~ EMILY PARKER ~
"WHAT WAS THE RULE NO 5 MISS PARKER?
"I.....I....I..." I stammered a lot, it felt like the words was stuck in my throat.
"When I asked you not to go to the basement, why did you go there, huh?
WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION WHEN I FUCKING STRICTLY FORBADE YOU FROM ENTERING THE BASEMENT? You'll have to pay for this, Miss Emily."
"I... I...w...." I stammered again, unable to finish my sentence. I was terrified that this psychopath could do anything to me, even murder me. I was just counting the seconds until my death.
"WHAT, HUH? SPEAK UP ALREADY FROM THE MOUTH OF YOURS YOU BLOODY...! He yelled, his voice dripping with anger. He stopped in mid-sentence, scoffed, and turned his head away, holding his temple.
I was regretting the day I went there. I thought.
Two weeks before the present day:
I was on my way to the cafe where I worked. My parents had died, and I was living with my aunt-umm my beautiful aunt, whom I loved more than anything.
We had a small house, and we lived there happily. But with no one to cover our expenses, I decided to get a job to support us. I left university during my first semester when my parents died in an accident. My aunt took me into her home, and we started living together, making the best of our situation.
"Aunt, I'm getting late," I said while putting on my shoes.
I was afraid that if I was late again today, I'd get fired for sure.
"Have some cookies or your milk at least, baby." She said, bringing a breakfast tray to the living area where we ate, as we didn't have enough space for a dining table.
There was just one room, one lounge, and a tiny garden in our house. But I didn't stop to eat because I was getting late.
I caught the bus and headed to the cafe. Thankfully, the manager hadn't arrived yet, so I went straight to the changing area with a relieved sigh, that I had saved from getting fired. I changed my clothes into my cafe uniform.
The cafe was packed. I heard a customer calling me.
"Yes, coming, sir."
"Bring one cappuccino with chocolate brownies," He ordered. I bowed my head slightly with a smile and went toward the kitchen.
"Ugh, his face is so cruel," I thought.
But who cares? Right Seren?
(Well you must be thinking who is Seren? Right ? Seren is my thoughtful companion, with whom I talk everytime.)
My coworkers were busy with their tasks, so I wasn't alone in my duties.
After a little while, I returned with the order.
"Here is your cappuccino with chocolate brownies, sir." After giving him his order with a smile, I was about to leave when I heard him shouting.
"WHAT THE HELL IS FUCKING THIS?!" I turned around sharply at the sound of his voice, I was scared, scared to death.
"W... what happened, sir?" I asked, trembling with fear. It was hard to believe that something could be wrong with my cappuccino-it was famous throughout the city. I bet for this.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL COFFEE, HUH?" He threw the coffee onto the floor. I clutched my hands together in fear, looking at him with wide, scared eyes.
"I... I... I'm s... sorry, sir. I'll bring you another one," I stammered.
"YOU... YOU BLOODY BITCH! YOU THINK MY TIME IS WORTHLESS? I'VE WASTED MY FUCKING FIFTEEN MINUTES HERE, AND NOW YOU WANT TO BRING ME ANOTHER ONE?!" He shouted at me again. Everyone in the cafe was watching us.
"P... please mind your language, sir," I finally managed to say, gathering the courage to speak up because I never liked someone talking to me like that.
I saw his rage intensify. "Now this bitch is telling me how to talk, huh?!" Tears welled up in my eyes just as I saw my manager arrive.
"God,
The manager.
I'm doomed.
Damn it."
"What happened, Emily?" The manager asked. I was too scared to speak, but before I could say anything, the cruel man interjected.
"Teach your staff some manners, manager." The manager looked at him in shock and then said,
"S... sir, what happened? Ah, I'm sorry for whatever she's done. I'll punish her for this." He glared at me, and I looked back at him with teary eyes.
"Fire her," the cruel old man said.
I shifted my gaze toward the man, wide-eyed, because he was the manager's lender.
"Why?
But why?
What did I do, huh?" (I thought)
"You're fired, Emily," the manager said.
"What? But sir, I didn't do anything. He..." I pointed toward the man, but the manager stopped me from saying anything further.
Tears streamed down my face as I looked back at the manager with a helpless expression. I went inside, grabbed my things, and left.
This was the worst day of my life.
"Agh, what did I do, God?" I thought, sitting on the edge of the garden boundary.
Congratulations, Ems. You're jobless now. Where will you find a job to pay off your debt that's almost as high as a mountain, huh?"
"Agh, damn it."
I went back to my house after wandering and spending some time outside because I couldn't bring myself to tell my pretty aunt that I was jobless now, hehehe.
