Chapter 8~ Why are you Here?
NO ONE'S P.O.V
A beautiful tall brown skinned woman, with shapely thighs, and a nice bust is waiting for her car outside of the airport.
She taps her high heeled shoe on the ground, expressing her agitation. Looking at her gold watch, she checks the time to see how long she's been there.
'15 minutes?! God Damn!' She thinks to herself, while sucking her teeth.
5 minutes later the car finally pulls around the corner and onto the curb of the drop off. A shorts scruffy looking man got out the car with a sign, that had a woman's name on it. The woman huffed and clacked her heels over to the man. She took the sign out of his hands and replaced it with one of her bags.
"The rest is on the cart." The woman said, thick in her New York accent.
The man looked towards the cart, and bit his lip to keep from cussing out loud. It took an hour and a half for the car to finally reach the well built mansion. It seems like years since the woman in the car has been to this homely residence. She gets out the car and sighs, breathing in the crisp cool air. It was refreshing to say the least; giving her the nostalgic feeling of her childhood. The woman gets her purse that's on top of all the other bags, leaving the rest to the short man.
She begins walking to the front door, while fumbling around in her purse. Finally she pulled out a small key with a kissy emoji face. The woman smiled at the little keychain fondly, before using it to unlock the door in front of her. Walking inside like the fearless queen she is, she begins putting her things away while yelling back at the man.
"Put my things upstairs in the room all way down to the right!"
She knew that he heard her because she heard him make a low groan, hearing his heavy footsteps dragging up the stairs. Walking into the kitchen she went to the fridge, opening it to pull out the half drunken wine bottle. 'Someone's been in a little mood I see.'
Taking the bottle with her to the living room, she kicks off her shoes and lays back on the couch, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and turning in on. The woman watches tv for like an hour before finally drifting off into dreamland.
HELEN'S P.O.V
I forgot how hard it is to look for a good paying job now a days. The struggle is really real out here. I know I don't really need to look for a job, but I like to work for my money, having the satisfaction of getting a bag knowing that I worked my ass off for it. My phone rung as I was in the car listening to music to keeping me from thinking too much, which wasn't really helping by the way. I hooked my phone up to the Bluetooth making my whole car ring in the process.
"Hello?" I say, clicking the button to answer the call.
"What up bitch?!?"
"Nothing much YaYa, about to go home, what about you?"
"I'm just checking up on, you said that you were going job hunting today so I wanted to see how that went?"
"Awful, fucking awful."
"Why? What happened?"
"I just forgot how hard it is to get a job now a days."
"Damn right, you fucked up with that one girl."
"Don't remind me, stupid bitch.." I said all grumpy.
"Don't be rude hoe!!"
"Your were rude first, B."
"Oh so you bringing the accent into this now?"
"You pissing me off now YaYa ."
"Ok, ok I'll stop now."
"Thank you, I'll talk to you later I'm pulling up at the house."
"Kk, love ya, bye."
"Love ya, bye."
I pulled up into my drive way, sitting in the car for a while. I'm so tired, I'll have to talk to the twins about this and like punish them. Maybe, yes, no, ok no, it's way too early in our little weird relationship to deal with that stuff yet. I guess I'll try again tomorrow and maybe have luck next time around.
I lean back in my seat and stare outside my window, God made this planet so beautiful, so full of life and vibrant colors, and us humans are messing this world up. Not only with how nasty we can be with trashing the earth, but how nasty we can be towards each other as well. That's why I don't vote because until we can start over and forgot racism all together, that's when I'll vote and contribute to helping in political affairs, which we all know won't happen so I guess the worlds stuck like this, unless the future generations can change things. I would love to see people coming together as one, instead of tearing each other apart. Us black people need to work together instead of coming at each other worse than others do. Like this stupid colorist thing that's going on now is a fucking mess. I can't believe how bad it's effecting us, making us look at each other differently, making us do stupid shit like that whole dark skin and light skin bullshit. It really makes me sick how people can look at me differently because of the color of my skin, because my features are more defined than others, because of how I was raised differently, and because of how I speak differently.
Why am I even thinking about this right now? It was so random, my mind couldn't help racing about all these different thoughts. I finally get out of my car and made it to the front door, taking out my keys, I realize my top lock isn't locked anymore.
'Strange...I'm sure I locked it this morning.'
