Its early in the morning like 4:30 and it's Saturday. Roxie called me asking me to come down and prepare tea for Mr Winchester who had gotten back home from work. 

Wondering why he came home this early and that too on a Saturday? I wondered so myself until Roxie explained to me he has three branches of his company aside the headquarters which is in New York and that's where he works though he shuffles between that place and the one he has here. 

The other two are run by his twin brother in London and his first son from his previous marriage. He was on his way from the airport when he found me that night on the street after being there for a week and was coming back home.

Though he hardly stays home, he always likes to take in tea prepared by me. He says it helps him relax after coming home tired. That's what I did and helped Rox carry the sewing machine he bought for her to use in her spare time.

I was on my way back to my room when I heard banging on the front door. I instantly became annoyed, who could it be disturbing the peace and serenity of the house this early? 

Or could it be a robber perhaps? I grabbed a porcelain vase from the living room, making my way to the front door. I hesitated a bit for opening the door when someone spoke from behind the door, more like yelled because she was impatient in coming inside. 

Imogen? The sight before me wasn't nice when I opened the door. It was rather disgraceful. It was Imogen behind the door, wearing a short lacy dress. Her make up was in ruins as she struggled to stand firmly on both legs.

She was reeking of alcohol and is that crack I see staining her nose? 

"Imo who is this crazy black bitch? And why is she holding a pot?" The girl beside her asked bringing me out of my stare. 

Looking around for the said pot, I realised it was the porcelain vase she was referring to. I forgot to put it back inside after realising it was Imogen. She had mistaken it to be a pot in her drunken state.

"Who?" Imogen asked her friend who was supporting her to stand properly as she squinted her eyes, looking around. They were both so wasted, I wonder what sort of support she was rendering. "Oh that's Monae?" Her words were slurred and her breath was stinking bad. I tried my best not to gag, I hate the smell of alcohol especially one that was emanating from the mouth of a drunk person.

Covering my nose, I walked towards her and held her by the waist so she can slung her arms around my shoulders and walk with me to the house. "Get your filthy hands off me you black bitch. I can walk perfectly."

She yanked my arm away from her, brushing her dress and stood up straight. She walked away from me towards her friend to prove her point, "see? I told you I can walk perfectly I don't need your help or anybody's right Odette?" She said slowly and giggled at the end.

"Rigghhhttt!." Her friend stared at her like she just said the most brilliant thing.

I was even fed up with these two wasted girls. I wanted to go back inside and go to bed, I'm not really sleepy but anything to get me away from them and this stench of alcohol. "C'mon Imogen, lets go inside."

I extended my hand towards her, trying one more time if she will stop being stubborn and proud even in her drunken state to accept my help. 

"Black bitch wants to go inside." She sang taking a swing from the bottle of alcohol she snatched greedily from her friend and turned to her. She picked up her words and sang too. They sang it like it was the latest hit song on the chart.

Rolling my eyes, I facepalmed not only are they drank, they're also crayy. I exhaled deeply, do I now have to play nanny to this grown ass woman? "Fine suit yourself."

I walked to door, opened it and slammed it in their crayy faces. I'm trying this the hard way hoping it will work. 

It did she banged on the door. I opened it right that minute and she came stumbling inside and falling down flat on her face had I not held her hands. 

She stared at me in anger, "you crazy bitch! Do you want to kill me?"

"No but sometimes we drive sense into people using the hard way."

"What's she blabbing about Imo?"

She shrugged, "I don't know." 

Of course, she wouldn't know. I didn't expect her to understand it either, she's too drank to.

Imogen got up from the floor and staggered towards the staircase. I shook my head, she cant even manage to walk sanely let alone take the stairs. 

Turning to her friend who's eyes were already trailed on me in a creepy and skin crawling way, I asked her, "do you need someone to send you home?"

"What do you care black whore!" She screeched at me.

Okay. So I'm officially done being kind and helpful ever in my life. Just look at her being utterly mean and racist to me when I only tried to help her. I guess one never be kind to others these days.

I slammed the door loudly in her face and put the vase back in its place. 

Imogen was still at the foot of the stairs case struggling to go up it. I rolled my eyes and slung her arm around my shoulder, circling my hand around her waist. 

She didn't protest, she gave in freely and yawned. I slowly helped her up the stairs and after much difficulty we made it up the stairs and into her room where I tucked her into bed.

 She gave me the middle finger, mumbling incoherent words to herself before drifting off to sleep. I think I heard something like black bitch. 

Few hours later

I didn't wake up early after coming back to bed. Since its a Saturday, there wasn't the need to rush and prepare breakfast. Most of the house members are fast asleep in bed and on days like this, lunch is the first meal prepared in this house and dinner afterwards, no breakfast.

Mr Winchester is resting after getting home and his wife is getting her beauty sleep according to her and we all know the state in which Imogen got home this morning. She isn't waking up any hours from now. 

Well Rex went out last night with his friends since it was a Friday night and hasn't been back home since, no call or message. His mother didn't call him either, I guess she is used to him by now.

