“You are such a child, Clara; clean that up,” Damian said as he grabbed Ana and bypassed me.
I looked down at the spilled food as tears washed down my eyes, ‘Where did everything go wrong? Did I do something?’
Chris scoffed in front of me; he walked towards the door, shooting me a mocking glance, stepping on my foot as he passed by.
“See, you are nothing but a servant to my best friend Damian; you might as well leave,” he said before opening the door and stepping out.
‘Don’t worry, I will leave when I recover.’
I went to the kitchen, and with pains all over my body, I picked up raw noodles and began to carefully prepare them.
Finally, some peace,
I boiled water to pour in the noodles as I prepared the other ingredients. I heard light footsteps coming down the steps. Without turning around, I knew who it was.
I heard a spiteful sound behind me,
“This is where you belong, in the kitchen, working as a maid,” she said, but I didn’t reply.
“You know, you have always been my substitute, nothing more but something less. Do you think Damian will love you or feel bad for you when you act pitiful in front of him?”
I heard her walk closer to where I was; she stood beside the stove.