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For The Love of a Daughter

~ A Week Off ~

Jake and I arrived at the house twenty minutes late. Mom and Grandpa were giving us suspicious looks, but they didn't ask us questions. Well, before they could even bombard us, Jake already told them that his car broke and he had to fix it that was why we were late.

They seem to believe it since they know that Jake's car was only revived and it was even older than my mom. We helped Mom make dinner and after half an hour it was ready. Jake helped me set up the table. I noticed that he was stealing glances of me whenever he could. It made me smile and giddy inside.

I am not yet sure of what to call ourselves after what happened earlier, but we knew that we had crossed the boundaries of our friendship. What we have right now, it was something more, it was something new and it was something beautiful.

We had dinner and it was really fun since Grandpa was telling us one of his stories again. He used to tell me tales and legends since I was a kid and they seemed so real. He was so good at telling stories that you could easily be into it. With the way he tell us the stories, it was like he was there when it actually happened.

When dinner was done, we watched TV for a while. Mom noticed that it was getting late so he asked Jake to go home already. She told him that it would be dangerous to drive late. God knows Jake could perfectly take care of himself.

I walked him to his car. I waited for him to get inside, but he wasn't going in. It was like he was waiting for something.

"Why aren't you going in yet?" I asked him.

He shook his head and he smiled at me.

"Thank you for coming with me earlier," he said.

"No, thank you for inviting me. It was such a wonderful sight."

"I'm happy you appreciated it."

"So what do you plan? How will you go to work tomorrow?" he asked me in a low voice. I knew he was being careful so Mom couldn't hear.

"I…I still don't know, but I'll figure out. I don't think Mom will be staying here for too long anyway. Maybe she will be here only for a day or too, she has work, and we know how workaholic she is. I think I'll just be taking days off. She can't know what I'm doing, she's going to kill me."

He nodded. I gave him a reassuring smile. He looked at my back, like he was examining if there was someone behind me. When he found no one, he smiled and then he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"Hey!" I yelled at him playfully.

I was blushing and laughing at the same time. He was really crazy; Mom and Grandpa might see us. The both of them were very protective of me. I don't think they would let me hang out with Jake everyday if they knew that there was really something going on between us.

I watched as he entered his car. A smile was still plastered on his face as he started the engine. I waved goodbye to him and he waved back. I watched his car as he sped away in the darkness.

Today started out as a disaster, but it ended up perfectly. Maybe everything would really be perfect if my father would be here with us.

A week later…

A week.

Mom was here for a week and she was just leaving now. I hadn't gone to work since then. Every day, I would be making excuses to Carmen just to have a day off. Tomorrow, if I still hadn't gone to work, they had no choice but to fire me. Thank God Mom was leaving today.

Actually, I enjoyed her stay here. She seemed more open to me. I had tried my luck in asking questions about my father, and by some miracle, she answered. She had been emotional with some parts of her story, but she assured me that she was fine.

For the last week, Mom had told me her whole story with my dad. It was a fairytale at first, but in the end, it didn't have a happy ending. She told me every little detail. And I felt every emotion that she felt during the time that she was telling me their story. I was pretty sure that they were in love, but she told me that my father was afraid of commitment. Their days were filled with love, passion, adventure and as teenagers, curiosity.

When she found out that she was pregnant, she didn't tell him because she thought that he would do nothing with us anyway. She told me that he wasn't that kind of man who would take responsibility at that time. He grew up in a rich life, he got everything that he want, and that made him irresponsible since he always had someone to do things for him.

So when she found out that she was pregnant, she went to Arizona where my Grandma Renee and her husband Phil lives. She accepted her and kept her secret until she died. She died because of heart disease three years ago. God knows how much I miss her. Actually she was more of a friend to me than a grandmother. Sure she would give me long discussions about life, boys, and everything, but she was really sassy, and cool. She the grandmother any girl could wish for.

Anyway, Mom had left a few hours to go, and I was going to work today. My maid uniforms were with Jake for safety. He would be fetching me so I was waiting for him right now. Carmen said that there would be a lot to do since there would be a party in the Cullens in two days. Kylie would be celebrating her birthday. I bet it would be really grand.

Ten minutes later, Jake arrived, apologizing for being late because he had to help Paul and Seth with their bikes. I told him that it was just fine as long as we would arrive at the mansion as soon as possible. And he did drive past. He drove past the speed limit. If Grandpa saw us, I don't think that it would be a great impression.

When we arrived at the mansion. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before saying goodbye. The gates were opened for me by the new butler, William, who was already a bit old, but really nice. I rushed to the maid quarters and then I changed my clothes. Carmen told me that I wouldn't be Esme's personal maid anymore and I was transferred to be Kylie's. I was a bit glad, because maybe I could be closer to my sister.

…

It turned out that being an assistant of a spoiled brat rich girl was really hard. I was too optimistic to think that she was nice. She was acting all bossy for the last four hours and it was driving me crazy. She had changed into a thousand gowns already, but she hadn't chosen what she wanted yet.

And oh, she kept saying these lines to the designers, "Oh, this is all what you've made. My family paid you and all you can do is this?"

I don't think I would still be able to handle her attitude tomorrow. Because tomorrow, we would shopping for her shoes.

Ugh, are we really related?

So, what do you think of Kylie? Don't you just hate her?

A review would be a nice treat for Halloween . :)

Thanks for reading!

-ishi :)