Page 51 of Care: Part 1

Suddenly, a memory played out in her mind when she had first gone to Adrik's casino. A reporter had asked her if she was Adrik's 'long lost sister.’ What happened to his sister?

"Her name was Natasha. Natasha and Adrik were awfully close. They were the best of friends.”

Although she was grateful for the information, it still wasn't enough to suffice her curiosity. The memory was vague, but she could remember once when there was a reporter who had asked her if she was Adrik’s sister, Natasha.

"You said 'was Natasha', as in, past tense. What happened to her?" Avelina asked.

Anton began to open his mouth but quickly shut it when the sound of Adrik playing on the piano came to a halt. Avelina's eyes immediately darted towards the entrance of the kitchen to see Adrik entering.

"Go," Adrik let out.

Avelina could see the defeat on Anton's face as he cast her a small smile before walking out of the back door.

"Are you okay?" She asked Adrik.

There was a guilt that settled over her that she couldn't seem to understand. Maybe she shouldn't have prided and asked Anton to give her the answers that Adrik wouldn't, but she felt better knowing. If only there were enough time for her to have heard what happened to Adrik's sister.

"No.”

Avelina bit down on her lip in response. Her eyes settled on him as he walked toward the stove and finished up his food before placing it in a bowl and beginning to walk away.

"Let me guess; you know how to cook your food. You even know how to do your hair, and you can bathe and sleep perfectly fine on your own. I do not even need to monitor whether you take your medication properly because you do not even have prescribed medication. Adrik, I don't know why you even hired me. It just doesn't make any sense when you seem competent all on your own," Avelina spoke up.

She had been wondering for many weeks why Adrik hired her. There was this aching feeling that would dawn on her heart that maybe there was more to the story.

"Avelina, I am currently not in the best mood. May we please talk about this tomorrow?" He requested.

Avelina let out a loud sigh in response before storming off to her room, leaving him there all by his lonesome.

Not only was it completely unnecessary to hire her, but it was also a complete waste of money and resources. She hated this feeling that sponged her heart with insecurities and stained her mind with anxiety.

Avelina's mind went on this endless rant of good luck never being the case for her. Bad luck always greeted her at the door. It awaits her every thought. In the depth of her smile, bad luck was seeping through it all. Bad luck might as well have been her best friend the way it always seemed to be right there no matter what she did.