Chapter 5

Aurelia's POV

“Of course I am, that man was a monster” she said sitting on the kitchen cabinet.

“You shouldn't say that of your elders, he might be a strict person, but he wanted the best for you. He got fired and that isn't a good thing”

“Why”

“Let's assume Dita was a teacher and she was extremely mean, then she got fired, how would she tend to your needs?” I explained

“Ohhh!”

“You should always put yourself in other peoples shoes first”

“Okay… Then it's bad he got fired” Eva muttered.

“Yeah it is”

I had to explain things to Eva, life is a double sided coin. Everything had it's pros and cons.

“Where is Sister Dita?” She asked.

“She went to get some stuff” I answered.

Eva assisted me in doing things since Dita wasn't around, all along we chatted continously. Eva was a signed chatterbox, but I enjoy her company.

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A loud bang woke me from my sleep, someone was knocking at the door, can't the person ring the doorbell like a normal person, instead so keen on breaking the door.

I walked cautiously towards the door, I didn't know who was at the door and it’s 12am midnight, I held a stick with me for safety.

Calling my mom for help would be a foolish thing to do. I gently opened the door and took a peep, the door got snacthed from my hands and Clara walked in with drunken steps.

Did my sister get herself drunk? Her body reeked of alcohol and she was in a very messy state.

“Are you okay?” I said holding Clara's hand as she almost fell.

“Leave me the fuck alone” she pushed me away. I fell to the floor, I felt pain on my buttocks, but I was still glad I didn't get physically hurt.

I watched Clara fall multiples times while ascending up the stairs. She needed assistance so badly yet she rejected my help.

After Clara got into her room successfully, I returned to sleep, I could barely sleep as my behinds hurts badly.

Thankfully, daytime came, I got done with my chores and hurried to the shop.

I was tending to a customer when my furious looking sister walked into the shop. From the pace of my sister's movement, I knew something was wrong.

“Stupid bitch, didn't I tell you not to fucking touch my stuff” Clara yelled attracting everyone's attention.

“I didn't touch your stuff” I defended myself.

“Oh you didn't… then who broke this” She showed her broken wristwatch to my face.

“You probably did that when you got dru…” my sentenced was cut short by the sound of a slap. Clara slapped me!

My face burned in heat, and my heart in pain. Why would my younger sister slap me in front of everyone?

I was thankful Silas wasn't present, or was he? He was at the entrance watching the entire scene unfold, I ran to the kitchen in that realization.

This wasn't the first, or second, or third time Clara was humiliating me in public, but this was the first time someone I liked watched me get humiliated.

I tried hard not to let them drop, I was stronger than this, all my restraints broke and they streamed down freely, not tears of hurt, but tears of shame, tears of being humiliated in the presence of a person I valued.

“Are you okay?” Dita asked, I buried my face into my knees, everyone saw me get slapped, they shouldn't get to see me cry like a baby too.

“I am really going to kill that bitch, why do they keep doing this to you?”

No response, I sobbed.

Dita knew I wanted to be alone, so she made space for me. She left me to drown in my pool filled with hurt.

Seconds, then minutes, then hours passed along, I regained my composure, I was back to being the lively girl I was.

Dita and no one talked about the topic, the coffee shop was a home on it's own. You would be surprised by the level of unity we bestowed.

On my way home, a black SUV stumbled opon me, I might have seen this car before. Silas stepped out of the car, I was less frightened now, Silas won't hurt me, but he still was as intimidating as ever.

“Sir Si… Silas” I stuttered.