Sorry

He should have just told me that he needs house help or something! I was so damn mad after I did the dishes. I was even sulking when I went back to my room. It’s not the fact that I had to do the chores. I hate it because he seems to have the last cards in everything that I do. And I hate it. I hate it when he’s always the one to have the final say.

It’s not supposed to be like this. I should be annoying the hell out of him until he gets tired of my attitude. But what’s happening is the other way round. I’m hella annoyed!

This shouldn’t be like this. I need to think of ways from now on. Because if this set-up goes on, then I think I would really end up being his slave. Not mentioning what kind of slave though.

I look at the clock. The evening is still not at its peak. I stood up and went outside the room  wondering where his room was. I convinced myself not to be impudent. Even though