The Puppet Factory

Part 2

*#*~*Flashback*~*#*

I wouldn't describe myself to be a dull person, but lately my days have just been the same.

Wake up to the sound of moaning and groaning, run out the room to check if everyone is alive before cleaning up the horrid mess. Make sure the two don't touch each other then go and prepare for the day. Eat breakfast to the music of hell before ditching a ride with an angry sister by walking to school.

Sit in academy lessons on Tuesdays and house assemblies on Thursdays but other than that just take notes in class till my hand starts to shake, spend free time with dolls and dogs who won't give me a minute of the day to myself. Escape to the primary school for practice (more will be said on this later), visit mother in her room with healthy and edible food before arriving at the 'House of Pain' exhausted, just to clean up the remnants of yet another fight!

I don't like the guy either but seriously? Day in and day out, if you're close enough, you'll just be able hear the fights unfold. Luckily I don't clean up blood often, these days.

"You didn't have to do that you know. I was going to give back your sculpture by the end of the week after it was graded!" Sighing, I removed the book from over my face but didn't move from lying on the bed.

"I didn't have to do what, Trinity?" Whatever I did or did not do, it seemed to irritate her quite a lot.

Wait, she took my sculpture and used it as her own? ...Well that's expected. It happens more often than not so I made sure to buy a second one, completely different from the first. She must have taken the fake one, I wonder will the teacher notice, did she notice?

"Don't play coy with me- I know it was you! You flipped my room upside down looking for the damn thing when it clearly wasn't there. Now I gotta clean up the whole bloody place! Like what the hell?! You even cut up the mattress!"

I rubbed my face before looking at her. Trinity's cheeks were flushed furiously. Even from under her caramel skin tone the blood in her cheeks was very prominent. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she clutched the door knob with a reddened fist. Her curly hair looked slightly frizzed as she stood there in her tennis gear that had stains on it... most probably from sweat or sun lotion.

"Trinity. I arrived home long after you did. Anyway, I found your room like that when I came, I thought you knew. Point being; it wasn't me."

Her mouth opened to yell at me again but no sound was heard as a frown appeared on her forehead, I decided not to tell her that she'll get worry lines earlier than intended if her face stays like that.

"But then who was... fuck, I'm going to kill him."

She stood there glaring at the floor like it stole her boyfriend or something. Does Trinity have a boyfriend? Hmm, I should find out. If she does, I feel sorry for the new boy. Shaking her head she left slamming the door behind her. Just as I began to relax again she came back.

"You know what? I don't care who did it. Just make sure that it's back to its former glory within the hour." And then she finally left for good.

Yes. I've been made the maid of the household, even though she comes every Thursday, sometimes even going further than needed. Hmm, I kind of feel I'm being abused, labour wise that is. Oh well, better do as the lady commands. Don't want a retake of what happened last time I got into a fight with her over this...

So again I clean up a mess made by, well not me. Since he isn't here yet I presume that Kyle will be coming in late again or not at all. I'm pretty thankful for that, I'm sure you can already guess why.