Bad Girl Good Girl

Chappy 2: Ysaac the Great

"Who told you to hurt those idiots?"

"But they deserved it. They shouldn't did that to you."

"Did I permitted you to speak?"

"But I ju-"

"Are you going to shut up or you'll let me do it for you?"

They just bowed their heads, obviously doesn't have the ideas on how stupid they are.

"We're sorry Yman."

"It's Ymanuelle. Don't call me that, we're not close."

"We're sorry Ymanuelle." He repeated.

"Well, those idiots are definitely idiots but you shouldn't did that to them. Look at yourselves? Now, go and clean up. And I don't want to hear of this thing again. You understand?"

"Yes"

I slumped my back in the sofa and embrace the comforting feeling it gave to me. I am actually in the abandoned building in our school right now which is pretty clean because I paid the guys to clean it for me.

What the guys did stressed me out. They obviously returned to the donkey and his goons after hearing the oh-so-big-issue that someone just had the guts to blocked my way.

If you are curious who are those guys. Well, they're obviously my flunkies. Wanted to win my sympathy and be in their side which is absolutely impossible because I don't need them. I'm better out with myself, alone.

After resting there in I think an hour or two. I decided to go home. I pocketed my phone and key and started walking. It's pretty dark already. The school was silent and only the porches lights my way. I already reached the parking lot and was about to sound my car when I heard footsteps. Here we go again.

"What d'you want Yago?"

"Well, if it isn't you. Good evening Ymanuelle."

"What's so good in the evening?"

"The fact that you're here and obviously we have some business with you after what happened last time and the satisfaction afterwards then that's good in this evening." He said. And as if with cue, his fellow dudes appeared in the shadows holding some baseball bats and some pipes.

"You really prepared for this?" I asked in a I'm-not-interested tone.

"Ofcourse dear. The bruise you left is still evident!" He replied and showed me his swollen right eye which I didn't saw earlier because he's wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night.

"So that's the use of sunglasses? I thought you gone wild and found out that sunglasses are for nights and not for the sun which is absolutely crazy, if you ask me."

"Don't play dumb with me!"

"I'm not. But really? Sunglasses? You should atleast consider the time and weather. Summer is still way far from now."

"You are really pissing me off!"

"Did I? Oh, sorry. It's actually hard to figure out if your getting red out of anger because you're dark. Oops, did I said it? Sad for you. Let's just face reality bro, it really sucks."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Now he's really angry. I can actually see the smoke coming from his nose and ears and his eyes, especially the swollen one, is about to bulge out with so much anger. But whatever.

"You, being feared can't just scare the hell out of us! And you, being the rich can't make us run with our tail between our legs. And I'm going to let you pay for everything you've done to me, to us. "

"Really? Now let me get you to the point dear Yago. If you're not scared of me, I don't care. I'm not scared of you too, even with the fact that I'm outnumbered and weaponless. And don't even point your finger in my face if you don't want it turned into chicken feet."

Then there it is, I saw the security guard spot us with his flashlight. I turned my back on him and saw him running away obviously trying to call the police because just seeing kids in the parking lot with baseball bats and whatsoever can really freak anyone. Except me because I'm obviously in the situation.

I turned my head to Yago who looks like about to explode any second from now.

"This is not yet the last time you'll see us Ymanuelle. Mark my words."

"Okay." I said bluntly.

And with that he left not forgetting to give me a deathly glare that can make anyone wet themselves, except me again.

HOME

"Good evening Ma'am."

I didn't replied and just walk directly to my room. But before I can even step my foot in my room. A voice already stop me which just added my irritation.

"You're late."

"No I'm not ." I replied, note the sarcasm.

"Will you always stay like that? For pete's sake Ymanuelle, what will just your mother say abou-"

"Don't you ever mention her name. It's because of you she died and it is you why I turned myself like this."

And with that I slammed the door so loud in his face. I don't want to cry again, muttering over and over how stupid he is for letting his wife die just to save his company. And how stupid I am to be like this.

I didn't bother changing my clothes and just rest my body in the comfort of my bed.

"Hmmmmm" I felt someone weakly slaps my face to wake me up. But I don't care. I need more sleep.

"Yman? I'm already hungry. Please feed me."

And with that I opened my eyes, rubbed it and finally see a very cute little boy infront of me with his hungry face, if you ask me.

"Oh Ysaac the Great. Go ask the servants to make you're breakfast."

"I don't want to. I want you too cook my food. You always cook delicious." He replied pouting.

I pinched his cheek and carried him in my arms and went downstairs, to the kitchen specifically.

"What do you want to eat?"

As if I just said the most precious word in the world, his eyes sparkled and smiled at me like there's no tomorrow.

"I want the set A please."

I just replied him with a chuckle. Which I don't do a lot.

So, if you're curious right now, what he means set A is fried rice with so many spring onions topped with sunny side up, bacon, chessy hotdogs, pancake with choco syrup on top and a glass of unsweetened pineapple juice. Y'know, the one with cucumber extract.

And the cute guy who's asking me this and the only person who can command me is no other than my brother, Ysaac Clinton. He's 3 years old and a very charming little boy if you ask me.

"I'll serve you're order in a few minutes Sire." I said and bowed, to make it more dramatically.

"Make it fast. You don't want you're restaurant (which he means my kitchen) to vanished in just a blink." He replied with a smile. Also plays with me. Oh how I love my brother

"Yes sire."

And with that I face my kitchen.

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Now, how was that?

Oh, that cute little guy in the gallery is what I picture Ysaac.

Okay! Hope you enjoy even just a little bit.