Three: Well I’m the owner
1462 Words
The amount of glares, petty remarks and mockery Ivet had kindly gifted the woman housing and feeding her in the last hours had been quite a lot.
Ivet was in a bad mood but that definitely wasn’t the only reason why, like she needed one in the first place.
Her day started out like this:
It was the first wonderful sleep she had ever experienced in all her years. A comfy bed wait, wait, with clean soft sheets—a real bed for that matter talk about living the life, best years.
The sleep and atmosphere, fantastic no complaints at all.
Right after waking up in that luxurious haven she made her way downstairs, for what? Food obviously why else would a person go downstairs.
Downstairs waiting for breakfast or expecting it at the very least and hoping it would be some what peaceful, was a dream scattered before development.
No other human being scattered it then the woman herself—yes Ivet still didn’t know her name.
Ivet expected to see her a bit of a sleepy or tired mess it was the morning after all. No—the heavens did not allow it one bit.
She was seated at one the chair fully dressed in black pants and of course black a shirt drinking coffee.
It would have be wonderful if she hadn’t spoken at all once she noticed Ivet but apparently hell really was just being hell and making her life wretched.
Settling her cup of coffee down she stood then walked over to Ivet. Sure that wasn’t enough to ruin a person’s day and dreams and it wasn’t until she spoke;
“Those six boxes have books, shelf them.”
That said she walked back to her coffee completely ignoring her existence all together.
Ivet was stunned.
What did she expect a hug, certainly not—definitely not in her world. But a little ‘how did you sleep’ or ‘are you okay’ would have been highly under appreciated considering she was body slammed yesterday but it was appreciation nonetheless.
And of course breakfast, be it that bitter cup of coffee. It was definitely bitter she did not need to taste it to know because if it was sweet, the remedies weren’t working on the woman.
It lacked stuff, a lot.
Namely hospitality, a social life or human interaction reduced to a bare minimal.
Once Ivet had recovered herself from those little devilish voices in her head she made herself a quick breakfast, she painfully had to devour beside the witch.
Then off to work.
That lead her were she was now, glaring at her boss as she was knelt down beside the second book unpacking some books.
Her boss had her feet on the table crossed peacefully humming as she read the newspaper. It looked relaxing, scratch that she knew it was given this heat—yet she was stacking books sweating like an open faucet.
“Look at her just doing nothing, wasting so much oxygen.” Ivet murmured clenching her fist.
Tossing the book back into the box she stood, she had it about enough with this boss being—bossy.
Slamming her knuckles against the wooden she glared at the woman, not only because she was angry but the damn thing didn’t flinch.
And that slam, it hurt like a b***h but she just had to suck it up, her own idea anyway.
“You could help you know!” she growled beating the urge to pull her hand to comfort the fading pain.
“I know.” she plainly agreed flipping a page not spearing Ivet a glance.
“Then help woman!”
A sigh later, the newspaper was tossed aside and the furious Ivet was blessed with a tired glare.
“You calling me woman is very annoying.”
“I called you that twice.” Ivet scoffed.
“Your thoughts though—you have murdered me so many times and you still call me woman.”
Lips pursed Ivet questionably stared at the woman. Thoughts? What did she think she was, a fricking vampire—that definitely didn’t exist.
That aside she did kill the woman a lot just not enough to actually do the wishful trick.
“I wouldn’t if I knew your name.”
“Then why not ask?”
She would have if at all it was as simple as she made it look. Ivet wondered if she knew how difficult it is to just stare at her, what more holding a conversation.
“Why didn’t you introduce yourself?” Ivet questioned giving her glare in defence.
She sighed, “It’s Liann.”
“How old are you Liann?”
Did she purposely use her name in an annoying tone to make the woman regret telling, yep she did. Did she actually want to know her age, hell yeah.
And Liann knew. Picking up the news paper she shook her head—she wasn’t playing this game.
“You are over doing it.”
“Liann why won’t you help?” Ivet pouted batting her eyelashes.
A groan from Liann and she was back burying her nose in newspaper.
“Well I’m the boss.” she mumbled before Ivet’s existence was yet side lined, which Ivet with one thing—work again.
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She definitely didn’t enjoy this Boss Liann’s sudden wants that left her walking back from a closed market at eight in the evening.
It was fine, all was fine until Liann’s friend walked in. Don’t get Ivet wrong Liann having friends was nice considering the woman smiled and talked more, but did she have to walk in when Ivet was resting after unpacking six boxes alone and was most definitely hungry.
Apparently
Why? Because she was third wheeling and did Liann enjoy Ivet listening in, even if she only caught one word before the woman shushed her friend then made her way to Ivet.
Holding out cash she spoke:
“Go buy vegetables.”
First time in a while Ivet thought and processed her thoughts before speaking. Looking out then window then at the money then the woman she furrowed her eyebrows.
“From the market?” a slight head nod from Liann she took a quick glance over at the wall clock.
“At 8 pm?” she asked again.
Just as Ivet, Liann glanced over at the watch. “It’s 7:58.” she said as though Ivet didn’t see—which by the way was basically the same.
“That’s still the same!”
Shoving the money in her hand Liann glared, hard. “Go buy.” and she wasn’t asking, her walking away clearly stated ‘this isn’t up for discussion’.
She had no choice but not well walk out the door going to buy vegetables at night, though she didn’t actually go to the market per se.
Sure she went in that direction but just walked around and maybe stole things.
Old habits die hard.
That is how she passed time anyway and she hoped it was enough for the two back at home.
Home, such a weird to say for Ivet really but it wasn’t exactly a lie she did have that.
Kicking a rock off the sidewalk Ivet shook her head as the building came into view. “Like I am afraid of her, she thinks she’s all that.” ranting she scoffed.
“Just because she had a friend over.”
A couple of rants later she was opening the door and welcoming herself in. Not even being able to close the door she felt a hard punch in her gut.
She didn’t drop on the ground like a sack of potatoes because she couldn’t take a punch but she was definitely unprepared and she definitely couldn’t, like at—given the force too, it hurt more than a small sting—bulldozer level.
“Why me!” she coughed hugging her stomach.
Lights flickered on instantly and this time it wasn’t Liann but her friend she saw earlier.
“I thought you were a thief.” she explained helping Ivet sit upright, better then laying on the floor.
This time she wasn’t going to shout because I am well because she believed Liann’s friend whole punch the soul out of her again.
“It’s okay, I know you are sorry.”
No words of confirmation at all, no ‘yeah sorry’ or at least a lie rather a quiet chuckle.
Patting her on the shoulder she stood. “Sleep well.” off she went, that little b***h wasn’t even sorry in the slightest.
“Am I the human punching bag?”
What was with people and telling her to sleep well after they brutality assaulted her.
- Writer
