Miss Cabello

Know Your Place, Chippie

Waking up.

It became one of the things Lauren hated the most. She wanted to sink back into her sleep, numb and free from the constraints of reality. It was completely quiet in the morning, and Lauren realized she would rather wake up by the rants of her husband on the phone, or the lawn mower outside, rather welcomed by utter silence. She thought in silence there would be hopeful peace of a new life, but instead it brought her a cursed one.

She sat up with difficulty, a broken human being she was. Feeling the cold sheets, she wrapped it around her body, hoping it could provide her the warmth she craved for. It was a beautiful blue skied day, in contrast of what was inside her, all cloudy and gray.

When she was about to submit back to dreamland, Grace came knocking on the door. "Lauren, breakfast is ready!"

As much as she wanted to have it on her bed, she needed to go to work. She was handling a billion-dollar company, and a death of a husband just doesn't quite make an excuse for a fall of an empire she built. No, not when he betrayed and humiliated her like this. Son of a bitch. She wanted to deny Camila the comfort of her home but the Lawyer made sure she stayed with her.

"I'll be down in a bit!" She huffed in annoyance. She needed sleep.

"Don't make me carry you down to the dining table, young missy!" Lauren was used to having Grace act like her mother. Twenty years, for twenty long years has Grace seen the growth of Lauren. She understood Lauren was subjected to being temperamental having Camila living with her.

"Ughh!" Lauren slammed the sheets on her bed and went downstairs for breakfast.

Well, such a sight of her eating on the dining table wasn't all pleasant for Lauren. It made her nauseous. Camila is eating her breakfast timidly, putting pieces of her food inside her mouth little by little.

Lauren approached her with labored breathing and pulled the chair in front of her. Camila peered up at her and dropped her utensils as if they gave off too much heat.

"What are you doing?" Lauren asked. The mood now slowly becoming unwelcoming.

"B-breakfast.." Camila's lips trembled.

"Why are you eating here? Didn't it registered in your fucking mind that this table does not allow itself to be touched by mistresses and dirty women?" They were words, but words that were coated with poison. Lauren leaned over the table, her eyes wide with hate. "Grace!"

Grace came running towards her, afraid of what might have happened. "Yes?"

Still not taking her eyes away from Camila, Lauren ordered, "Get the foldable plastic chair and table inside the garage, now!" Grace knew it was best to follow her, for Lauren's mood was slowly deteriorating.

Minutes later, Grace returned with what Lauren asked for.

"Listen here, Chippie. From now on, you'll eat and sit here. You are not allowed to be on anything inside this house, may it be the couch or any shit, but this. You carry this with you, or if your big ass is lazy enough, ask Grace to carry it for you. Get it?" Lauren aggressively yanked Camila out of the dining table and pushed her to the plastic chair, making her tumble a little. Camila's eyes were burning with tears but Lauren didn't noticed nor did she care. Grace sent a sorry look to Camila and helped her carry her plate to her own table.

Lauren sat on the chair and scrunched her face. "Great, now the food smells like slut shit. Cook me another batch of breakfast, Grace!"

Definitely not a good morning for all of them.

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Hope it made you feel things too. Lol. Thank you for reading, guys!

- Yang