Forever, Mitchell - Episode 1

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You know how you think you have it all and in a twinkle of an eye it's all gone?

Well, that's not what happened to me, mine didn't go in a twinkle of an eye, it left gradually, slowly, giving me the illusion of staying but eventually it left.

2 years ago I was 19, I was rich, I was one of those people you call a 'rich heir', my father was a scientist in a big research lab and my mother was the head of board members in her hospital.

I was a university student, majoring in nothing because I had the allusion that I didn't need to study because I had my parents.

Let me not twist your brain, I was simply... What do you call it?.. . Spoilt, yes I was simply a spoilt rich girl.

I had to grow up real fast when tragedy hit, you might be wondering what happened?

It's that same old cliché story, dad cheated on mom, mom wanted a divorce, she got one, she got me in the settlement, father abandoned me, abandoned her, 6 months later she got cancer and died after a nasty fight with it.

If you ask me now where my father might be and if I would like to see him?

I would tell you no, that infact I don't know where he is, and that he can rot in hell for all the care I have in the world.

I huff a strand of hair away from my eyes again as I take a deep, calming breath, I look up again at the imposing gates and I wonder for the thousandth time.

How? How did I stoop so low?

I ring the doorbell and stand in front of the security cameras.

"Hello?"

A voice asks from the doorbell, wow, fancy.

"Hi, I'm Mitchell Miller, I was told to come in today for the dishwashing interview"

The voice pauses before the gates swings open, I look behind me again before I step into the house.

Why? Why do things never go easy for me?.

I'm sure it's just my luck that I've stumbled on a nest full of drug and human traffickers.

But you wanna know the funniest thing? I really don't care if I'm being sold right now, I need this job like Mark Zuckerberg needs those scammers to get off his app.

I carry my backpack with me, I have a part-time job I have to get to after this interview, I'm not taking any chances.

As I walk down the path to the house I see workers around me, they are all busy, some look like they are grooming the garden and the others......

The others are wearing crisp suits and they have that wire thingy in their ear that you always see in those James Bond movies.

Where am I?

The headquarters of the FBI?

Wait, how did I get this interview again?.

Oh, Kenny gave me the address and told me to submit my resume.

Kenny is my friend, my male friend, I think I should let you know that.

As I walk I feel eyes on me, the FBI agents are watching me like I'm a ticking time bomb.

It's alright misters, I promise not to go off here, I have to eat my last slice of left over pizza before I do that.

I get to the house and three girls are by the door, all wearing plain black slacks and blue sleeves.

I stop in front of them because it seems like the only thing I can do.

"Mitchell?"

The one on the right asks and I nod, the one the left beckons a guard and he steps forward.

"We have to search your bag" She says and my eyebrows fly up.

"Why?"

"Protocol" She replies, I really need this job so I just surrender my bag, I don't have anything embarrassing inside.

Well anything too embarrassing, there is that old bra I was going to stitch in the break room today and also my left over snickers bar.

And my part-time job's uniform.

The guy gets down to searching and the girl in the middle produces a security wand, you know that thing they wave in front of you from your top to your bottom before you enter into any bank? Yes, that's the thing.

I'm confused, is it that they are scared I might be with the ISIS or do they have something to hide?

Well, it's none of my business, I'm here to wash dishes.

"Clear" The guy says before handing me my bag and waving me on, of course it's clear, except he thought I might strangle someone with my bra.

The middle girl beckons and I follow her.

Hey, don't look at me like that, I love my life but I love having a roof over my head too, I'm sure this house is nothing.

She stops in a parlor, yes a parlor before asking me to seat.

"Madam K will be with you soon" She says and exit, I assume Madam k is my employer.

I look around the big room, my whole house will fit into it and there still will be enough space to play volleyball.

There's a small table in front of me and on it are spongecakes.

Ohhhnn.

When was the last time I had cake? Oh, yes, that time at the restaurant I work in, a guy tried to propose to his girlfriend with cake and she refused...

Apparently he forgot she was on a diet, how could he tempt her with cake?

That was 3 months ago, he got angry and paid the bill leaving the cake for the staff.

Guess what I did with the cake?

Back to the present, I eye the cake in front me, it's giving me a look, it's calling my name.

I look around the large room before grabbing a slice, then another and another and another and another and another.

Ummm.

It's heaven.

I lick my finger.

Wow, the pastry chef sure knows what they are doing, I've never had cake this fluffy.

I roll my eyes before answering my inner klepto.

I grap some slices before wrapping them in a paper towel and placing them in my backpack.

A girl must do what a girl must do.