"Georgia," Clark drawled while switching on the lights and I turned rigid.I was caught red-handed, surreptiously stuffing frozen, crusty cupcakes while sitting by the fridge in the dark corner."Mmph I-I cagrrrnt hemnlp!" I exclaimed through my mouth stuffed with cupcakes and tears of choking streamed down my cheeks as I started beating my chest rapidly.Clark immediately was crouched by my side, rubbing and patting my back while handing me a glass of water."You alright, Georgia? Do you need more water or anything else?" he asked in concern and I burst out in tears while trying to shove another cupcake in my mouth in pity which Clark gently took it from me."I don't even know why I'm crying!" I blurted out and Clark pulled me into his arms while muttering about how it was all going to be okay. I cried against him while clutching his t-shirt, unconsciously wiping my snot on it, but he cared less. He was busy trying to calm my raging hormones as I sniffed while complaining about how s
My dearest grandmother strutted through the door without any greeting, her sagging chin held high up and her red coloured lips drawn into a thin line. She was nearing eighty years and still was dressed ostentatiously in a tight, black mini-skirt, red tube top with a denim jacket, fishnet stockings and black sandals with block heels. She thrusted the innumerable paper bags which contained gifts for her great grandchildren to the nanny and me and brushed past me like she owned the damn place.Robert was dressed modestly in a striped shirt and trousers as he emerged through the door. My dearest grandmother was already complaining about the crummy place and I stood frozen on my spot, flabbergasted by their sudden arrival. Robert hugged me and then Clark while patting his back affectionately, talked to us for a few seconds and I managed to crack a smile, until my grandmother called him dramatically like those old-fashioned wives calling their husbands in soap operas.As Robert strode towar
[Please read the author's note at the end]"What does the fox say---""You lazy ass! Clean the damn carpet and shove it downstairs!"I heard the faint voice of my mum coming from the kitchen. I quickly removed my headphones and threw them on the ground in a heap. That dusty, old Chinese carpet hadn't been cleaned in ages but nobody cared about it, except my dear mum. She was distracting me from my extremely vital job which needed a tremendous amount of focus and concentration.I was trying to do acrobatics by hanging on my mother's long, red, silky scarf, which was suspended from a hook on the ceiling. I was high up from the floor and it was a risk, but it was fun. Yes, seriously I needed a mental check or whatever, but I truly wished to perform in a circus one day. Girls generally of my age had sexual fantasies, but my fantasy was merely to get into a circus which was surreal. I just wanted to make people happy."And who would do the laundry? Your d---""Ah . . . I will do it later!
O n e a n d h a l f m o n t h l a t e r"Mum?" I stood by the window and gazed at my mum. She was standing on the street as she waved at me, her figure was blurry yet looked so real. I climbed over the window, ready to jump at her since I just wanted to hug and hold her. I positioned myself on the roof and at that very moment the bell rang of my house, bringing me back to reality.My feet slipped but I quickly held on the nearby pipe to keep me stable and sighed loudly. I could have potentially broken some bones if I had jumped. Damn! I was imagining stuff again. I didn't tell this to anybody or people might send me to the asylum assuming that I had lost my leftover sanity.I cautiously crawled on the roof and hopped in my room. I went to the bathroom and opened the shelf. I popped the round colourful pill for headache and swallowed a glass full of water. Cold sweat trickled down my forehead and I heard the bell ring again. I quickly splashed some more water over my face and hurried
I followed Greta as she led me into the living room. The passage was dark, with creepy art pictures which were dull and boring. Pictures were meant to be full of colour and brightness, but everything was just the opposite. On normal circumstances, I would analyse the paintings and look carefully at the intricate designs and patterns, but these pathetic geometrical figures were no where near my ideas.Greta wore her cool shades and said, "Clark is upstairs in the corner, left room. He is probably taking a nap. Wake him up and do not let him out of your sight. He's a troubled child."I nodded and watched her disappear into the dark passage. I heard the door shut and sighed. The curtains hid all the light which would enter into the room. I pulled the curtains and smiled internally when the sun rays kissed my tanned skin.This house definitely was not a little kid's home. There were no milk bottles or toys to be seen around. I looked over the shelves and saw some bills. I read the name an
"George, your friends are over here!" my dad shouted and I heard Kyle and Peaches' hurried footsteps on the stairs. They flung open the door of my room before I could even start making space for them in that messy hell. My stuff was strewn all over the place and I hadn't bothered to clean until my four year old friends made an entry.I didn't really know why I hung out with four year old, adorable kids but it was fun. They were from my neighbourhood and I used to babysit them when they were tiny. I realized that I enjoyed the company of these kids more than the grown up ones. They were always happy and never really salty. I was friends with more than half the population of my school, but they all were scared to be around me. They knew what trouble I caused, so they never really mingled with me much, although they would be nice to me all the time. That was just a façade and I loathed that.Besides, I preferred playing hide and seek over hanging out in the mall or a club and pretending
I slowly crawled behind the dark curtains to somehow reach Clark. He was still throwing random stuff here and there like a lunatic. I was shit scared, but I was paid to take care of him, wasn't I?I slid from behind the curtains and he sensed some movement behind him, for he suddenly stopped destroying all the articles. His whole right hand and the place where he stood was covered with blood. It was such a horrendous scene to witness. My legs wobbled and my hands were slightly trembling.At first, I thought of pouncing on him from behind and hold him tightly to prevent any further destruction. But when I pondered over my plan again, I realized that neither I had so much strength to hold Clark nor I would do so, since it would hurt him even more.I gulped in trepidation and took a step forward. He cocked his head slightly, but his back was facing me so I couldn't see his face. I shut my eyes and took two, long strides and stood a few feet away from him. He let go of the broken bottle a
"Oh my god! What happened here?" Greta asked and was stunned by the whole mess in the living room."You came early? Well, I guess I can explain what really happened here. I know I'll be fired because of all this chaos, but at least pay me for today," I rambled and Greta rushed towards Clark to examine him. My mind was racing through all the terrible thoughts. What if she asked me to pay for the damage? That bitter excuse of a Brownie would be clearly taking revenge.But to my astonishment, Greta came and hugged me. "Oh, thank you honey. It was my fault, I assured you that Clark wouldn't do any harm. But he did, so I'm sorry. I never expected you to actually take great care of him.""I'll take that as a compliment," I said and smiled smugly. I helped Greta with all the stuff scattered on the floor and all the while Clark was shut in his room. After spending some time cleaning the floor, I stretched myself and yawned. "Greta, I should get going. I'm soo hungry and tired!""You can stay