AARON
if you were given one wish,what would it be?
most people give the same answers.
money,fame,cars.
i want stability.
i want a stable home to come back to after a long night of busting my ass on the court.
not some dull,minimalistic,bare house that has no personality or parental figure in sight.
why can't i have that.
i would rather have a good relationship with my parents and be a nobody than what i have now.
these are the types of things people take for granted.
money,yeah it's nice but what about it's value.
all this is nothing.
because one day,i'm gonna wake up and realize that i have nobody.
and it's gonna be too late.
i spent all day moping in bed.
i'm lonely mentally but physically,i'm as social as a highschool movie character.
this isn't what i want.
this isn't what i asked for but, he hat can you do.
it's not exactly my decision to make.
a knock on my door caused me to look in the direction of my large mahogany colored door.
martha's dark hair popped in before her whole body came through the door.
"mr and mrs.williams told me to come get you."
i sighed
"get out."
she nodded her head,venturing out of my room,closing the door behind her.
i allayed in my bed for a while longer before eventually moving my ass and walking down the stairs.
there they sat.
at the large table that was fit for twelve but could just barely hold three.
i sat down,looking at them waiting for a word.
"martha didn't clean my bathroom this morning,she's been slacking i think we need to-"
"martha won't clean your bathroom anymore,or any room for that matter."
my dad spoke,folding his hands on top of the table.
i shook my head,trying to find the right words.
"we'll isn't that against her job description,fire her."
he shook his head,rubbing his eyes as the frustration set in.
"we can't,it's against the law"
my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my mom spoke up.
"we can't fire her,but we hiring somebody else to be here when she can't."
she tucked her hair behind her ears continuing.
"martha's at the point in her pregnancy where she can only do so much,so from now on she will only be here a few days a week"
"well who's gonna make me my food and clean the house while you guys are gone?"
i'm genuinely confused.
why in the hell did i have to be involved in this conversation.
i'm not the one hiring them,just pick an old lady and keep it pushing, they all do the same thing.
"we hired somebody.young,hardworking,and they can cook.we think you'll like them."
my dad explained pulling his phone out of his pocket before scrolling through it.
he sighed,shaking his head as he placed the phone back.
"look we have to get to the office,there's a meeting in an hour.they should be here in a few can you get the door?"
they both stood from their seats.
"who else is gonna get it?"
i rolled my eyes,watching them exit the house as it became quiet.
this is bull.
whoever this guy is better know what he's doing.
i don't need another old ass man or woman who can barely cook the food right or meet my needs.
i scrolled through my phone for a few minutes,not leaving my spot at the table.
the intercom in the kitchen went off signaling carson had somebody at the gate.
i groaned,stomping to the kitchen.
"let them in,tell them the doors open"
i pulled myself up the stairs deciding to take a long shower.
this house one of the biggest on the hill which means i get a view from my shower.
which is huge.
i took off all of my clothes,stepping into the shower and turning the hot water on.
i rinsed off,watching the mirrors get foggy and the room starting to heat up.
i sighed looking out the window.
it was pretty early in the evening.
i had just gotten home from school a few hours ago.
i haven't ate,obviously.
because somebody for some reason wasn't doing their job.
hopefully this new guy had something ready by time i was done.
i stayed in for a few more minutes before turning off the water and stepping out.
i put a towel around my waist before walking to my room and sitting on the bed.
i scrolled through snaps and stories.
everybody was chilling at chris' house tonight.
drinking and watching movies but of course i was here.
i sat for a few more minutes before a faint smell came to mind.
it was coming from the hallway.
i stood up trying to guess the distinct smell.
i put on some black sweats before opening my door and stepping into the hallway.
"what in the hell-"
i mumbled,stumbling down the stairs.
i turned the corner into the kitchen before stopping in place.
"oh hell no!"
i yelled,she turned her faces copying mine as she said the same thing.
"you work here?!"
"you live here?!"
i shook my head in awe.
"yes i live here,why the hell are you in my kitchen get out!"
"oh so you just want me to leave the stove on and let the house burn,ok!"
she walked away from the food.
she sat down at the table going onto her phone.
i stood in front of her.
"ok first of all get the food,second of all i'm gonna need an explanation as to why you're in my house!"
she rolled her eyes at me before going back to the food,stirring it.
"i needed a job."
