39. Just a cleaner

Lucy.

As usual, Ophelia had finished her work and had left saying that she wanted to go take something from her house before coming back. I was in the house all by myself.

Watching the TV was not even pleasing to me at all.

All the negative thoughts at Mr. Frederick's place, were still fresh in my memories.

I wasn't myself at all. I kept thinking about what he could possibly do.

I weakly turned to my side on the couch and grabbed my phone.

I dialed my mother's number, which she picked up at the second ring.

"Mother."

I called, standing up from the couch and walking towards the double doors that led into the house.

"How are you doing, Lucy?"

She asked but in the background I could hear her talking to someone, it was like she was talking to a customer.

I was relieved when I heard the calmness in her voice. It showed she was doing Alright. Still, I had to ask.

"I'm doing Alright, mother. How are you doing? How is Brandon?"

"We are all doing good my dear. Your Brother left for sch