Rylie's P.O.V
Walking up to Chane's house, the weather was stinging cold. It felt like it was burning my skin even through my jacket. It's coming down to the season I hated the most; apart from the cold. It was a season of care and love and family get together. There was a time I loved Christmas, all the presents and love and family and warmth, but that was all ripped away on faithful Christmas Eve.
Ever since that day, Christmas became numb and meaningless, especially because I had no one to celebrate with. My parents had always made Christmas a dream come true, but they weren't around anymore so Christmas is just a regular day for me. Even when it came on to Christmas at my Aunt's house, it was the worst.
I was not allowed to go out and have fun, I was never included in the family activities. I was always an outcast, I always got the scraps from the Christmas dinner. The best present I ever got for Christmas since my parents passed away was an old teddy bear that was donated from the church. All of the money that was provided by the state for me until I became 18 years old, was taken and managed by my aunt and her husband, and I never even got to see or get the benefit of any of that money.
However, the best thing is, now I'm on my own and I'm going back to school and I'm maintaining myself and I don't need them anymore; I never needed them from the start, but now I feel like I'm actually accomplishing something away from their hands and ill treatment.
Walking along the street, these thoughts swirled in my brain and then suddenly I thought. 'Maybe it would be best if I take Chane's job offer after all, because I could use that money to further set myself in society and I wouldn't have to depend on any one, and maybe I could take it as a steady job for the future'.
It was a good idea, and I would be finishing my cooking course very soon, and even though I never majored in business at college, I've only skimmed over it in high school and maintained a perfect GPA in the subject, so I guess that's a good requirement for a part time personal assistant.
All this thinking made me not realize that I have arrived at my destination. I shook my head to get out of my thinking state and decided to focus on what I was doing going forth.
I opened the side gate and stepped into the yard and closed the gate. I turned around and set the lock on the gate for extra protection, because even though I believed I was being paranoid about someone watching me earlier. I still feel that I should observe safety, I mean, it's better to be safe than sorry.
I walked up to the door and unlocked the door, seeing that he didn't set the alarm. I walked inside and placed my bag on the nearest couch beside me.
I then went to the kitchen and pondered on what I should make for Chane's dinner.
Looking over at the cupboard, I noticed a cookbook resting on the bottom shelf. I've never seen this cookbook in this kitchen, much less anywhere.
I picked up the cookbook and looked at it. Upon opening the book, the first thing it said was, 'To my baby. I hope you learn to enjoy the joys of cooking, From: Mommy'. There and then I realized that these were his mother's recipes.
Well this never came at a better time. I made it a point of my duty to sit down and read through the recipe book and came upon a recipe that looked like it would be perfect to make for him. "Baked Stuffed Ravioli" . I placed the cookbook on the table and gathered all of the ingredients that the book instructed me to get.
I then preheat the oven to 350ºF. I cooked the ravioli according to cookbook directions. Meanwhile, I combined the pasta sauce and meatball pieces in a medium saucepan; I then cooked over medium heat for 8 minutes, or until heated through, stirring it occasionally.
I then got a baking dish from the cupboard and sprayed it with cooking spray. I drained the ravioli, then I spread it onto the bottom of the prepared dish. I topped with the spaghetti sauce mixture; sprinkled it with cheese and covered it with aluminum foil. After doing all of the preparations I placed it in the oven and baked for 20 minutes, or until the ravioli mixture was heated through and the cheese melted.
After it was baked I garnished it with basil. I allowed it to cool and then placed a cover over it and put it inside the cupboard oven to keep safe.
After making Chane's dinner, I washed up all the dishes I used. It was very unladylike to use the kitchen and leave it dirty, so I cleaned everything I used and placed everything back into order.
Upon finishing the kitchen, I felt a little tired. Even though I was tired, I didn't want to go to sleep nor did I want to go home yet because I felt safer at Chane's house. I began to roam the house, it was a bit dull not having Chane at home. I wanted to call him and check up on him because he didn't reach out to me after he dropped me off at school. I pulled out my phone and dialed in his number.
I then shook my head and put up my phone, 'He might be busy, maybe that's why he didn't reach out'. I didn't want to bother him or disturb him from his work, so I just thought to myself that I would try to entertain myself.
I walked to the library and looked around, I took down a book and started to read it. Halfway through the book, I got bored and closed the book and put it back in its place. I walked over and looked at the pictures on the wall along the library, each picture I passed, I had to smile. Most of them were Chane as a child or as a teenager, just having fun and playing.
I never stopped to actually look at the photos and admire them, they looked happy and jolly looking. I realized that Chane wasn't the only child of his parents but that was just my assumption based on the pictures. But I think that Chane isn't the family type of guy because he doesn't really talk about his family unless he has to. I don't push him to talk about them either because I believe he would when the time is right.
After looking at the pictures, I got bored again. I looked at the time and realized that it was just a little after 6. I didn't think that Chane would be coming home for now, so I decided to go to the theater room and watch a film.
I entered the room and turned on the lights. I prefer the lights on because of my fear of the dark. After doing that I went over to the room inside the theater room and took out a blanket because I felt cold.
I flipped through the films and decided to watch 'The Notebook', halfway through the movie, my eyelids felt heavy. I gradually began closing my eyes and was engulfed by darkness.