shut her white trash mouth, grab another bottle of wine and drink until she passed out. In public, they were the perfect Georgian husband and wife. That's because they were Harper's. No one looked down on a Harper.
My step-momma's hatred for me was so bad she reeked of it. Jealousy oozed out of every pore on her body. If my daddy wasn't at work, he was with me and that chapped her ass. She was waiting for the day when I wouldn't be around; leaving for college meant she would have my dad all to herself. But what she didn't realize was that he still wasn't planning on wasting his time with her. No one was gonna pull the wool over Maxwell Winston Harper III's eyes. He didn't love her, she was nothing to him other than a companion to lay beside in bed.
TJ carried me to the bottom of the stairs that led up to my bedroom where my father waited, taking one look at me he quickly became concerned.
"Trevor" My daddy greeted with a nod of his head
"Mr. Harper" TJ nodded back.
With his left eyebrow raised he inquired "Elle, you feelin ok?"
"I'm fine daddy, I just think I have a stomach flu on top of… well…I think I might have had one too many cocktails last night."
Knowing I was underage, daddy pretended not to hear the last part, but yet, I didn't lie just so if anything would happen, he would know what he was dealing with. I was never one to experiment with drugs, they always scared me. Growing up with a doctor in the house I had heard stories and that was all I needed to know about that subject, besides I had a strong head on my shoulders and knew what I wanted in life and wasn't stupid enough to risk any of it. I also was never one who gave into peer-pressure. I had to have some type of control when it came to situations and if I couldn't, I didn't participate or partake. My daddy knew this and trusted me to make the right decisions. He knew my friends and their families as well. He knew kids were gonna be kids and have a good time but he also appreciated that we knew when to stop having a good time.
"Sweetie, why don't you go and lay down and I will have Clara make you some chicken soup, something lite on your stomach."
Clara was our full time cook. She would come in at six-thirty in the morning, make breakfast then make some type of salad for lunch; she made the best chicken salad, it was to die for. Rotisserie chicken with cranberries and raisons and diced up walnuts. Just enough mayo to wet it but you could still taste the spices that the chickens were basted in. She would start dinner and be gone by five-thirty every day besides Sunday and Monday. Clara was as cute as a button. White hair, short and always pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She was short, five foot at best and a little stocky. She always dressed so professionally to be in the kitchen all day. I had known her all my life. She began working for us before my momma passed. Sometimes, when I was younger, I would go in the kitchen and she would give me a cookie that had just cooled down from the oven with a big glass of milk and would tell me stories about my momma and daddy while she cooked dinner. That's how I found out about how much they were in love.
"Trevor, will you please help Elle up to her room while I go speak with Clara."
"Yes Sir, Mr. Harper."
"Thank you, Son."
Helping me up the stairs, I felt that I was going to get sick again so I asked TJ just to drop me off at the restroom that attached to my bedroom and he could go on home. He seemed a little concerned and asked if it would be ok if he could stay a moment just to make sure I was going to be ok. I didn't want him to hear or see me puking up whatever was left in my system so I just told him I was fine and I was going to probably go back to sleep and that I would call him later.
Being disappointed but understanding, he dropped me off at the restroom and went downstairs to leave. I continued to be sick three or four more times, by this time I had lost count. I crawled to
My step-momma's hatred for me was so bad she reeked of it. Jealousy oozed out of every pore on her body. If my daddy wasn't at work, he was with me and that chapped her ass. She was waiting for the day when I wouldn't be around; leaving for college meant she would have my dad all to herself. But what she didn't realize was that he still wasn't planning on wasting his time with her. No one was gonna pull the wool over Maxwell Winston Harper III's eyes. He didn't love her, she was nothing to him other than a companion to lay beside in bed.
TJ carried me to the bottom of the stairs that led up to my bedroom where my father waited, taking one look at me he quickly became concerned.
"Trevor" My daddy greeted with a nod of his head
"Mr. Harper" TJ nodded back.
With his left eyebrow raised he inquired "Elle, you feelin ok?"
"I'm fine daddy, I just think I have a stomach flu on top of… well…I think I might have had one too many cocktails last night."
Knowing I was underage, daddy pretended not to hear the last part, but yet, I didn't lie just so if anything would happen, he would know what he was dealing with. I was never one to experiment with drugs, they always scared me. Growing up with a doctor in the house I had heard stories and that was all I needed to know about that subject, besides I had a strong head on my shoulders and knew what I wanted in life and wasn't stupid enough to risk any of it. I also was never one who gave into peer-pressure. I had to have some type of control when it came to situations and if I couldn't, I didn't participate or partake. My daddy knew this and trusted me to make the right decisions. He knew my friends and their families as well. He knew kids were gonna be kids and have a good time but he also appreciated that we knew when to stop having a good time.
"Sweetie, why don't you go and lay down and I will have Clara make you some chicken soup, something lite on your stomach."
Clara was our full time cook. She would come in at six-thirty in the morning, make breakfast then make some type of salad for lunch; she made the best chicken salad, it was to die for. Rotisserie chicken with cranberries and raisons and diced up walnuts. Just enough mayo to wet it but you could still taste the spices that the chickens were basted in. She would start dinner and be gone by five-thirty every day besides Sunday and Monday. Clara was as cute as a button. White hair, short and always pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She was short, five foot at best and a little stocky. She always dressed so professionally to be in the kitchen all day. I had known her all my life. She began working for us before my momma passed. Sometimes, when I was younger, I would go in the kitchen and she would give me a cookie that had just cooled down from the oven with a big glass of milk and would tell me stories about my momma and daddy while she cooked dinner. That's how I found out about how much they were in love.
"Trevor, will you please help Elle up to her room while I go speak with Clara."
"Yes Sir, Mr. Harper."
"Thank you, Son."
Helping me up the stairs, I felt that I was going to get sick again so I asked TJ just to drop me off at the restroom that attached to my bedroom and he could go on home. He seemed a little concerned and asked if it would be ok if he could stay a moment just to make sure I was going to be ok. I didn't want him to hear or see me puking up whatever was left in my system so I just told him I was fine and I was going to probably go back to sleep and that I would call him later.
Being disappointed but understanding, he dropped me off at the restroom and went downstairs to leave. I continued to be sick three or four more times, by this time I had lost count. I crawled to
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