Wrong But Right

Chapter One

U R B A N
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My wet soapy hands cleaned the last of the dishes, sighing in satisfaction. I had been up all morning cleaning this huge house, since no one else bothers to do it, and I hate a unkept household.

Just as I reached for a dish towel to dry my hands, a loud clank sounded through the kitchen several times. I looked at the sink and about four more dishes were placed sloppily inside, making me grit my teeth in annoyance. I refrained from saying anything like I always did as I simmered my anger down. I had just cleaned almost half the dishes in this kitchen and they couldn't even be mannered enough to clean up after themselves.

"You can wash that too while your at it." Kaleb pats my shoulder before laughing snobbishly and heading out the kitchen. My eyes stay glued to him before looking over at his sister Karen, who was engulfed in her new IPhone 7. She smacked her gum in quite an aggravating rhythm and was unnecessarily loud with every pop and smack. I softly sighed before looking at the floor and continuing to rinse the dirty glass dishes.

After finishing up I headed upstairs to my bedroom. Sleep was evident in my eyes, and oh was I tired. Cleaning all day really made a nap call me to the bed. Slipping out of my robe and slippers, I shuffled into my room and closed the door behind me.

Will, my husband, was laying in bed, like usual, doing nothing. If he wasn't at work he was sleeping or asking, well demanding, me to do something. I sighed softly, ready to be engulfed in the comfort of my silk sheets and thick comforter. After appropriating my attire I slipped into bed next to him, and sighed in relief. My eyes became heavy as I was about to slip into a deep sleep before Will decided to have other plans.

"Why aren't you preparing dinner?" My eyes shot open, but I didn't turn over to look in his direction. I just stared at the blank grey walls. Why didn't I prepare dinner? Perhaps, I was tired of cooking and slaving over a hot stove every night for no one to even thank me for. Or the fact that I was exhausted in general and just needed to rest well to even be able to function properly tomorrow. But those reasons never left my mouth, although I wish they had. I strained myself and became tense before answering tiredly.

"In a moment Will, I'm just worn out, and need to rest." I slightly plead as I shut my eyes again. I'd hope he'd understand by some miracle, but of course that wasn't the case.

"That never stopped you before." He stated.

"Maybe you all could order take out?" I suggest hesitantly. I was way more tired than I usually am and I was not up for getting out of bed. Even though deep down I knew I'd fix dinner regardless. It always worked like that.

"You know that is not a healthy meal for my family." He scoffs. Yeah, his family. He snuggles closer into the sheets, becoming comfortable. Oh how I wish that was me at the moment. "By the time I awaken, I shall have a dinner plate prepared hot and ready."

My eyes became watery with salty tears, making them burn just like my throat. I softly coughed and blinked the tears away before raising up out of my comfortable position.

"Of course." I softly replied, slipping on my robe and slippers once again. I quickly, but tiredly, headed down the spiral staircase, heading to prepare dinner.

Believe me, this was not the life I expected or wanted. I wanted to be a model, and travel the world, and have my own clothing line. But that all changed when William came into the picture. I was blinded by his charm and way with words. How he bought me things and showered me with gifts and affection. I didn't know he even had children until AFTER we got married a year after knowing each other. At age 25 I am married to a 31 year old who has too stuck up snobby children. Two 15 year old twins, who didn't know the meaning of manners.