.
" What are we going to do, momma? We're running out of foodstuffs " Chelsea said again.
" Chelsea, don't bother yourself with these things. Your father and I will take care of it" Her mother replied. She wanted to say something but decided against it. She knew better than to talk to her mother about her worries. She would just push them aside and tell her everything was going to be fine when in reality nothing was getting better.
The 17- year old girl sighed with the whole heaviness she could muster. Her heart was heavy but she could do nothing about it. She knew her mother was worried too and she wished she could comfort her but how could she when her mother wouldn't even say it out. That's just how she was.
Chelsea saw her mother get back to her work and made to leave the kitchen.
" I'll go change up and come help you " she said.
" No dear. Go take your bath and go to the Owen's house. Mrs Belinda called" her mother said. Chelsea groaned.
" But today's my day off"
" I think it was urgent honey, you had better get there on time. She said the order was given to her to get all the maids available by noon, it's almost noon dear"
Chelsea groaned again and stormed out of the kitchen, her anger rising up. It was supposed to be her fucking day off but no! those people above them wouldn't even let that. She was entitled to have one day to herself and that was today but that too had to be taken away from her. Chelsea cussed under her breath as she took her bath and got prepared to leave. She hated her life! She hated those rich bastards even more. Something in her reminded her that her language was wrong but she tossed it aside and cussed again. Rich bastards!!!
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