Rehabilitation.

8

Finally today is this absolute last day I scrub this house from top to bottom. I have dusted, vacuumed, swept, and wiped every inch of this interior, but I have yet to receive any praise from Harrison. At first it was fine. I told myself I didn't need validation from him. But he walks around the house as smug as a Winnie the Pooh with a pot of honey, leaving small messes around the house. And who has to clean it, me, yours truly is in charge of picking up his t-shirts, socks, and whatever else he decides to leave around. That's not even the cherry on top of this shitty cake. He barely says two words to me when he sees me. The one time he spoke to me longer than three seconds, was when he gave me this maid's outfit I'm wearing.
   Yeah, that's right he dressed me in this outfit and decided that's my uniform for the week, as if I had any more of my self-worth left to spare. He's lucky I didn't have that fire poker in my hand when he gave it to me, or else I would have been cleaning his blood off of the marble floor.

My thoughts got all screwed up when I heard the door bell ring. I furrowed my eyebrows, because Jessi knew he wasn't allowed over until tomorrow, so why is he here now? I shuffled my way to the door, with the broom still in hand, only to find a complete stranger on the other side of it.

"Hello, may I help you?" I was caught off guard a bit by the man. I had never seen him before in my life, yet he looked so familiar.

He skimmed over my body with his eyes and smirked. "Yes, I believe you are the perfect girl to help me." He said biting his lip.
"Well?" I giggled. "What do you need help with.
"May I come in?" He asked with a sly smile on his face.
I raised my eyebrow. "You promise you're not a vampire or anything?"
He laughed, showcasing his pretty white teeth (I didn't see any fangs), then raised his right hand. "I promise."
"Cross your heart?"
"And hope to die."

I took a step back and opened the door wider. "You can come in now."
He examined the house as he walked in, and after taking it all in, his eyes landed on me.
"A pretty girl such as yourself, wouldn't happen to know where my little brother is, now would you?"
"Your little brother?"
"Yes." He said beginning to close the distance between us. "Harrison."
I laughed a bit. "Harrison is your brother?
"Shocking, I know." He lifted his hand and began fiddling with the ruffles on my uniform. "You know where this outfit would look even better." I raised my eyebrow and lifted my head slightly to look into his eyes, waiting for his answer. "My bedroom floor."

"Westly." Harrison voice boomed from the stairs behind me.

His eyes left mine, and glanced up toward the stairs. "Shoot. I guess we'll have to finish this conversation later." He whispered and removed his hand from my shirt, then walked away.

I blinked rapidly, and took a deep breath before turning around to face where the two of them stood.

"Hello, Harrison. Well come on don't be shy come give your big brother a hug." The man, Harrison called Westly a moment before, said with his arms wide.

Harrison continued down the stairs with a straight face. He looked his brother up and down, then looked over to me. I averted my eyes, and straightened my dress out. Suddenly they both bursts into laughter and hugged one another happily. I was confused but happy for them I guess.
After their hug and firm pats on the back, they began catching up, while I finished up my cleaning.

After a while, and after I finished dusting the living room, I stepped down from the chair I was using to clean the top of the entertainment center, and listened in on there conversation.

"Okay so where is this famous Spencer, hhmm? You talk about her so much, I can't wait to meet her." It was obvious that Westly was speaking. I shook my head with a smile, we just met, and he was completely clueless to the event.
"What do you mean, Wes? You already met her." He chuckled. There was a pause until Harrison spoke again. "Spencer would you come here for a second?"

I straightened my bun on top of my head, and listened to the sounds of my footsteps as I walked over to the two grown men. "You called?" I said looking between the both of them.
"You're kidding right?" Westly said looking at me. "You're Spencer the one Harrison talks about all the time?"
"Uh," I laughed and looked over to Harrison. "Yeah I guess I am." He stared at me for a second longer before he decided to bend down close to my face. I smiled and felt my face reddened. "Uuumm..."

"Excuse him, he's an idiot. Spencer, this is Westly, my brother. Westly this is Spencer, my-uh patient." Harrison formally introduced us both.

"Call me Wes." He said still staring at me, still mesmerized.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Wes, but I have to go now." I smiled at them both and skipped up the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Harrison called after me.
"To my room." I said, and began to speed up.
"Spencer." I stopped in my place in response to his serious tone and turned around. "Dinner."
"I'm not hungry."
"We are, so how about you make us some?"
"You're hilarious." I turned around but quickly stopped. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Like a heart attack." He smiled.