Silent Servant Chapter 1
Contains: love, tragedy, suspense, JUST READ IT YOU WILL LOVE IT! Didn't want to make it too long in case you didn't like it.
Chapter One
Dear journal,
Grandma Sue has collapsed yesterday, the doctor says because her body was exhausted and couldn't take working anymore. So now she will have to stay in the hospital until she gets better; but Grandma Sue refuses to lie in bed because she wants to work. Grandma Sue has been working for a rich family for many years now; maybe for about 27 years now. That was way before I was born. The Doctors say the money for the surgery that will be performed on her in a month or so, will cost roughly about 4,000 dollars.
So now the only thing I can do is try to find a job that has good pay. This will be hard work but it is worth it. Mom came over to the hospital and paid Grandma a visit; I didn't talk to her but she made grandma happy (and that is something grandma sue hasn't been doing for a while). I didn't ask about Dad and how he was doing because I didn't care, after what he did to me and my mother. I don't want to talk about it now because that will only trail on bad memories.
Anyway Grandma Sue keeps telling me to go to school, or find a job so I wouldn't have to spend a lot of time in the hospital.
"Kids aren't meant to be stuck in a small room with their grandmothers, there meant to be outside playing with their friends."She told me one day.
I Love my grandmother more than anyone in this world. Though most boys don't really love their grandma's the way I do.
So tomorrow I'm going to find a job and pay for grandma's surgery little by little. So far I have 200 dollars saved up from my previous jobs before, that I had other plans for but now it seems I have to put those plans aside and be a man. A man that my father never was upon the family and a responsible person my mother was never once before.
One day when I start a family and have many children with my wife, I will be loyal to her and to my children and grandchildren. I will be a respected man and husband and father. I can't wait till that day, that day that I will spite my father. Well my Grandmother is sleeping so now I am going to find a job.
Chapter Two
Dear Journal,
So far I haven't found a job yet, I've been searching for 2 and a half hours and I am blank. Most of the jobs offered are bad for me. Some I have to be 18 or older in order to work in a club and I'm too young for most of those jobs. So I asked a woman for a job that is good for my age area and isn't too late.
"Well, you could work in the local fish market" she offered. There was no way I was going to work in a fish market, not where it smells and blood is splattered everywhere.
"How much does that pay Ma'am?" I asked her; praying that there might still be hope in the offering.
"Maybe around 12- 20 dollars a week" she smiled trying to sound convincing. I enjoyed her courage of working at a fish market but I didn't want to end up like her, smelling like fish and having blood stains on my clothes and wearing big boots.
"Thank you, but no thanks." So off I went leaving her there frustrated about my choice of matter.
I walked a couple of blocks down and thought about jobs that were off limits. Jobs like working in a bar or a club, and selling stuff on the streets, and et cetera. I could work in places like a bookstore, library, babysitter, or maybe even tutor. The thoughts in my head soon sizzled away when it was interrupted by a shove.
"Excuse me" a tall lean man with dark shades and a long black trench coat worn that made it look like a body armor suit.
"I'm sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm terribly sorry -" I was cut off immediately. The man looked at me as I was some type of precious gold piece that he has been missing for years and that he had finally found.
"How much will it be?" he asked me. What was he talking about? How much will what be?
"What?" I asked in return.
"You do work here don't you?" He smiled at me, almost joyful.
Then that was when it hit me that I had been walking to the bad side of town (unknowingly), and I was standing in front of a club for men. Did he think I was free? Did he think I was a dancer or something?
"No, I don't. What do you take me for, a stripper or something?" I was feeling very frustrated at that moment, a man that I didn't know coming up to me and asking me 'how much will it be?' Like I'm some type of toy they can play with.
"Well, you would look good with a dress on and heels" the man laughed; now taking off his shades. They revealed two beautiful aqua- greenish eye colors; the more I stared into them the more I feel sadness filled inside them like someone trying to come out and be free.
"Shut up, Pervert. Now if you don't mind I have to go visit my sick grandmother." I didn't know why I just told a stranger that, but for some reason this guy looked like he would listen and he did.
"You have a Sick grandmother?"
"Yes, Grandma Sue is terribly ill."
"So it is true, Grandma Sue really is ill. I didn't want to believe it. Where is she now?" His eyes became dense and bloodshot. How did he know my grandmother? Are they old friends? Related? Cousins?
"She's in the hospital, Special Hospital for Surgeries." I sighed. Just mentioning the hospital she made me shiver to the bone.
"Take me there. Come on, hop in my car." He commanded. I hesitated at first watching him walk to his car and opening it and welcoming me. Could this guy really be trusted? What if he was a murderer or rapist?
"Should I?"
"Just get in will ya?" I got in his car sliding in slowly, the smell of his cologne got stronger but it smelled better and clearer. The engine roared to life and in no minute we were on the road. The way he was staring at my thighs made me a bit uncomfortable, and sweaty. For some reason my mouth couldn't get the courage to say anything. The feeling in the car was awkward and then at the same time peaceful. I turned to the window and huffed out a puff of heat and traced my name over the heat. He placed his hands on my knees and tapped it gently saying:
"I know how you feel about your grandmother and all"
I wanted to say no, he doesn't know how I feel but once again I just couldn't speak, almost as if my words were glued together.
