Love ~ Hate Relationship - Episode 3

 

I would like to believe that the reason I'm still at home is because I'm a good son and my mother needs help around the house. 

But we both know that's far from the reason, I brush down the sitting room window again, wondering when the family is going to make an appearance,its past twelve. 

"Waiting for someone?" My mother asks, stepping into the porch from the sitting room, I'm so out of it I didn't notice her standing there. 

"Why would you think that?" I ask, wiping beads of sweat from my brows. 

"Oh, nothing, just wondering where this sudden interest in taking care of house affairs generated from, what? You've cleaned the barn and vacuumed the whole house today?" She asks, handing me a glass of Kool Aid I didn't notice before. 

"Forgive for me trying to pay up this past week of being a bad son, I will soon resume my duties" I say and although she knows I'm full of shit she let's it go. 

"Well, if that's the case I've got some wood for you to split, the colds during the evenings is getting too much and we need fire to warm the house" She says and I nod, I wish I could get her one of those heater things but the costs is astronomical the last time I checked. 

"Hey hey!" A little voice cries out from behind the window and i glance to it, it's Alicia, her face and her hands are smushed against the window, making her look like a cute puppy. 

"Hey Alicia, how are you?" I ask and she nods eagerly, my eyes trails from her searching for the other red headed sister but she is not in sight.

"Do your parents know you are here?" My mother asks, the house is big enough with two separate wings and living accommodations that the Knight's don't have to see us if they don't want to, it was built for servants and kings. 

"No, I wanted pie" She says simply and my mother nods, a little laugh in her voice. 

"Well, I'm going to leave you in Stellan's capable , I'm going into town" She says before exiting the porch, the little girl comes around the window to stand in front of me. 

"Big man? Pie?" 

"Sure baby" I say, dropping my towel and grabbing her little hands to lead her to the kitchen. 

"Where are you taking my sister?" The musical voice asks and we both turn. 

"Sybil!!" Alicia squeals ".. Come, we are going to pie!" The little child squeals. 

"We are going to have pie, not we are going to pie, and what have I told you about accepting treats from strangers?" She asks correcting Alicia and scolding at once, the little gilt doesn't buy it, just grins and pulls me into the kitchen, I don't turn around to see if she is following because I instinctively know she is. 

I set Alicia on a high stool, cutting up a bit of pie for her before passing her some milk. 

I turn to the silent sister. 

"Do you want some?" 

"Do you have to speak?, I don't like the sound of your voice" She says, I blink,Gof knows I'm not the sort of guy who blinks in surprise but I'm so surprised. 

"It was a simple question, asked out of courtesy" I say, folding my hands on my chest. 

"Courtesy demands that you shut up when you believe you are disturbing someone else." She says and I don't know why I get the sudden urge to laugh, she's fiesty. 

I turn my attention back to Alicia, ignoring the dark presence by the door, trying to hold back laughter. 

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I watch her try to grab an apple from the tree, and almost laugh when she growls in frustration, I don't tell her that she's supposed to use the little piece of rock as a stepping stone, I just go back to washing her fathers car. 

After a while of listening to her cursing like a sailor I give up and stroll to the tree, plucking the red fruit and stretching it out to her. 

"I didn't need your help" She says, her foot tapping against the ground, how old is she? Fifty? 

"It was painful watching you trying to do that" I say. 

"You should stop coming around me, I know people like you, you want something and I have nothing to offer you" She says and I feel a sweep of irritation. 

What the ever loving f*ck? 

"Hey, Watch your mouth" I say, biting into the fruit instead, taking pleasure in watching regret sweeping through her eyes. 

"Or what? You are going to display how much of a babarian this backwater town bred you into?" 

The irritation I was feeling grows and I throw the fruit away, it lands by her feet. 

"Watch your mouth" I repeat. 

"What are you going to do if I don't?babarian" 

"You are a spoilt thing aren't you?" I ask 

"What?" 

"Uppity and spoilt, no manners or simple human ethics, an heiress, born and bred, thinking the sun shines from your ass crack" I say, crossing my hands on my chest. 

"Hey!" She cries in indignation. 

"What? You don't like to hear that? How about you show some fucking respect seeing as you are standing on my land? Uh? Thought about that?" 

"I paid you money to be here, it's not as if I'm trespassing, you even call this hovel a land? Do you know what land means?" 

"You didn't pay me, your father did and I can refund the money and boot you off so watch your mouth" I say, before turning, suddenly very angry. 

Maybe it's because I used to think that when I saw who was meant for me I would know and she would be every thing I ever wanted, maybe that's the reason I'm angry because I cannot abide spoilt people. 

Here I was thinking I've found the one.

I grab the towel from inside the bucket as I resume washing and stewing. 

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Read " An Arranged Marriage " by the same author ( Bebe Ernest )