I'm done taking my bath and brushing my teeth. The only problem is my hair. Its still wet from the shower and I don't have a hair dryer to blow dry it. Its too thick and kinky since I'm hundred percent black from Ghana.

I sighed, I need to go to the salon and get it straightened or get it braided even if not box braids, corn rows with no extension. My hair is longer and thick, it's going to be nice and long even if I don't use it. 

If I want to go out, I would have to ask for permission from Mrs Winchester. She wouldn't care if I go anyway, she wants me out of the house and doesn't care if I go and never come back. 

Now, I have to make do with the towel. Taking it from the hanger in the bathroom, I used it to dry my hair till I was fed up and placed it back.

I applied hair cream and oil, combing it carefully to remove all the tangles from it and wrapped it from the base with a bandana. 

I changed into a pair of baggy jeans and the yellow halter top Mr Winchester bought for me whiles coming back home from New York last week.

It was really cute and comfy. It didn't reveal much skin or even the side of my boobs like I expected, not that I wanted it to but we all know how halternecks are. 

Since I'm going out, I wore my gold ankle strap gladiator sandals and not the slippers I wear around the house. 

I then chose the small side bag out of the three new bags he got for me with the dresses, tops and heels, it almost like a whole shop he bought for me. 

Stuffing my phone and the few dollars I had personally into the bag, I sprayed my body splash on me and exited my bedroom.

The person I thought was getting her beauty sleep at the moment met me in the hallway. She stared at me icily before asking where I was going. 

"I'm going the salon to have my hair braided ma'am."

"You don't need to repeat to me what they do at the salon, I know it already."

"Sorry ma'am can I go?"

"Do you now need my permission? Aren't you on your way?"

"Yes uh I mean yes I need your permission to go and no I wasn't on my way, I was going to-" I carefully put my words right to carry the right meaning and not the other way round. However, I was cut off.

She looked at as she tried to stifle a yawn and waved her hand at me dismissively. "Just shut up and get out of my face. It is the last thing I want to see today."

"Thank you ma'am." Mrs Winchester turned towards the way to her room. She didn't ask me if I had money to braid or take a taxi to the salon.

I actually don't need it, but she asking me would have made me feel cares for even if it was a little. 

She has just shown just like her previous attitude towards me, she doesn't care about me or need me here.

I can be kidnapped or hit down by a car, she wouldn't care but sip her expensive wine in her terrace and chatter away happily with her friends. 

I also turned back from going to her room to the direction of the staircase. 

Roxie was awake and sipping on what looked like coffee in her hand. "Where are you off to baby girl?"

"Well good morning to you too." I said sarcastically and snatched the cup from her, taking a sip of its content.

"Hey naughty girl that's my cup give it back." She said smiling at me, making no move to take it back from me.

"Mnh this is good." I moaned, the cappuccino was delicious.

"Good morning family." Mr Winchester greeted is, entering the kitchen. He also took the cup of coffee from me and took a sip. "Minh aside making delicious tea, your cappuccino isn't bad too."

I was shy at his actions. He didn't care I wasn't related to him and a total stranger. He related to me as if I was one of his own by blood. "Thank you daddy, Roxie made it."

"I've forgotten she makes the best coffee." He said grinning at Rox, "where are you going my dear?"

"Uhm to the salon."

Roxie put her hand on her hip after going back to fix herself another cup. "Glad you finally noticed something needed to be done about your hair." 

"Do you have money?"

"Yes please." I replied in an uncertain voice, the money I had wasn't much and I didn't know if it was going to be enough. 

"I'll be back." He said, putting the now empty cup on the island and walked out of the kitchen. 

"Before he comes back would you like to eat something?"

"Nope I'm good."

"Mnh not even a ziploc of chocolate chip cookies and drink in case you're hungry." 

I weighed the options. I don't have that much money to spend on food outside aside the money for my hair so I'll say yes, "I can't resist your divine cookies can I?"

"What do you think? That's why I said that."

"Oh really?" Mr Winchester came back into the kitchen before she could get a chance to reply. 

He handed me a leather wallet. I shook my head and pushed it back politely into his hand. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

He has also already done enough that I can't even ask for more which I'm not even going to. "No daddy, I'm okay."

"You call me daddy yet you wouldn't want me to perform my duties." 

"It isn't that, its just you've done so much for me and you keep doing more. Its-"

He facepalmed before shoving the purse into my palm and spun me around. "Stop talking nonsense, this is something small. I'm working on opening an account for you and getting you your own credit card. What would you say about that?"

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. It was all too much. He smiled, "there isn't anything to say, you deserve to be pampered after everything." 

"Here you go Nae," Roxie handed out the snack to me and shooed me out. 

"Tell Ned to take you to town." Mr Winchester yelled from the kitchen as I opened the front door ready to leave the house.

My eyes became moist and a tear slid down my face. I was overwhelmed by all what he's done for me. Rescuing me, giving me a home and a family even if they aren't exactly the nicest, they're better than being alone in the world. 

I think I need a Godfather like Mr Winchester😋😏♥.