"What?" Ryan asked turning back to face Blake.　　"Why did you buy her then? For slavery? If you never liked her, you shouldn't have bought her. It doesn't matter if you like her or not, hitting her is a form of abuse and I won't clap for you because of that" Ryan preached.　　Blake bowed his head unable to say anything, he couldn't defend himself this time around.　　"I mean, I do not have the best relationship with my Dad, you know how much I resent him yet, I visit him every month in the prison because he's my Dad, that's a fact I will live with forever" he said.　　Ryan sniffed trying to stop the tears that threaten to fall. He can't let them come down again, the two best friends have promised not to cry over their pasts again.　　It is called the past because it's something they should forget about but things like that can't be forgotten so easily.　　It's impossible to forget, their pasts is what brought them together and they became best friends afterwards because they could underst

　　Thirty minutes later.......　　Emma came back to the kitchen to prepare pasta, both Blake and Ryan are in the living room. Ryan's attention was with the television while Blake work on his laptop.　　Aside from noodles, pasta is the only fast food Emma could think of. It won't take up to a hour before it's done.　　After putting the pasta into the pot on the gas cooker, she sliced the onions as she waited for it to per boil. She took a small quantity of pepper from the refrigerator and blend it using the electrical blender.　　After the pasta was per boiled, she fried the oil and tomato together with pepper and onions before putting the rest of the ingredients.　　Soon, she was done. The pasta was ready. Emma turned off the gas, took out two plates and served in it then placed them on the dinning table.　　Brought out a chilled water and juice from the freezer accompanied with two glass cups for both Blake and Ryan.　　When she was done, she slowly ambled into the sitting room to see the two

　　Emma slowly turned towards Blake's direction to see him sitting down on the sofa she earlier stood up from. Her laptop seated by his side.　　She bowed her head guiltily and fearfully thinking of a way to apologize without having to add sorry again.　　He let her off earlier probably because of the people around. She might not be lucky this time.　　"I needed my laptop and couldn't call my brother to bring it for me so I called Zoe to help me get it, I ap–"　　"Cut it, I don't need your explanations. Go eat your breakfast before it gets cold and it's almost time for lunch, you have a work there" Blake cuts in dismissively pointing towards the kitchen.　　Emma was once again threw off guard by his reply but instead of moping at him again, she nodded her head and scurried off before he changes his mind.　　Emma went back to the kitchen, her pasta was covered with a plate. She sat down on the table to at least finish the one she has served herself in order to avoid wastage of food even if she

　　The next day.....　　Emma woke up quite early, she feel refreshed after waking up. It's a new day, the first day of her becoming able to do whatever she likes in the mansion.　　Blake had told her during dinner yesterday fromthat the maids will come back today. She just can't wait for their arrival, at least, she will have people to talk to aside using her phone all day.　　She can equally make friends with them, if they are not going to dislike her on her first meeting with them just like Blake did.　　Emma hope that wouldn't be the case, right now, all she wants is to prepare for her college.　　According to Blake, she will start attending college again soon. She doesn't know how soon but still, she is happy he is talking to her about the process. In fact, she is happy that their relationship has improved since yesterday.　　She got out of the bed, entered into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, took her bath and came out. She will wash her hair in the evening.　　Doing that now will take a

　　Three hours later, Emma woke up with a knock on her door. She hissed before tossing on her bed for sometimes.　　She hates being woken up from sleep, sitting down on the bed, she sleepily rub her eyes before muttering a faint come in.　　Mrs Henshaw came in with a tray of food and different types of drinks. Emma sat there wearing a frown on her face, why will she stress herself to cook for her? Emma planned on not eating lunch and that was why she didn't bother preparing one.　　"I am sorry to disturb you my dear, you have been sleeping for hours without having your lunch. I thought it might be better if I prepare one for you" Mrs Henshaw said, a smile appearing on her face.　　"You shouldn't have bothered to make me lunch, thank you" Emma replied, she couldn't reject the food the nice woman took her time to prepare for her.　　Aside from her mother, no one as ever cooked for her like this and now, this woman came into the picture.　　"It's okay, I know lunch should be over since but it's