"Welcome home, sweetie," she said.
"Thank you, Aunt."
"Come and have dinner. I made your favorite sushi and chicken."
"Coming, Aunt." I tried my best to hide my stress from her because I couldn't let her worry about me unnecessarily.
After dinner, I went to my room to rest as I was tired AF, but I didn't feel like sleeping. I lay on my bed, scrolling through my phone, when I saw an ad for a home tutor job. I quickly dialed the number, and after a few rings, the call was answered.
"Hello," I said after clearing my throat.
"Hello, how can I help you, ma'am?" a sweet voice replied from the other side.
"Umm, actually, I saw an ad for home tutor. Is it available?" I asked.
"Yes, would you like to join?" I smiled broadly , excitement surged through me at the lady's answer.
"Umm, yeah, of course! Why not?"
"Come tomorrow at 9."
"Okay, I'll be there."
"Thank you." With that, I hung up the call and went to sleep because I had to wake up early for the interview.
The next day, on my way to the interview, I was walking through a street when I got into a minor accident with a car. I fell to the ground, and my leg got hurt, leaving a bruise.
"Agh, not now, man!
WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?"
I was shouting angrily, not believing how unlucky I was.
"Aghh, God, it's burning," I muttered, rubbing my leg. Just then, a tall, handsome young man came and stood in front of me, blocking the sun that was shining directly on my pretty head.
I looked up at him with squinted eyes, then he kneeled down to my level, resting one hand on his knee. He looked into my ocean-blue eyes, while I glared at him with piercing, angry eyes.
"ARE YOU BLIND, HUH? WHAT'S THE POINT OF HAVING THOSE BROWN EYES IF YOU CAN'T SEE A PRETTY GIRL WALKING? RECKLESS, PATHETIC," I snapped, rolling my eyes.
Then, I looked down at my jeans, which had torn a little near my knee, with some blood seeping through.
"Come with me, I'll pay for this," he said in a deep voice, but I ignored him. Is this what millionaires, no, billionaires do when they hurt someone? Instead of apologizing or feeling guilty, he offered me money? Does he think I'm a gold digger? How heartless he is.
I brushed off my hands and stood up to leave, saying roughly, "No need for that, I'm not a gold digger."
As I did, he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him until our faces were just inches apart. My heart raced as I looked into his deep brown eyes.
"What's with the attitude when I said I'd pay for this?" he asked, looking directly into my eyes.
"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU PERVERT!" I shouted, kicking him in his most sensitive area, which made him groan. Then I ran away.
"Ugh, that bloody bastard. Thank you, God, for saving me."
I ruined my clothes and couldn't go to the interview like this, so I called to inform them I couldn't make it today and explained the whole story.
Well, the day passed, and I got back home and spent some quality time with my pretty aunt Suzy.
The next morning, I woke up at 7 and went to the washroom. After doing my morning routine and some exercise, I got ready for the interview.
After breakfast, I headed to the bus station. I got on the bus, put on my headphones, and started listening to "Who" by Jimin.
"We never met, but she's all I see at night
Never met, but she's always on my mind
Wanna give her the world and so much more
Who is my heart waiting for?
If every day I think about her
Yeah, every day of my life
Then tell me why I haven't found her
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?...."
"Agh, this song is something."
After a while, I reached the mansion. My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped as I took in the beautiful, huge mansion.
"Woah, is this for real?
Yes Ems (Seren)
Am I in heaven,
No Ems (Seren)
huhh?
Don't tell me I'm going to work here.
Well, you haven't gotten the job yet Ems, hehehe. (Seren)
Come back to reality, Ems. (Seren)
Ok ok, Seren
I walked through the giant garden, which was decorated fucking beautifully, and entered the grand hall.
"Hello, so you must be Miss Parker?" My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the familiar voice of the lady I spoke to on the phone.
"Umm Y...yes, Emily parker, you can call me Ems, " I replied hesitantly.
"Come this way," she said, leading me inside.
After the meeting ended, she handed me a paper and asked me to read it.
I read it, and she said, "These are some rules written here, and you must obey them, okay?"
1. You will teach the child for four hours daily, with a 30-minute break between each hour to ensure effective learning and focus.
2. During your teaching hours, maintain complete focus on your student. Avoid contact with any other household members; they are all here for their own responsibilities, as you are for yours.
3. Use clear, standard language suitable for a child. Avoid any slang to ensure the child's comprehension and to promote respectful communication.
4. You are not permitted to bring in any items from outside, such as snacks, chocolates, drinks, or toys. All necessary materials will be provided within the mansion.
