Cry and Shame
That bitch wanted me to clean the house again all because she was going to have people over it wasn't my fault that she was lazy and got a manicure. But no since my father had died she didn't give a damned what happened to me as long as she and her son were kept happy. Fuck that shit she could go to hell for all I cared, the only problem was that I was living under their care without a penny to my name until I turned 18 which granted was only 8 months away but I didn't want to wait only to have to do whatever the whore wanted me to do when she wanted me to do it.
Just before this story begins however I think it's necessary for introduction my name is Helena and I work in my own house for my step-mother and step-brother, Louisa and John, it's how she bides her time until I can inherit everything she makes me clean regularly. Now on with the story yeah so you know how it all went down.
First Person POV-
I had just finished mopping the floors and dusting the sitting room when my step-mothers guests arrived. I started to the door only to be rudely shoved out of the way by my step-mother and told to go to my room and stay there until her guests left, in which I would finish cleaning the house afterwards.
I waited a full three hours for the old drabs to leave it's not like they'd been talking about anything important when they talked at all, they were playing poker and John was out for the night with his jock buddies which meant I had the attic all to myself, without any interruptions.
There came a knocking at my door I groaned with disdain, it was time for me to get back to work on cleaning the house not that I had much left to do just washing the counters and sweeping out the chimney. "Helena get your ass out here and finish up I want this house spick and span by the time I get back from the store with the food in an hour you understand!" came the bitch's voice from the other side of the door.
"I got it Louisa don't worry your pretty little blonde head I'll be finished before you or John gets back he said he'd be home in about a half an hour." I yelled back getting my apron and face mask back on for the fifth time that day.
"Oh really John's going to be home soon my then I really must get going for those groceries he's going to be hungry!" she squealed in that sickly high-pitched way that she does whenever she hears about her son. It made me puke the way she doted over the boy, though I have to admit he seems pretty damned perfect; he has perfect grades 4.0, a basketball player for the school team as well as soccer, he's the best looking boy in school, and he's nice, which you wouldn't expect from someone who grew up with the fucking shrew that had just slammed the door in her rush to get out of the house.
I left my sanctuary and finished up the house a scant 20 minutes after retreating back into the attic which at the time is currently my room at least for the next 8 months. I heard John come home about 15 minutes later or rather I heard his Porsche driving up into the garage and the door opening and closing behind him. Sadly I knew here he was going and it wasn't to his room.
Just as I thought it a knock came at my door again. "Yeah?" I said waiting for it.
"Hey Helena can I come in?" he asked like always. I said sure and went back to the book I was reading lying on my bed waiting for him to sit on the bed next to me.
I felt the bed sink under his weight as he sat down. I put the book on my night stand I knew that he liked me so when his mom wasn't around he'd always come up and talk to me. Not very odd yes but he liked me as more than a sister I knew that too he wanted me in a way that someone blood-related cannot like their sister, luckily for him he wasn't blood-related to me or so he figured but all he'd do is come up and talk with me holding back his feelings and wants. He however didn't know that I knew all of this.
"So how are you today sis?" he asked casually placing his hand by my head and leaning onto the bed along side me.
"I'm good though Louisa worked me to the bone again today how are you?" I replied stifling a giggle at how hard he was working to not give into his temptations.
"I'm okay I really missed talking to you though mom seems to be home a lot lately practice went well too but other than that everything is pretty boring." He replied sounding a little downtrodden.
I decided to just come out with it and ask him how he really felt about me since his mom would be out at least another 20 minutes and I wanted him to finally admit it to me, admit that he liked me so that he could get on with his life. "John, do you like me?" I asked cautiously unsure of how he would take the question.
"Of course I like you you're my sister and we have a lot in common, oh no, wait do you mean, do I like you as more than a friend?" he asked his eyes widening. I nodded, "I-I we-well I-I, um ye-n-ye-yes I do I always have, and I cannot stand how that bitch who calls herself my mother treats you." He said finally spilling what he'd been wanting to say for the past 10 years since he met me at age 8…..