“They died because my dad wanted to give her something special. Something she never had and something you guys take for granted,” I continue with fisted hands and stinging eyes. “Something that most of you don’t deserve. Because you never lift a finger to earn anything. You don’t even change your own sheets. You can’t even put your laundry in the basket and somehow, people like you get to rule the whole world.”
I take a deep breath and look into his black eyes. They are shimmering, penetrating, and if I let them, they’ll suck me in and drown me.
“So I don’t want you to replace it because you can’t. All I want you to do is let me go so I can get a good night’s sleep and get back to working for you so you get to be a big bully and potentially ruin lives.”
I have no idea where I even got the energy to say all those things. And why I even bothered to tell him this.
But whatever. I said it and now, I need to go cry in my pillow.
As I step away from them in my sticky dress, I look up and find everyone watching me. There’s Grace and Leslie. There’s Maggie too. They are all looking at me with pity.
Mrs. S is nowhere in sight. But I’m sure news will travel and she’ll come to know tomorrow.
Maybe I’m really fired after this.
But I can’t seem to care. I want to lie down. I feel heavy like my wet dress. A little dead too, I guess.
They let me go without a word and when I reach my room for the night, I curl up and hug the pillow, crying into it.