Chapter 13

"As do I, Mr. Carter." I lied. I can't remember the last time I did anything fun, well unless you count me reading Wattpad books. "Call me, Alexander, after all, you're gonna be with us for a while. You might just skip the formalities." Nodding my head. "You can call me Kalliyah then." "Kalliyah it is." After a few moments of awkward silence, I spoke up. "I'm sorry for what I said. I shouldn't have. Whatever your reasons were for taking Henrique, I'm sure you had the best at heart and I appreciate that you did. You're right, he's not your child and the fact that you're going out of your way to provide for him should be enough." He nods his head. "Be careful around here, sometimes wild snakes linger in the bushes." Chills run through me. "Are they venomous?" He shakes his head, "Not all of them but just be careful. It's rare but it has happened before." "It's bitten you before?" the answer to this question would determine if I really wanted to spend most of my days around here after all. "No, but the previous owner son got bit by one." "Did he die?" I was genuinely worried if something had happened to the poor boy. "No, his mother happened to be a veterinarian he had an antidote for that snake." "Oh great. How long ago was that?" "Four years ago. I was able to get the house cheaper because of that. But I haven't seen snakes since I've been here, and I got walls made to border the property, so you should be fine but It's always good to look out." I let out of a sigh of relief. I'm safe. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." It was six pm and Ms. Wilson still wasn't here. From my balcony, earlier today, I saw her leaving, but she hasn't come back since and I am starving. I took up the walky-talky from my bedside table so if Henrique woke up, I would hear him. I exit my room and made an aim for the kitchen. Since Ms. Wilson isn't here I might as well dish up something for myself and Henrique. I open the right door of the fridge and start looking for something to cook. The fridge was packed any there were so much things to choose from. I end up opening the two doors. I took out some onions, green pepper, green onions, potatoes and mixed vegetables putting them on the counter. I pulled over a chair and stand on it to reach the cupboards. After opening a few cupboards, I found the canned foods. I reached from the sweet corn and baked beans. I know what I'm going to cook! Mashed potatoes with mixed veggies and baked beans. Placing all the ingredients on the counter, I start looking for the pots which where in a bottom cupboard. When I found the pots, I washed them out with some water. I add some water to the sauce pan and turn the stove on low. After taking out the cutting board, I opened one of the draws looking for a vegetable cutter and when I found it I started to peel the potatoes. When I finish peeling them, I wash them with salt water. I turned up the stove and add some salt to the pot. I start cutting the potatoes small so by the time the water finished boiling they'd be ready. I placed the sliced onions and pepper in the frying pot that contained the hot oil. They started to fry as soon as they went in. The scent fill my nose and I smile. I love cooking. I remember my very first cooking lesson when I was eight. "Papa, when is the food is gonna finish. Tengo hambre." I pouted as I looked up at my stepfather. "Yo se, mi hija but you have to wait, the rice is uncooked." He gave me genuine smile, he reached out his hands and gesture for me to come. "Come, I'll teach you how to cook arroz so when you get your esposo you can cook for him, Si?" Sighing I took his hands. "No quiero un esposo. Boys are mean." Laughing, he shakes his head. "Okay, mi hija. Ven aquí" I smiled at the memory. Henrique Messi was a great man. I was opening the can of the baked beans when I heard a very loud scream. Frightened out of my mind I quickly release it from my hands and turn around. Looking at me was a very angry Ms. Wilson. "What are you doing in my kitchen?" she blazed with anger. What a drama queen! I actually thought something was wrong. I noticed a slight pain in my index finger, so I looked down. Way to go Mr. Wilson. I hadn't felt when the can cut me. Maybe it was because I was so frightened at the older woman's outburst. "Ooh, look what you made me do." I lifted my bleeding hands. A few drops on the floor. "Look what you made do me." I used my left hand to hold the bleeding finger. "When I first came here, I was told this place belongs to Alexander Carter and not a Cynthia Wilson." I looked back down at my hands then back at her.. "Look what you just made me so, all because I'm using a kitchen that doesn't belong to you. The screaming wasn't necessary. Totally uncalled for." "What's going on here?" Alexander was now standing beside Ms. Wilson. I lifted my hands that were now both bloody to show him. "Her fault. She screamed because she saw me using the kitchen. Am I not allowed to eat unless she cooks." I winced at the pain. "Now, my finger is probably cut off because I touched your perfect little mansion kitchen and now the place bloody." Alexander walks over to where I am standing, he noticed the drops of blood on the floor and sighs.