Maid For Styles

I quietly pack my bags. And constantly think: 'Why me?' This is for punishment? I haven't done anything wrong. Will I continue going to see my therapist, Dr. Mann? Will I get a bit of freedom? I'm not too sure how to react to this. Confusing. I hear a few knocks. "Come in." I say. The door opens and it's the boy. Harry.

"Your mum says dinner is ready." He says in his husky voice.

I nod, and walk out. Harry waits for me, and walks with me. How nice. We walk into the kitchen, and my dad and sister are there. Great. I take my seat, and take one slice of pizza. Cute, how my mom ordered food instead of make it.

"Only one slice, Rosie? Anything on your mind?" My dad asks.

I shake my head, and start eating. My mom looks away and breaths, "Tyler, she's going to be a maid for our new neighbors," as she gestures to Anne, and Harry.

My dad slams his hand on the table with range. "What! You didn't even talk to me about this?! We don't even know these people! You know Rosie is my daughter too!"

"There's nothing to talk about Tyler! It's just a job!" My mom defends.

"Wait, Rosie is still going to live with us, right?" My little sister asks.

"She'll be living across the street from us, Bella." My mom calms my sister but it doesn't help.

"Just stop. All of you. Stop acting like you all of a sudden care about me, cause you couldn't give a shit about me." I practically scream. I get up, and leave. Going back to my room, I feel sad. Dr. Mann said when I feel sad, I should write about my feelings, because hurting yourself doesn't solve anything. He even gave me a notebook, and pen. He's so nice.

I grab the notebook, and pen, and sit at my desk. Wow, well where do we even start.

November 15

I'm completely flustered. I hate everything. I hate my family. I hate the Styles. I hate breathing. I hate life. Today, my mom decided I should be a maid for our new neighbors. The Styles. I hate them. I don't even know how my mom got contact with them, or if the Styles came up and said: "Hey! I need a maid!" Whatever it was, I hate it. What makes it worse, is how all of a sudden my dad is starting to care. He doesn't care about me. He hates the fact I'm depressed. It's funny cause he was depressed as a kid as well. My grandma even told me, he tried committing suicide. How hypocritical is that? I'm just done. My hand is hurting so I'm gonna try to go to sleep.

-Rosie.

I put my headphones in. 'Do I Wanna Know' by Arctic Monkeys comes out. Then I drift into a peaceful sleep.

2:18 am. That's what I read on the clock. I slowly move my muscles and take a deep breath. I get up, and walk down the hall for some water. I get parched easily okay, don't judge. As walking slowly, I realize I'm super hungry. I warm up two slices of pizza, and get a cup of water. After warming up the pizzas, I out ranch on the side. People find it disgusting but I love it.

I eat slowly, then I hear footsteps. Startled, but I see it's just my little sister, Isabella. We call her Bella for short. She's 11, and the most cutest thing ever. I love her so much.

"Rosie you know I care for you right?" She sniffles.

I immediately hug her, and she hugs back. "Of course, Bella. It's just mom and dad."

She looks down, as if hiding something. But I think nothing of it. "Rosie, when will you come back?"

"I don't really know," Which is the truth. I haven't thought of that, to be honest. When I graduate from high school? College? "But don't worry. I'm just across the street." I give her a smile. She smiles back.

"Come on, lets go back to sleep." I say throwing my plate away.

We walk to my room, and we lay down together. Finally going to sleep.

Notes

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