"You what now?" Janet asked, putting emphasis on each word.

I looked at her as I felt her intense gaze on me. She wanted me to repeat what I said so that she could be confirmed if she heard me correctly or not. I thought that repeating what I said would be a bad idea, but either way, she would get angry.

I cleared my throat and looked down at my fidgeting fingers—something I did when nervous—and said, "I got fired."

Again, I looked back up at her and saw a deep frown on her face—the total opposite of the cheerful mood she was in before I ruined it. But her frown didn't stay for long as her gaze on me hardened and she stood up, almost as if her raising hell would actually happen.

"Fired," she said and turned around, no longer facing me, to let out a small laugh—one she did whenever she was trying to cool down, but it never helped... It only added even more to her anger. She turned back around to face me and repeated, "Fired."

I wanted to say, Yes, fired. But I bit my tongue, not wanting to infuriate her anger and instead nodded my head and gulped hard.

"How many times is this going to happen, Chloe!?" she raised her voice, causing me to flinch a tiny bit. "You're eighteen-years-old! What is it that you can't keep a job to have permanently?"

"I-I uh..." I stuttered, not knowing what the hell to say.

I had graduated from high school with a diploma, but not with a scholarship like the rest of my friends had. So, Janet wasn't able to pay for my college fee, meaning that I would have to find a job where I could work to maybe save up some money, while she did the same. But by the looks of it, none of that was working out very well.

"Chloe?" she called out my name, while I zoned out, thinking of what to say so that I didn't have to both say the wrong thing and make her even more pissed.

"Well..." I started, still thinking of the right words to say to her, "Adele said and I quote "I'm sorry, Chloe. It's just that you're not really the best worker around here... I hope you understand this. I just can't have a lazy employee"."

"Lazy employee, huh?" Janet looked at me, her gaze softening. I frowned at her. What the hell?

"Janet...?" I asked, feeling super confused all of a sudden. Whenever she got angry she didn't just soften up on me, she stayed angry until the conversation, or argument, was over... Our argument, whatever this was, was definitely not over. Was it?

"You know, when your mother and I was younger, we used to fight and argue a lot," she said, taking a seat next to me on the couch. She didn't look at me, just straight ahead as she continued, "We shared the same bedroom and I hated it because she kept it so messy! And you know why? Because she was just too lazy..."

I hated it whenever she started talking about my dead mom. Yes, my mother died... How, you might ask? Well, by giving birth to me. And for Janet to be talking about her, it just brought me right back to that same thought I had all the time; I killed her.

"So, you're saying that I have that in common with her? I mean, who knows? I may even have that in common with my dad too," I said and Janet looked at me with a small frown at the mention of my dad.

"Don't bring him into this conversation," she said, fiddling with the hem of her skirt that went with her work attire.

"And don't bring Mom into this conversation," I countered, staring at her with almost hard eyes.

Janet hated talking about my dad, while I hated talking about my mom. She told me a long time ago that my dad loved my mother very much. He cared for her, even when finding out that she was pregnant with me. But when Mom died giving birth to me, he just disappeared.

Janet hated him for that. So did I, but I didn't really pay much thought to him.

"Well, then," she laughed, her whole entire mood changing and I stared at her with wide eyes. She noticed. "What? Is it that weird seeing me in a happy mood?"

"No, not at all," I said and shook my head. "It's just that... you usually stay in a bad mood whenever you're angry and it stays for a while until you finally get over it... What's happening to you?"

"Oh, nothing," she smiled, giving me a playful hit on my left thigh. "It's just that I met someone today."

I've never seen my aunt grin so much in my entire life! It was almost as if my life changed around and everything just started to fit in place.

"Ohhh... And who's this someone?" I asked, grinning, happy that the mood had suddenly changed.

"His name is Alphonso Garcia," she said with a smile, looking lost, almost as if she couldn't stop thinking about him. "I did some research on his name... Did you know that Alphonso means noble and ready, while Garcia means young, or young warrior?"

"Nope, but he sounds pretty hot," I said. It was pretty late, meaning it was time for bed... and I felt pretty tired, but if talking with her in such a happy mood meant that maybe, just maybe I could get away with this 'getting fired' thing, then I would stay up all night to talk with her if she wanted me to.

She looked down at the watch on her wrist. "Oh, look at the time," she said and looked back up at me. "You should go get some sleep."

"Yeah, I should..." I said, cautiously, hoping she'd forgotten about the whole thing. I stood up off the couch and said, "Goodnight, Janet."

"Sweet dreams, hun! We'll start job hunting tomorrow," she smiled at me and I smiled, even though deep down, I wanted to frown. She hadn't forgotten and that only meant that tomorrow, I'd be dealing with hell.

I gulped, "Yeah..."

She waved at me and I turned around to walk away to my room.

As I entered my room, I turned off the TV and got started on my night routine, which consisted of brushing my teeth, taking a shower, changing into my nightwear, and jumping back into my bed with the hope that I won't die of job hunting tomorrow.

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