5. Arrive on time each day and give your full attention to the child during teaching hours to make each lesson as productive as possible.
I nodded my head and left, feeling happy that I finally got the job, with a salary package of $5,000 per month. Oh my God. I can't believe I'm going to be rich.
After reaching my house I hugged my aunt as I had missed her so much. We played and enjoyed our time together, and I told her all about my day. I really love her so much because she's my biggest supporter and my everything.
I was tired AF, so I went to bed early, knowing that I had to wake up again the next morning for my first day at the new job.
The next morning, I woke up at 8 AM, not in any rush since I had to be at work by 11. After getting ready, I chose an beige shirt, paired it with white pants and white shoes. My hair was tied back in a ponytail, keeping things simple.
When I reached the mansion, Jessica, the woman from the day before, was waiting for me. She walked me through the house and gave me the rundown on everything I needed to know about the kid I'd be teaching. My excitement grew as I prepared to meet him.
"I sat in the living room on the couch, waiting for the kid. I let my eyes wander around the room, mesmerized by its decor."
The person who made this place so beautiful must be a wonderful human being, I thought.
Just then, my gaze fell on a little boy, around 6 or 7, coming downstairs. Jessica guided him towards me. I stood up and smiled, but the kid didn't acknowledge me or greet me. I pressed my lips into a thin line. Jessica then said,
'This is your student from now on, Emily. He's not school-going yet, but you have to teach him well. You have found the rest of the details in the rules.'
I nodded, and after Jessica left, I watched the kid as he opened his bag and began taking out his books.
'Um, hello, baby,' I said, looking down at him, though his gaze remained lowered.
He didn't respond."
"You know, baby, when we meet other people, we should greet them," I said.
"Only those we're interested in," he replied.
I raised an eyebrow. "You're not interested in me?" He glared at me, and I hesitated.
Ufff Why does this kid give me looks like an adult?
"I... I mean, baby, I'm your new tutor. You need to open up with me."
He didn't respond further and opened his notebook.
Well, this kid was fucking handsome and adorable.
Those eyes,
those lips,
that little nose—
he was the cutest thing I had ever seen. I had to remind myself to stay focused.
"Come on, Ems, he's just a kid," (Seren)
I then extended my hand towards him, introducing myself again, "I'm Emily Parker, but you can call me Ems. I'm your new tutor as you know already. Can we be friends?"
Still, no response. I pulled out a chocolate bar from my bag, hoping to coax a smile out of him. He glanced at the chocolate and then back at me with those big, doe-like eyes. Something about his gaze, I felt familiar, but I ignored it.
"I can't take anything from anyone, didn't you read the rules Emily parker?," he finally said, his voice small and unsure.
"Umm baby I read, and I'm not just anyone. I'm your tutor, and your father or mother hired me to take care of you, to teach you. You can trust me." I smiled, trying to reassure him, but he just shook his head and returned to his notebook, ignoring the chocolate.
"This little kid is really something else," I thought. "Not like any of the other children I've ever looked after." I took a sigh, then put the chocolate back in my bag.
"Can I at least know your name?" I asked, trying not to let my frustration show. I was determined not to give up easily as I'm Ems.
"You are here to teach me Emily parker not to get to know my name."
I looked at him impressed, God you made such a smart kid,
Baby it just a name , what name will i use to call you to make you understand the topic if I don't know your name hmm?
You are so talkative, well I'm Sam Wilson," he muttered, still avoiding eye contact.
"Huh? Really talkative? And am I that much looking ugly huh that he didn't bother to look at me?"
"Aww, my baby, that's such a cute name-just like you!" I said, exaggerating a pout to make him laugh. But he remained stone-faced.
I observed that this little kiddo was pretty introvert he didn't even smile then I tried to make him laugh.
Why is he so stubborn? It's not like that I talked to him harshly , I calmy asked but he didn't reply, I thought, feeling a mix of frustration and sympathy.
Ok tell me what is your favorite subject?
still no response, ughh, why didn't anything here so I could break my head with that, I decided to give him some space.
"Okay, Ems, have some patience.
This is your job,"
I reminded myself, though the thought of finding another job crossed my mind. But I genuinely loved kids to teach, and that's why I chose this.
Where is his mom huh?
Why people birth these beautiful kids when they couldn't handle huh, I'm sure his parents made him like this.
Almost two hours went by teaching him, but our understanding was not that strong. He just answered my questions and sometimes nodded at my explanations.
During the break, I stood up because I was feeling hungry, and my stomach was growling badly. I decided to leave Sam for a bit and headed down to the kitchen, where I found a few maids cooking.