I walk inside and look around cautiously, checking to see if anything is out of place. Everything seems to be okay, I'm not with this robbery or stalker bullshit now. I will light somebody up with this taser I have in my purse. I'm not with that creepy shit either, I don't do ghost or demons, none of that. No thank you, not today Satin, I rebuke that in the name of Jesus. I let out a relieved breath finding nothing out of place and go inside the kitchen to finish off the wine I had in the fridge. When I look inside, I couldn't find the bottle where I left it. I searched up and down for that bottle, but couldn't find it anywhere.
'Ok, what the fuck?' I think as I open a new bottle of wine, chugging down a huge gulp before stalking to my living room slowly.
I almost dropped the bottle at the sight before me, on my couch was the woman who haunted my nightmares day in and out. The woman that made my childhood a living hell, and pretty much all my life a living hell was on my couch sleep, like she lives here.
I tried to creep away as quietly as I could, until a voice stopped me in my tracks.
"And where do you think your going girl?" I heard a thick New York accent say.
"What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean what am I doing here?"
"You've never shown up all randomly before."
"I decided to come and visit my sweet little Helen." I swear that sent a shiver down my spine and not the good kind.
"Why now?"
"Why not now?"
"Stop... Just answer the question."
"Because I missed you...there is that enough reason?"
"No..." I mumbled.
"What was that?" She asked raising her eyebrow at me.
"Nothing, it's just really random for you to pull a stunt like this, your normally too busy to do anything, but come on family holiday's."
She huffs, while patting the couch signaling me to sit next to her. I slowly take a seat next to her off the edge of the couch, making her laugh at my discomfort like the evil witch she is. I love her, I really do, but she's scares me sometimes.
"Remember when I called you the other day?"
"Yes?"
"Well a little birdie told me some very interesting information."
"Information like what?"
She leans closer to me and whisper's in my ear "Something about you being a Mistress, like a Christen Grey type of Mistress."
My eye's widen as what she was saying finally start to register in my mind. I pulled back from her so quick that I almost fell of the couch. I stare wide eyed at her, while she leaned back and smirked at me.
"Who told you that?"
"I told you a little birdie told me."
"Fuck that, who is it?"
"Are you getting smart with me?" She asked, getting up and coming closer to me.
"Tell me who said it?" I said, getting up as well.
"Love, listen to me." She said, cupping my face in her hands.
I closed my eye's, taking in a calming breath, before opening my eye's to stare up at her. She was a lot taller then me, and in heels she became a giant compared to me. Even though she's always been scary to me, I've always been able to look into her dark green eye's and felt safe. Like having a heated blanket wrapped around me in the a freezing cold house.
"Honey, I got a phone call a week ago and I really can't go into too much detail about it at the moment, but they told me the situation and let me know that you would probably need some type of help."
"Help?"
"Yes, and you know how ruthless I can be? How demanding my very presence can be?"
"What are you trying to say exactly?" I ask, becoming suspicious.
"I'm saying that I'm gonna to teach you how to be more dominant, how to get what you want and not apologize for it."
I stare at her as if she had grown another head or something. She can't be serious right now, like this has to be a joke right now. As I'm looking at her right now, I see she's staring straight back at me with a serious expression on her face.
I can't believe this, my sister wants to basically teach me how to be a Mistress, as if she's done this before. Has she done this before?!?
Oh and you heard right, that's my sister. My big sister Mila; that wants me to learn how to be a Mistress by her and the childhood nightmare that wouldn't go away and never will. Great, that's just fucking super, I think I'm gonna to take a drive, because I can't even deal right now.
As I think that, I jerked away from my sister rushing to get my keys and then heading out the front door. I hear her calling my name over and over, but I just ignored her and jump inside the car. I rev the engine; speeding off as fast as I could while watching my sister try to run after me in the rear view mirror. She's gonna cuss me out when I get back, but at the moment I don't care. I get my phone out my pocket and call the only two people I wanna see right now.
"Hello?"
"What's your address?"
"Helen?"
"What's your address?"
"Is something wrong?"
"I swear if you don't give me your address right now, I'm gonna flip shit, now what's your motherfucking address?" I demand in a tight voice.
"4-4227 South P-port Lane?"
"Great, I'll be over soon...get ready for your Mistress."
I smirk as I hear a gasp and then end the call, putting maps on for the address. Once I type it in, I put my phone on the clip that I have on the dashboard and hurry to my destination.
I pull up at the place; parking my car in the drive way. I get out and hurry to the door because of how cold it was getting outside. I knock on the door loudly, while moving around trying to stay warm.
The door opened up and I saw a shadow of a tall figure was standing there. I looked up to see who the person was and couldn't believe my eye's.
"Julian?"
"Helen? What are you doing here?"
'Well shit...'
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