Chapter 5 - 5 - hopes and worries of tomorrow

"Madame Eileen, what are your thoughts of this future career opportunity?" Patrick questioned whilst driving away from the wooded property.

"I think I'll like it..." the nineteen year old answered, still feeling satisfied from the large dinner. "I don't really have that much experience with helping people like Ava."

"That'll come with time. From the conversation you were having with her, I can tell things are going to be just fine with you. Speaking of her, I mentioned about acquiring food."

"Yeah?"

" I never elaborated how you'd get such things. During your time at our place, I will provide you a debit card. It is linked to a seperate spending account just for consumables. If you ever need to pick up food 'to-go', then use it. However, there might be a chance you will have to go grocery shopping. You will use that card as well."

"Sounds fine. I won't spend it on anything that she doesn't need." Eileen promised.

"I will be in good faith that you'd spend the funds accordingly. But there will be a time where you'd need something for yourself. If that ever happens, let me know through a text message, and I'll send one back with my approval or disapproval.

She then asked,"So, you're just going to let me buy something for myself?"

"Not all the time, but if it will help you work harder, or help you and Ava in any form or fashion, then yes." Patrick said, "That being said, there are limits to your buying power."

"Got it."

"Tomorrow, I'll have a contract written, then once you sign it, I will tour you around my home, among other things." the driver added.

"I.... I just don't know how things will be... I'm kinda worried. On top of that, I got to quit my current job. Put my two week notice."

"I had forgotten about that." he muttered "Ah! I have a solution! Tomorrow, you should call off, tell them you're sick. I will write up a fake excuse for medical termination from your job. From there, things will work out."

"Wait, you can just do that?" she asked in surprise. "You're no doctor or anything like that."


"I have connections. I'll call them, they'll make up a excuse, fax it to me. I'll even drop off the paper for you, in which they'll attempt to get a hold of you. You just need to confirm that you're hospitalized, and you forfeit your position" Patrick answered.

"Gee... that seems too convenient..." the ginger added.

The chauffeur laughed, "That's what you get when you have wealthy people as friends."


"I... never really thought you'd be my friend, Patrick." Eileen voiced.

"Eileen, even though we've just met hours ago, I think we'll have good relationship together, alongside Ava. If there are any issues, let me know, and I'll work it out. I try to be as transparent as possible. Oh, look, we're almost to your home!" he pointed out, turning into her street.

"Great..." Eileen moaned internally, then said, "Thank you for taking me to your place, and well, giving dinner... and the job offer...and everything."

"No problem, madame Eileen. This is a fresh start for you, perhaps you'll grow from it as well, mentally, spiritually, and physically. A year from now, you'll look back and you'll be happy that you've met me and Ava."

"I hope..." she replied, as the car slowed to a stop. "T-thanks Patrick. You're a good man." opening the door, and stepping out.

"...and you're a good girl, madame Eileen. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning."

"What time again?"

"Let's shoot for eight in the morning."

"Okay. Thanks again!" Eileen closed the door, however, Patrick stepped out of the car.

"Forgot something?" he lobbed with a smile.

"What?" Eileen inquired, as Patrick extracted a pizza from the back of the car, handing it to her. "Oh... you don't have to. Ava could eat it!"

"Although that's thoughtful, I think you'd benefit from it more, and there's plenty of food for her at home. Have a nice night, madame Eileen." He stepped into the driver seat, closing the door and accelerated away.

The girl sighed whilst clutching the large pizza, and watching her new employer disappear from sight. "I just can't believe I met this man..." she whispered to herself, stepping to the front porch. The pizza still had a fresh aroma due to the car's food warmer, her nostrils inhaling it. Looking at the window beside her, the lights were off, signaling that her father went to bed. Looking at the time on her cell, 9:45 reflected back.

