Chloe’s POV

Saturday.

Do you know why I love Saturday? It’s the day where I can sleep in as long as I want to and not be bothered. It’s the day where I can be lazy and no one cares. It’s the day to relax and have fun. Catch a movie or something. It’s the day where I won’t see the stupid guy that enslaves me.

Since the day that I broke his nose, he’s got a free pass at our house courtesy of my mum. I don’t know what he did to my mum for her to be that nice to him. He’s here at our house every day after school. He isn’t attending school because he doesn’t want people to see the gauze in his nose and have to explain things.

My stomach ruined the moment that I’m having with my bed by growling, telling me that I needed to eat. I sighed. I get up and went downstairs. I’m halfway through the stairs when I heard laughter from the kitchen. Normally I wouldn’t be alarmed by my family, eating, chatting and having fun. I would probably join them. But at this particular day, something’s different. Someone’s voice is different.

I hurriedly finished the remaining steps and went to the kitchen. There my suspicions were confirmed. There’s a guy sitting across my mum, happily eating and chatting with them. He probably noticed my presence because he looks to where I’m standing right now, a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

“Cute PJ’s.” he said.

The rest of my family looked at me; both my father and brother greeted me good morning but my mum’s glaring at me. Oh yeah, I didn’t bother changing my clothes because I wasn’t expecting someone. Her eyes are silently scolding me for not making myself look presentable. I discarded her death glare and went to my usual sit.

I poured myself juice and placed food in my plate, I silently ate as they continued their chat. Mason’s been telling them lame jokes but my parents are too polite to not laugh at his stupid joke.

“I have a good one.” he said. “What do you call a sleeping bull?”

This ought to be good. I thought to myself.

“What?” I asked in the most bored tone I could muster up.

“A bulldozer!” he said with an enthusiastic smile on his face.

I looked at my family to watch their reactions. My father picked up his juice and drinks it. My mum gave him a polite smile and my brother pretends to not hear him. I laughed at their reactions. I looked over at Mason, he looks pleased with himself. This made me laugh even harder, he has no idea I’m not laughing at his jokes but rather I am laughing at my family’s reaction.

“I told you it’s a good one!” he said to me.

“Yeah it is.” I sarcastically said as I laugh.

Confusion flashed across his face but he discarded it, he just continued eating.

My father excused himself; he received a call from the hospital saying they need him there. My mum took off with my dad and went to work. With my parents gone, my brother also took off. So it’s just me and Mason again, alone in the house.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Eating breakfast?”

“Why? Don’t you have a house? Can’t you eat breakfast there?”

“Well, your mom’s a good cook so… and you’re here.” He said and gave me a wink.

I rolled my eyes at him.

“I’ve spent the whole week with you bugging me every day. Can’t you at least give me this one day where I can spend it how I want too?”

“Nope! Where’s the fun in that? Come on! Chop! Chop! After you wash the dishes you and I are going out.”

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