~~~~~To BE CONTINUED~~~~~~
Dear journal,
Grandma Sue has collapsed yesterday, the doctor says because her body was exhausted and couldn't take working anymore. So now she will have to stay in the hospital until she gets better; but Grandma Sue refuses to lie in bed because she wants to work. Grandma Sue has been working for a rich family for many years now; maybe for about 27 years now. That was way before I was born. The Doctors say the money for the surgery that will be performed on her in a month or so, will cost roughly about 4,000 dollars.
So now the only thing I can do is try to find a job that has good pay. This will be hard work but it is worth it. Mom came over to the hospital and paid Grandma a visit; I didn't talk to her but she made grandma happy (and that is something grandma sue hasn't been doing for a while). I didn't ask about Dad and how he was doing because I didn't care, after what he did to me and my mother. I don't want to talk about it now because that will only trail on bad memories.
Anyway Grandma Sue keeps telling me to go to school, or find a job so I wouldn't have to spend a lot of time in the hospital.
"Kids aren't meant to be stuck in a small room with their grandmothers, there meant to be outside playing with their friends."She told me one day.
I Love my grandmother more than anyone in this world. Though most boys don't really love their grandma's the way I do.
So tomorrow I'm going to find a job and pay for grandma's surgery little by little. So far I have 200 dollars saved up from my previous jobs before, that I had other plans for but now it seems I have to put those plans aside and be a man. A man that my father never was upon the family and a responsible person my mother was never once before.
One day when I start a family and have many children with my wife, I will be loyal to her and to my children and grandchildren. I will be a respected man and husband and father. I can't wait till that day, that day that I will spite my father. Well my Grandmother is sleeping so now I am going to find a job.
Chapter Two
Dear Journal,
So far I haven't found a job yet, I've been searching for 2 and a half hours and I am blank. Most of the jobs offered are bad for me. Some I have to be 18 or older in order to work in a club and I'm too young for most of those jobs. So I asked a woman for a job that is good for my age area and isn't too late.
"Well, you could work in the local fish market" she offered. There was no way I was going to work in a fish market, not where it smells and blood is splattered everywhere.
"How much does that pay Ma'am?" I asked her; praying that there might still be hope in the offering.
"Maybe around 12- 20 dollars a week" she smiled trying to sound convincing. I enjoyed her courage of working at a fish market but I didn't want to end up like her, smelling like fish and having blood stains on my clothes and wearing big boots.
"Thank you, but no thanks." So off I went leaving her there frustrated about my choice of matter.
I walked a couple of blocks down and thought about jobs that were off limits. Jobs like working in a bar or a club, and selling stuff on the streets, and et cetera. I could work in places like a bookstore, library, babysitter, or maybe even tutor. The thoughts in my head soon sizzled away when it was interrupted by a shove.
"Excuse me" a tall lean man with dark shades and a long black trench coat worn that made it look like a body armor suit.
"I'm sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm terribly sorry -" I was cut off immediately. The man looked at me as I was some type of precious gold piece that he has been missing for years and that he had finally found.
"How much will it be?" he asked me. What was he talking about? How much will what be?
"What?" I asked in return.
"You do work here don't you?" He smiled at me, almost joyful.
Then that was when it hit me that I had been walking to the bad side of town (unknowingly), and I was standing in front of a club for men. Did he think I was free? Did he think I was a dancer or something?
"No, I don't. What do you take me for, a stripper or something?" I was feeling very frustrated at that moment, a man that I didn't know coming up to me and asking me 'how much will it be?' Like I'm some type of toy they can play with.
"Well, you would look good with a dress on and heels" the man laughed; now taking off his shades. They revealed two beautiful aqua- greenish eye colors; the more I stared into them the more I feel sadness filled inside them like someone trying to come out and be free.
"Shut up, Pervert. Now if you don't mind I have to go visit my sick grandmother." I didn't know why I just told a stranger that, but for some reason this guy looked like he would listen and he did.
"You have a Sick grandmother?"
"Yes, Grandma Sue is terribly ill."
"So it is true, Grandma Sue really is ill. I didn't want to believe it. Where is she now?" His eyes became dense and bloodshot. How did he know my grandmother? Are they old friends? Related? Cousins?
"She's in the hospital, Special Hospital for Surgeries." I sighed. Just mentioning the hospital she made me shiver to the bone.
"Take me there. Come on, hop in my car." He commanded. I hesitated at first watching him walk to his car and opening it and welcoming me. Could this guy really be trusted? What if he was a murderer or rapist?
"Should I?"
"Just get in will ya?" I got in his car sliding in slowly, the smell of his cologne got stronger but it smelled better and clearer. The engine roared to life and in no minute we were on the road. The way he was staring at my thighs made me a bit uncomfortable, and sweaty. For some reason my mouth couldn't get the courage to say anything. The feeling in the car was awkward and then at the same time peaceful. I turned to the window and huffed out a puff of heat and traced my name over the heat. He placed his hands on my knees and tapped it gently saying:
"I know how you feel about your grandmother and all"
I wanted to say no, he doesn't know how I feel but once again I just couldn't speak, almost as if my words were glued together.
~~~~~To BE CONTINUED~~~~~~
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