"no shit!"
she smacked her lips,turning off the stove and getting a plate from the cabinet.
"i need money for college,all of us don't have the privilege of having rich parents."
she placed the food on the plate before opening the oven.
"ok"
i shook my head.
"and you thought that getting a job in my household was the way to do it!"
"oh trust me if i would've known that i would be working for a spoiled motherfucker like you i would've found another way."
she turned her back,finishing the food.
"this is unbelievable."
i left the kitchen going back up the stairs,stomping into the room.
i pulled my phone out dialing chris' phone number.
the line stalled before his voice finally came through the speaker.
there were voices in he back conversations before he answered,
"talk to me."
"she's at my house."
he went silent,the noise in the back slowly fading away,from him leaving the room i assume.
"who's at your house?"
his voice rang with confusion as i replied.
"she is,miles' sister,i don't know her fucking name!"
he stuttered his words.
"well did she fucking break in,call the cops you idiot!"
i placed my phone down on my desk,putting it on speaker before walking around my room.
"i can't,my parents hired her!"
"you're parents hired her,what type of drugs are they on?"
my hands went on my head as i closed my eyes.
"why would they hired her,are they not aware that she's from the bottom of the fucking barrel?"
"look i don't know why the fuck they hired her,all i know is she can't stay here."
chris agreed.
"you got that shit right,you know ryan's parents hired some flats to work at his house a few months ago and they stole all his moms jewelry and dipped.
like a hundred thousand dollars worth.they ended up catching them but they had sold all the jewelry for money by then."
i ran my hands through hair.
shit.
this is why i never associated with anybody from the flats.
their ruthless.
i've heard so many stories about how those thieving ass bitches went into the hilltop robbing people,and i wasn't about to be next.
"look just try to get her to leave and if she doesn't then call me back and i'll handle it."
i nodded,hanging up the phone.
i sighed,holding my hand in my phone.
it's time to man the fuck up,and get this bitch to leave before it's too late.
"tell her to get the fuck out,or or else you'll lie and say that she stole something valuable or threatened you,yeah"
i mumbled,venturing down the stairs.
i went into the kitchen,watching her at the stove.
"hey!"
she turned her head slightly giving me the least bit of attention.
"look,i don't know what the fuck you think you're gonna steal from my family but it's not gonna work.i've heard plenty of stories about you bitches from the flats coming up here and doing some shit that you know you're not.so just get the fuck out before i tell my parents something they don't wanna hear."
she rolled her eyes,fixing two plates.
"you clearly need mental health and lack basic home training."
my eyes widened as i stepped up to her.
"hello did you not hear me,get the fuck out"
she mocked me,pushing past me.
"hello did you not hear me,get the hell out of my way."
i chuckled grabbing my phone from my pocket.
"that's it.i'm calling the cops."
she groaned throwing her head back.
"and telling them what,you're parents hired some black girl that you don't like and now you want her out of your house? do it go ahead."
i froze in my spot,keeping my eyes on her.
she continued to cook the food,glancing at me with a smirk.
"yeah that shut you up real quick didn't it?"
she laughed.
i put my phone back,sitting in the chair at the table.
"how the hell did you get a job here?"
"the same way as anybody else.you gotta stop judging people based off of looks,it's not gonna get you far in life"
"i don't need any advice from you,just stay out of my way and i'll stay out of yours."
she poured a drink before making a confused face.
"alright but that's not gonna do you any justice considering i'm in your house"
she walked over to me placing the plate in front of me.
"what is this?"
"your dinner dumbass,it's in my job description.that marta,mattie,whatever her name was"
"martha"
i corrected her,she waved me off.
"whatever,she clearly doesn't know how to cook,i had to go to the store and do some shopping for y'all because that woman is clueless."
i shook my head,gesturing at the food on the plate.
"no i mean what did you put on this plate?"
"grilled chicken,asparagus and mashed potatoes,it's hot"
she walked away,going back to the counter.
she made herself a plate before sitting it in front of her on the counter.
"i'm not eating this,i don't know what you might have put in it and i don't wanna take the risk."
she shrugged,forking her vegetables into her mouth.
"fine by me,judging by the size of this house i'm assuming you can pay for your own takeout."
she continued to eat her food.
"i will."
i said matter a factly,pulling out my phone dialing the italian restaurants number.
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