CHAPTER 4 - PARTY MISHAP

Avery’s POV

It had been a very good week for me, working as Angie's private tutor was easier than I initially expected, and Angie had been so nice to me.

“Maybe it isn't yet time to show her true colors,” I thought, if Aunty Vivian had taught me anything it was that I couldn't trust anybody.

When my parents passed and she came to my father's house as a guardian, she was so nice, almost perfect, she fed me, clothed me and treated me like a princess for more than one year, I was so happy and allowed her into my parent's room giving her access to all my parent's files and deeds, after she seized everything my parents left for me, she turned into this monster that I had to face every day.

“At least for now,” I said out loud on my way to her house.

She had continued to give me big tips every single day and I had been able to save a lot of money while also giving my aunty a good amount of money. I made sure to always change it into smaller bills so that it looked like a lot of money.

“I don't care what you do as long as you keep this money coming,” my aunty told me, she has continued to drink away every single dim I had given to her.

“Here we go,” I said entering into my regular workstation.

Getting to Angie's house or should I say mansion, the day went on like any other day, I taught and she learned quickly, with the reading techniques I taught her, she had been able to cover a lot of topics making my already easy work easier.

Our classes finished earlier than the time allocated and we always talked about random things till it was time to leave. I tried not to tell her my personal issues during this time.

“It's time for me to get going,” I told Angie as I packed my bag to leave, we had been talking for a while now and I was getting hungry, I needed to go home and eat something.

“Okay but can you come tomorrow?” She asked with pleading eyes.

But it was a Saturday and I didn't need to come to work, why would she need me here?

“Why, is there a topic you want us to cover?” I wanted to know the reason she requested my presence.

“No, no but it's my anniversary with my boyfriend, I wanted you to be here for the celebration,” she said with a smile expecting a positive response.

“Oh I'm sorry, I won't be able to make it,” I said as I shook my head and carried my bag.

I didn't want to come to that celebration any other for that matter, they were very rich people and I didn't want to be embarrassed, but apart from that, I didn't want to get too close to her, she was my boss and I wanted to keep it that way.

“Oh come on, please…” she begged, really wanting me to be here.

“I can't, it's a family occasion, besides I have nothing to wear” I protested, thinking of a very good excuse.

“I thought you'd say that,” she said with a smile, bringing out a bag and handing it to me.

I looked through the bag, it was a dress with shoes and jewelry.

“I can't accept this but I will come, only for an hour,” I said finally succumbing to her pressure.

Angie was already doing a lot for me, I didn't want to owe her too much.

“Yesssss, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said in excitement.

“But why would she want me there,” I thought as I went home, she had already paid me for the day.

Why did she go to the point of getting me clothes? What did she want from me? These questions bugged my mind but I decided to think nothing of it and go back for the party or whatever when my aunty went out on Saturday.

She always went out for the whole day on Saturday.

“Better make that change before you forget,” I admonished myself as I proceeded to make the one thousand dollars into a bunch of 20-dollar notes. I divided them in two, I would give her half tonight and the other half tomorrow morning so she can get on with her drinking.

“What a waste of money,” I sighed at the thought that all my hard work was spent in a bar.

I met Aunty Vivian on her way out, she didn't even wait to beat me up, she just took the money and hurried away.

“That's strange,” I thought but remembered that it was something that she did when she desperately needed a drink.

She was never always like this, I just didn't know why she changed, she always looked at me with guilt and pity during times like this, it was almost like she wanted to tell me something but then she would rush to the bar and go back to being drunk Aunty Vivian.

I took a deep breath, sighing as I ate and went to bed.

The next morning, Aunty Vivian was crying for hours, she locked herself in the room so I couldn't get to her.

“I can't do this anymore,” I said as I dropped the money and a note saying that I was going to work.

I know I lied but I couldn't bear to hear her crying from the other room, I was thankful I had a place to go.

At the party I struggled so hard to fit in, I regretted not taking the clothes Angie offered me because I was mistaken for the help so many times, all in all, it was lively, better than sitting at home.

Then came the bully, I didn't know who he was but he looked like Angie.

“Hey beautiful, wanna come over to my room later?” He asked loudly with a devilish grin.

“No thank you,” I replied, not wanting any trouble.

But he didn't stop, he kept teasing me and saying inappropriate things. Just when I thought I was going to lose my mind, I heard a voice thunder from behind me.

“Quit playing around Quinn,” the voice said, I knew that voice, it was very family.

“Yes Father,” the bully replied and scurried away.

So that was Angie's brother, big brother I supposed because he looked a lot older than her.

I turned to thank Mr. Amos, why was he always coming from behind me, I wondered.

“Thank…” but before I spoke he stopped me.

“No need for that human, just stay out of my way,” he said harshly, not even looking at me.

As I was about to protest, Angie came running to her father, her eyes filled with tears.

“Daddy, my caterer bailed out at the last minute,” she cried, devastated and confused.