Best Friend

Melissa's pov

After Draven left the room, I took my time devouring the bread. Yes, I didn't get a chance to eat as I like due to his presence. Wait, I don't think I caught a glimpse of my dad yesterday. Gosh I'm dead. What excuse am I going to give him if he finds out that have been hanging out with Bobby? No, there is no way the head naid will disclose that to him. It would have been nice if I had gathered enough money for my college, the thought of getting a degree and securing a good job after graduation can stop popping into my head. I believe that's the only solution for now....

I just want the best for my family, and I believe that I will be able to render some help. Even tho, The Parker's are nice to us when it comes to money and as a matter of fact my parents earned the most among the maid. Yes, they earned the most, you must be wondering why we are yet to secure an apartment of our own and stop being a dog to one billionaire family.  I understand that my parents also want the best for me and my sibling, but who are you to argue when life doesn't open the opportunity door you have been craving for. I still recollect that we once moved out of the mansion about seven years ago, is not that hard to calculate the year because I remembered that we left the same month Bobby travelled to Italy. We got our own apartment, even tho my parents still kept on working in the mansion, but this time, the go in the morning and returned in the evening. During this period, there is no doubt that I live my best live. 

The freedom, everything have been craving for finally comes into reality, Until that day, the day everything in my life shattered, the day I made up my mind to do anything in order to support my family no matter the consequences, the day my mother wept and I find no one to comfort me, I'm still fifteen years old at the time, equivalent to two years after moving out from the Billionaire castle. My father was diagnosed with Cancer of the Blood ( Leukaemia). That's my first time hearing that word.  To make the matter guiltier, he was in the terminal stage already (stage two),  His condition kept on getting worse . We spent all the money we had just to keep him safe, we were told his time is not much, but my mother refused to hang up on him. In the process, we run out of money, unable to pay for the apartment we are living in. Eventually, we returned to the place and have been praying all my life not to return again.... I made up my mind to help them, and that's why I ended up being a maid for The Parker's family with the ambition that if I managed to enter college and secure a Degree, I will find a better job and earn big.

"Melissa!!" The loud voice snapped me out of my trance, I cringe in fear, I never thought I can be lost in thought to the degree of forgetting about my world.

"Ohhh, you are here" I stammered, still trying to get myself from the sudden shock.

"What are you thinking about?" He is now walking to the couch, stopping abruptly. Scrutinizing my face for some seconds, before sitting down beside me.

"Nothing much, just reminiscing on some certain event" I muttered the first lie that crossed my mind. He just nodded, and brought out his phone. He was now engrossed with his phone, and I'm also engrossed with his face, isn't that funny? 

"Ohhhh, that reminds me" he raised his gaze at me, I looked down abruptly before he could find out that I was staring at him. I can see him smiling from the corner of my eyes.

"What's your deal with Bobby if I may ask?" He murmured, catching me off guard. I look down, lock in my fingers together, searching for the perfect excuse. Why is he asking me that all of a sudden, I thought we are done with that already? Or did he meet with him? Different possibilities driving through my mind. I looked at his Crimson eyes that's now looking at me intently, waiting for my answer. I don't want to tell him the truth and at the same time, the thought of lying to him again never crossed my thoughts.

"Did you Meet him?" I questioned, I think that's a perfect plan to elude his question. He brushed his hand through his perfect blonde hair, adjusting his sitting position. His hands softly grabbed my face, he tilted my head to his direction. Now we are looking at each other,  different thoughts l, different emotions I can't describe started to sprout out on their own. I stared and I felt like I was hypnotised almost immediately. I guessed there is no girl that we wish to lie to while staring at those eyes.

Before I could stop myself, I found out that the words already left my mouth on their own.

"He threatened to fire my Parents if I don't oblige to his request" 

"And that is?" He cooed, his voice sending my head tumbling. 

"Babysitting Him" I answered, immediately regretting it. I don't know how, but it feels like I was compelled by him. He smiled silently, releasing my face. I bite my tongue in frustration. What have I done? If only I could reverse the time. I would have restrained myself from saying anything.

The silence that followed was Ephemeral. 

"You should have told me when I asked you earlier" his voice is bleak and cold. I open my mouth but nothing leaves it.

"I don't want...y....ou guys to be arguing because of me"

"But should at least tell me, am not that careless you know"

I tried fighting back the tears that's already planning to evacuate my eyes. The thought of getting sacked when there is no order source of income for my family won't stop crossing my mind. No matter what happens I will still be in the middle of all this at the end of the day.

"That's because....

His phone suddenly rang, cutting me off. He picked it, gesturing me to wait.

" Who is this?" He asked the person on the other line.

"Melanie" I heard him muttering. But his expression became stoic all of a sudden ,I can't easily read between his face, leaving me in suspense.

"Okay, we're coming right away"  he dropped the phone beside me, now looking at me with an expression that I don't understand. It's very clear that something is wrong. But I heard him saying "Melanie" something happened to her?

"What's it?" I asked anxiously. Waiting for his response.

"Your Dad slumped, and he is been rushed to the hospital" 

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