Rich people are predictable, is what Lily thought as she sat in the middle of her apartment that evening.
Of course, no way a filthy rich billionaire would allow any of his direct employees to abode among beggars and drunkards who sang wholeheartedly along the streets.
How cliche!
Lily was supposed to be happy, that she was finally going to live life like a decent human being, who had pay and could afford basic commodities, she was supposed to be happy she would never be mistreated by Aunt Molly ever again, but she was not.
She was leaving a part of her life, she had said that she wanted to come back to pack when in reality she had nothing no matter Lan had assured her everything she needed would be purchased for her new place.
So she sat slowly coming to terms that it was time to let go of her old life.
As she glanced around, tears pooled in her eyes, Lily saw it. A dead little roach.
A little gasp, a shake of a head and the tears were uncontrollable.
Three years ever since she ran away from Aunt Molly's witch den and she had never cried, fifteen years she had grown alongside Martha's bullying and even when the girl had applied hot pepper on Lily's undergarments one day when she mistakenly insisted she would shower before her older cousin, she didn't ! Lily had left the bathroom, dressed in a haze only to feel as if her derriere was on fire when she stepped foot out of the house. Lily had screamed for what she was worth, rushing into the kitchen, grabbing milk and tearing it open then pouring it on herself. Her eyes stung but she did not cry until the torture was over.
But on this fateful day she did, that little roach was not just a roach, Lily saw herself as the creature. Judged for being a nuisance, judged for being dirty and ugly but in its small ways, it had shown Lily much compassion than the people she had known over the years. It had always listened to Lily, Lily was sure and like Lily, it was too small to defend itself,too dirty to be associated with.
She cried hard.
Aunt Molly, Martha.
It was like a sobering thought had been poured upon her head and she got up.
Martha would not- should not find her there.
Her cousin had the habit of popping in unannounced and for that reason, she had to leave. Martha would see her getting into a shiny limousine and would go running her mouth to Martha who was capable of all forms of sabotage.
In haste, she dried up her tears, carried a worn out book that used to be her diary then dashed out meeting a confused Lan, eyeing her hands expectantly.
"Your luggage ?" He asked.
"No need,"
It was time to let the past stay in the past.
Lan opened the door and let her in the luxurious interior. He then got on the driver's side and drove off.