Chapter 8: Betitled

"This is what happens when you get trailer trash to do a respectable job. Mom would have been up way before this, at the crack of dawn, running everything in tip top shape and making sure everything was perfect,” Lesly said with a voice in annoyance.

Eion perks up at the sound of his aunt's voice. Clayton glances at me as we're just standing in the hallway. He had slowed down beside me. I was bracing myself for it, shifting Eion from one arm to another.

I was working as hard as I could, around the clock. I didn't know what else to do. I have been going to bed late and waking up early before Eion to complete my morning rounds after which I headed back for him most mornings when he woke up and checked my laptop for some emails. This morning was just an exception because of the rain and well... Oishin.

Lesly has never liked me and she intended to make sure everyone else didn't as well. She ignores me when Oishin sn't around, like I was not worth looking at and when he was, just the bare,