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Godiva PoV.
"It's already 7 o'clock. Gosh, I'm late!"
I quickly threw off the covers and got out of bed. Without caring about my looks, which might be messy, I rushed to the kitchen. Passing through the narrow corridor with peeling paint on the walls, I half ran barefoot.
I heard two women talking to each other in different tones. One of them spoke in a high tone and was answered with a trembling tone of voice from the other woman. I quickened my pace when my name was called by one of them.
"Godiva, where is she?" the high-pitched woman shouted.
"I'm here, Auntie..."
I saw that Aunt Caylee's face was already bright red. I realized that I had woken up late, but the expression on her face was unnerving as she looked at me. I approached her, who was standing behind the dining table with her hands bent at her waist.
I looked down at the floor and waited for my aunt to speak. The sudden silence made me feel even more creeped out. I continued to stare at my bare feet and linked my fingers to quell my fear.
"What did you do to Kayleigh?"
As soon as Aunt Caylee asked me about Kayleigh, I knew this day would come. The day of judgment from Auntie would definitely result in me receiving punishment. I had resigned myself to the fact that no matter how hard I tried to explain what had happened, she would still find me guilty.
"You heard me, Godiva; so answer my question!" snapped my aunt.
I felt both confused and scared. I looked at the reddish marks curled around my wrists. It was only yesterday that I had gotten that wound because of a hundred dollars matter that my aunt had lost from her purse.
Last Thursday night, I clearly saw my cousin take the money from my aunt's purse that was left on the living room table. I explained to my aunt that I didn't steal the money, but she still blamed me. I was always wrong, and my cousin was always right in her eyes.
I finally replied, "I got a bonus from Mauricio, but I can't give my money to Kayleigh. I need it to buy shoes because mine are worn out."
Instantly, I saw a change of expression on my aunt's face. With one eyebrow raised, Auntie put on a devilish smile. I saw the movement of her hand, which swung slowly from her waist and then extended straight to me.
I exhaled harshly but remained unmoved. In the blink of an eye, an object struck my head. I looked at the bowl that had broken on the floor after colliding with my head. I felt pain, but I held it in as much as possible because I didn't want to make my aunt even angrier.
Without saying much and with my chest tight, I went back to my room. I opened the door, the hinges of which were almost broken, and the sound of metal clashing rang in my ears as I walked past. I decided to give the bonus money to my aunt rather than prolong the problem this morning.
I took out a purse from a medium-sized bag whose black color had faded. I took out the few bills I'd gotten from the owner of the pizzeria where I worked. With a glance at the white sneakers whose soles had lifted up, I had to stick with them for the next few months.
I returned to the dining room that was attached to the kitchen. I reluctantly handed the money to my aunt, and she accepted it with a smile. What made me even more miserable was when I heard Kayleigh's chuckling voice teasing me.
"You should have given it to Kayleigh, so I wouldn't have to waste my energy this morning just to get pissed off. You're lucky that I didn't punish you like yesterday, so hurry up and prepare breakfast for us now."
I walked over to the refrigerator, located in the corner of the room. I took a piece of ice from the freezer and put it on my head to relieve the pain from the bump earlier. I then started preparing breakfast for them.
Taking a bunch of lettuce and some eggs, I planned to make fried eggs for the sandwich. I prepared breakfast in record time because I was already really late.
After finished preparing breakfast and finishing my own sandwich, I quickly went to the toilet to wash my face and brush my teeth. After taking five minutes to get ready, I immediately said goodbye to my family. I still maintain politeness because they're my only family now.
I finally got the bus to the downtown area after waiting ten minutes at the bus stop. In this rush hour, I had to stand all the way to the restaurant. It gave me time to remember the past. Remembering how my mom and dad died when I was 7 years old in a traffic accident, I gripped the support pole in the bus tightly.
My life was a little better after working as a pizza delivery girl. I was able to put some of my salary aside for the future and also not be so dependent on my uncle and aunt. Once I really had enough money, I planned to leave my aunt's house and live independently by renting a small, cheap apartment.
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