Meeting the Mistress

TWO YEARS LATER

"Mom!" Are you home?" I dragged my luggage upstairs and was about to open my room when a young blonde grinned.

"Wow! The psycho's daughter is back." She rolled her eyes.

"Excuse me? Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" I sneered at her.

"This house belongs to my Dad so I have every right to be here." She held her hands akimbo.

"Right. I was wondering why you look much like my Dad. You're the mistress' daughter... awesome!" I pursed my lips and went ahead to unlock the door.

"That's my room. Get lost!" She stood on my way and I had no option but to yell my father's name.

"Your mother never taught you how to behave in front of your seniors, all she does is snatch other women's husbands. You're just like her...." I booed her.

"Mom! Mom!" She yowled.

A woman in her late thirties or so strode towards us and the little blonde clinged onto her.

"She's just a child, what's your problem?" She caressed her hair. "Go back inside, I'll be with you in a while." She pampered her and the lass left.

"Doesn't look like it, how old is she?" I asked.

"She's only ten.''

"Wow, I never knew a ten-year old child could throw such insults at me. Anyways, where's my Dad?"

"He left two weeks ago on a business trip and he'd probably be back in a months time." She informed.

"Wtf! What did you to my mom? For all I know she was here. Her therapist informed me that she had been out for almost a year now."

"I'm sorry, it's not my position to tell you about her. Talk to your Dad." She snubbed me and left.

"Wait, where's my room. I need to take a bath."

"Next to Sara's room." She said and went downstairs.

I unlocked the door and feelings of nostalgia made me sentimental. All my stuff had been moved to that room and even mom's belongings. My mind went back to two years back and I recalled mom's heartless deeds and Fox. And talking of him, he never kept his promise...no video calls or texts. He forgot all about me and I had to but now that I was back, what will happen if I chance to bump into him? Will he still remember how crazy he'd make me feel back then?

A call from Mabel made me come out of my reverie.

"Hey, I just arrived. Can I see you? We really need to talk."

"Sure thing. I'll text you my address." She said.

I disconnected the call, took off my clothes and dived into the bathing tub. The cold water sent chills down my spine but that's what I needed. I scrubbed the dirt from my body with the sweet shampoo from Aster. After a nice and comfy bath, I slipped into a figure hugging dress and stilettos and took my purse walking out of my room.

My steps might have pissed off Sara because the next thing I knew she was yelling at me.

"Dummy! Can't you walk properly?"

"Once I'm back you'll teach me how to walk 'properly' since you think highly of yourself. Ciao!" I coiled my fingers and stepped high down the staircase.

I couldn't help it but wonder how that little brat was raised. Her speech was vulgar and it was too early for her to behave like a kinky teenager.

"Going somewhere?" The mistress asked me.

"Yeah, I'll be back late or maybe tomorrow. No need to count me in your lame cooking." I said without being remorseful because she didn't deserve my respect. There was no way I could respect a woman who didn't respect herself, she didn't think twice about ruining my mother's life. She seduced my Dad even when she knew he was married.

"I hope we could get along, I..."

"Next to impossible." I didn't let her finish her statement obviously.

"You're going to stay here, aren't you?"

"Yeah but that doesn't mean we have to be nice to each other. You should have stayed away from my Dad before giving birth to that brat who has no manners at all!"

"Enough!" She yelled back at me.

"I won't let you insult me in my..."

"Say it! In your own house, no? This is my parent's house, this is the same place I was born and brought up. Mom and Dad made love on that kitchen counter, on that couch you're sitting on...you have no right to be here!

She was lost for words, she lost the battle and left.

"Come back here, you b*itch!'' I yelped and chuckled at the same time. An old woman grating carrots in the kitchen peered at me sternly and I smirked, "You're just like her, you snitch!"

She looked down as if she had been caught stealing. I sighed heavily and walked out stopping a cab. I hopped in and it pulled away.