Written by @ChasteBeauty_

http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1sqk0bq

[[“Rise and shine Claire get your shit together and move your ass.” || These are the words I said to myself when the alarm on my phone went off over an hour ago. Now I’m dressed and in the process of pulling my hair into a messy ponytail just to keep it out of my face. I’m dreading going to work and having to do actual physical labor. Does not seem as if I’ll be able to fake as if I’m doing shit or con someone else to do the work for me. The house is quiet which is good. Everyone is already gone off to work for the day I guess. I check myself out in the mirror and roll my eyes. I look a fucking mess. I can’t remember the last time I got my eyebrows done. I’m growing a fucking unibrow between my eyes. My nails are chipped and different lengths too. I will not even think about my feet. Fuck… I could do my own mani and pedi but I’m being stubborn. I want to be taken care of like in Texas. I got used to the good life there. Snorting I turn away from the mirror and walk down the hallway to the kitchen. I’m starving but don’t have time to figure out what to eat so I open the refrigerator and pull out a yogurt. I figure I can eat that while I walk to the corner market. No point in me driving and wasting my gas to drive around the damn corner. As I step out of the house, I close the door behind me and peel off the foil cover that is on the yogurt container. Thank fuck I remembered to bring a plastic spoon with me as well. I start to dig into the yogurt with my spoon then place the spoon in my mouth and lick the yogurt off with my tongue. As I make my way closer to the corner store, I start to feel funny. Not sick but suddenly agitated. I pause a moment midstride and look around. It’s quiet and I seem to be the only one out in the open right now. I don’t feel as if I’m in danger but just off. I continue walking to the store and by the time I get there, I’m done eating my yogurt. There is a trash can by the entrance so I toss my trash in there. I then pull on the door handle and let myself into the place. The bell rings as it did the first time I came here and #Brooke comes from the back with a smile on her face. ||“Claire! You made it right on time. Thank you for that. #Quil is here as well. He’s in the back pulling some things off a pallet. That is where he’ll be most of the day. You and me will deal with all this crap out here.” || #Brooke starts to laugh and the urge to roll my eyes is strong. All this perkiness is too much for me.|| “Whatever you need me to do that is what I’m here for.” || I glance around the area and know this task will take a few days to accomplish. No way we’ll get it all done today. Brooke nods her head, walks behind the counter, and pulls out a container that has all sorts of cleaning supplies in it. She then pulls out a few rolls of paper towels as well then huffs.|| “Two rolls won’t be enough. I have more in the back. I’ll just get #Quil to bring them out. Quil! Can you bring that pack of paper towels I left in the office please? Oh and Claire is here. You need to come say hi anyway.” || I’m not listening to #Brooke anymore. That agitated feeling is growing stronger and I don’t know why. Brook is annoying as fuck but not so much she would bother me like this. I try to shake it off as I hear footsteps approaching. I turn in that direction and see a tall guy come from the back of the building. Brooke walks over to him and he leans down to give her a kiss before turning his attention to me. When he does and I see his eyes it causes me to suck in a breath at the same time that he does as well…]]