"Excuse me, can I ask you something?" I said to one of the maids named Mary.
"Of course, ma'am. Anything," she replied with a gentle smile.
Please call me Emily, I said with a smile, And She nodded .
"I've tried everything to get through to Sam, but he's not responding. Is he usually like this?"
Mary nodded. "Yes, Emily, he's always been like that. He's very introverted and doesn't get along with anyone other than his father."
"Not even with his mother?" I asked, surprised.
"He doesn't have a mother. But please, don't ever bring that up with him," Mary replied, her tone serious.
"Umm but Where is his mother?" I asked, but Mary shook her head.
"We're not allowed to discuss that, Emily. I'm sorry."
I said nothing just nodded my head in confusion that why could not I ask then I felt a pang of regret as I recalled my earlier words in Sam's room, "Where is his mom? Why do people have kids if they can't handle them?" I had said it in frustration, not realizing the weight of those words.
I shut my eyes in regret then I asked Mary if I could make a strawberry cake for Sam. But she gently refused, explaining,
"I can't Emily, we were stricktly instructed that only we can make food for Sam, no one else,"
I took a deep sigh.
"Okay, then could you please make a strawberry cake for him?" I asked, handing her my recipe.
She nodded, and after an hour, the cake was ready. Mary brought it up to Sam, who was now engrossed in a video about astronomy on his iPad as it was his gap
I was impressed-he was only six years old, yet he was watching something so sophisticated.
I offered him the cake, but he shook his head again, saying, "I don't like cakes," without even looking at it. This little brat was really getting under my skin, but I couldn't help but feel more drawn to him.
Just then, my phone rang-it was my aunt, Suzy.
"Ems." Her tone was urgent, and my heart sank as she spoke.
"Aunt, what happened?" I asked, worry creeping into my voice.
Her words made my eyes widen in shock. I quickly stood up and informed Jessica, "Jessica, I have an emergency. Can you please take care of Sam today? I promise I'll sort out my routine from tomorrow."
Jessica smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, Emily. I'll handle it."
I managed a worried smile in return and rushed out of the mansion without wasting a second.
When I reached home, I found several men, clearly from some mafia group, sitting in the lounge. Their appearance was intimidating, and I immediately felt the tension in the room.
My aunt stood there, visibly trembling with fear. I ran to her side, holding her hand while glaring at the men. One of them pulled out a paper and handed it to my aunt. Her hands shook as she took it and began reading.
My eyes widened in shock as I read over her shoulder-we owed them $100 million.
"But why?
why do we have to pay this much?
We don't owe that much!" I exclaimed, my voice rising with panic.
"Your debt was $20 million that Suzy borrowed from our boss. It's grown to $50 million with interest. And the rest? Your Bastard, drunkard husband borrowed that," the man said, looking at my aunt.
My blood boiled at the mention of my uncle. "How can I believe that?" I demanded, though deep down, I knew it was likely true. I knew that was a useless question I asked because I could expect this from him,
The man showed us video proof and documents, all pointing to my uncle's betrayal. He had borrowed $50 million and put it all on my aunt's shoulders.
My mind raced as I tried to make him understand. "Please, give me some time. I'll pay you back."
"How much time do you need?" he asked with a mocking tone.
"A...a month," I replied, hesitantly.
He laughed sarcastically. "Are you crazy? I'm not risking my neck with my boss."
He then warned, "I'll be back tomorrow, and I won't give you another chance. You need to pay up or vacate the house. Remember that, girl. If that doesn't happen too, then you'll have to pay the price by giving up your pretty beautiful body sweetheart, he came closer to me and said weirdly with patted my cheek.
With that, they left. I quickly shut the door and turned to my aunt, who collapsed onto the couch, started sobbing.
"I've ruined your life, Ems. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this," she cried, her voice breaking.
Seeing her like this broke my heart. I knelt beside her, holding her hands, trying to calm her down. "Shhh, Aunt, please don't cry. I can't bear to see you like this," I said, trying to soothe her.
"No, Ems, it's all my fault. You've suffered so much because of me," she continued to sob.
"You didn't do anything, you gave me the beautiful life , now stop crying I'll find a solution, see i got a job I'll save money and pay him back .
I tried to calm her down and made her towards bed.
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Ahh Ems such a cutie , and what about Sam and the devil? Well you will get to know soon about our dear devil, hehehe
Ah I forgot to say something for our dearly Seren, well She is a cutest too, isn't she?
How was the first episode sweethearts ?
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Love from Ann 🤌 ❤️