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Zendaya's POV

Anger swam gradually to the base of my throat but I pushed myself out of his room and returned to my room.

$300 every week to endure his contemptuous outbursts?

Was I in for his money?

Absolutely not! But he made it miserably hard for me to literally fake liking him.

How long do I have to persist in this act?

I sank into my bed after presumably trying to call Mariana over the phone.

I haven't heard from her in a long while. Father had advised that she was not to know more about me than she already did.

So she doesn't even know what I was up to. My life was literally much of a fake life, but some things had to be done.

The chirpings of the morning birds stirred me up from sleep. For a minute, I had completely forgotten where I was.

I yawned having recovered from a moment state of shock, I changed into another outfit then started down the stairs where I started cleaning the kitchen.

Tyler waltzed to the mind, and I snapped the memory of him away from my mind.

I would see him much later. Perhaps he would be in a happier mood.

As I cleaned, I began to swoon around to an imaginary music playing in my head and an imaginary dance with my very own prince Charming.

I didn't know how I got to the polished parlour (which was spacious and was likable for a dancing floor) and I began dancing around.

A shrilling ring tore through the air and I stopped to catch my breath, laughing at my stupid act while rebuking who the caller was.

I walked towards the piano stand where the telephone was as it continued to render its tormenting cry.

"Let it ring." Came the deep voice.

I gasped, holding my chest in a state of shock as I whirled round to the direction of the voice.

Tyler sat in his chair, hands on the wheels by the corner that digress to the stairs.

He had been watching me, for how long?

Had he seen me dancing?

"It could be an important call," I said to him.

"It's my mother," his brows twitched.

The ring of the telephone switched into a voicemail.

"Tyler darling, I just wanted to hear from you. How are you holding up? I'm sorry that I haven't returned home, I'm still cumbered with a lot of work....,"

There was a pause.

"Not to worry, the caregiver will attend to all of your needs. I'll be home shortly."

And the line went dead.

My eyes returned to his face.

Was this truly how his relationship with his mother was? How could she care so less about him and leave him entirely in my care?

Had she merely found me just because she had wanted to go on a business trip?

It just didn't sit right to me.

She didn't even remember my name!

Was she truly his mother?

What if I did try to kill him?

It would be the most easiest task.

"You can go about your business," he started wheeling away.

My stomach rolled. I knew that he had seen me dancing.

*******

I pushed myself into Tyler's room, making sure the tray of food doesn't tilt from my hands.

A pitch darkness hit me.

Thick, heavy curtains obscured the sun rays from perpetuating the room and the lights were switched off.

The other of my hand searched frantically for the light switch.

My fingers found it and the lights flooded the room once I turned it on.

One look at Tyler, and his eyes growled at me.

"I didn't ask you to turn on the switch." He spoke.

"I brought breakfast, I prepared scrabbled eggs," I tried a slow smile, dropped it on the stool close to bed and walked around the bed.

My hand went for the curtains.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

"Doing the right thing," I fought another wave of fury awaking in me.

"You don't know your place. Just because I let you be, you begin to hop around like a little bird."

His eyes held much hatred, and I scoffed silently having realized that his disdain for me was nothing compared to mine.

"Your incessant whining are indeed childish, just because you do not find anything amusing - others are bound to suffer for what they know nothing about. If you choose to get swallowed up by this darkness, fine but not under my watch. Eat, live and go out like a human. How long do you hope to dwindle in your miserable solace? Perhaps, when your mother returns I will take my leave and never return. Until then, you're stuck with me."

Hell, I regretted the words as soon as they were spoken.

His brows cocked upwards in shock at my words while his finger clung tightly around the arms of his wheelchair.

Silence.

But I could hear my heart beating. Had those words being spoken by me?

I looked at him, he looked right back at me, and our eyes met.

Quickly, I averted my gaze. "I'll be back soon." I told him.

My stomach tightened as I paced around. Why had I spoken like that to him? I

I might lose my job and every plan father and I had orchestrated would come to nought.

What was wrong with me?

"Calm down, Suzzie. Breathe," I told myself.

Hoping to hear more outburst from him, I returned to his room one hour later.

His dish was cleared, and not a crumb was left.

He was also sleeping in his chair, while the curtain had been stretched to a half-opening.

The corner of my lips curled up as I watched him.

"Why not just kill him and return home? He's much of a trouble in the ass anyway?" That voice said to me.

"No one would ever know. He killed your parents, remember? His mother doesn't even care about him? So, why should you? You're must a girl out here for revenge."

The voice was winning as memories of my parents flooded me.

My eyes went slightly blurry and I grabbed one of his pillows - intent on avenging the death of my parents.