"I should be careful about noise..." Eileen reminded herself, unlocking the door and meticulously entering quietly.
The odorous smell of cigar smoke made her gag, "God, he smoked again...it's gonna give me a headache." The redhead swiftly tiptoed into her room, breathing in fresher, more neutral scents, with the pizza smell returning once more. She dropped the box on her twin sized bed, taking off her her top and pants, now in the serene privacy of the bedroom.

Heaving a tired sigh, she satisfyingly thought, "Tomorrow's gonna be a new day." she stepped into the mirror with a smile, "Look, you're already much happier." she insisted to herself. Scanning her approximately one hundred and forty pound body. Her imagination flashed Ava in her mind. "She seems so happy... but be so...huge." Curiosity drew to the teenager, how does she even live? Guess I'll find out tomorrow..." her imagination ran wild. The aromas coming from the pizza reminded her of Ava's feast, how she could down pizza after pizza. The cravings bothered enough to get her to open the box.

Inhaling the food's smell, "Just one slice...It looks like it just came from the oven." she said, grabbing a slice and taking a bite. Eileen loaded up Youtube, and began watching videos, whilst consuming the oily, cheesy, pepperoni slice. And after a few videos, two slices were gone. Once again, she felt full and distended.

"Oh god..." the teen rubbed her belly again. "My gut's gonna kill me tomorrow..." Eileen picked up the leftovers, and opened the bedroom door to put it away. Her eyes peered for the father, as she was clad in her underwear. Carefully stepping, she snuck into the kitchen, placing the leftover pizza in the fridge. Before she closed it, the girl picked up a bottle of water, drinking it away immediately to quench her thirst, though making her feel even more bloated.

Returning to her room, Eileen felt drowsy as the carbohydrates eaten began to take its' toll on the nineteen year old. Collapsing in the bed, she set an alarm for seven in the morning, giving her enough time to prepare for her new job as a immobile lady's assistant. Resting on the bed, many thoughts ran across her mind, on top of the tightness that persisted in her gut from eating even more pizza.

"I can't believe I met someone like Patrick... what if he gives me like a million dollars? He very well could...and what if I get a different, more important job... or better yet he pays for my college! Ooohh!" her excited voice echoed in the mind. "...and once I get enough money, I can pay off the home, give my dad the help and retirement he needs, and we can be a family again!" she then glanced at the family photo hanging beside her bed against the wall. It featured her mother and dad, posing in front of a beach.

"Mom, I miss you..." the red haired girl quietly spoke. She still remembered the last day she lived in the house, and the last moment she saw her. The hateful and abusive words that her father spoke was enough justification for her. "I'll see you one day, and I'll show how much I've grown... that's if you're even around..." she yawned, finally ready to fall asleep. Closing her eyes, she drifted to sleep promptly.

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"Where am I?" Eileen spoke, as her vision opened up to a familiar environment. Looking around, it became apparent that she was back in Patrick and Ava's home, inside the Garage. Within, she was surrounded by various familiar cars, all of which were owned by the people she knew, Patrick, her mother and father's and her own.

"Come on, Eileen... come over here!" a male voice called.

"Dad?" the teen responded, heading for the stairs where the voice echoed from. Stepping up the stairs she found him standing alone in the living room, resting on a recliner.

"Come over here!" his eyes locked to hers. Eileen hadn't heard his soft voice in years. As she walked, the sound of wheels moving on the floor distracted her from proceeding any further.

"Eileen..." Ava called from behind. The redhead glanced behind her to witness the millionaire couple holding hands. She completely spun around to witness the dinner table filled the food.
"Come spend time with us. We promise a good time, and a happy life, filled with a promising future!"

"Sweetie, look at me..." Freddy called. "I need you... without you, I don't know what I'll do. You're all I have left." he rose from his seat.

"I...I don't know! I don't know!" Eileen cried in complete confliction.

"The choice is simple, Eileen. Patrick voiced.

"We have money. Food. Your future." Ava finished.

"...and I'm your family. I can get a hold of Mom, apologize... please, just don't leave..." tears began to ran down the father's cheeks.

As she turned to each indecisively, the ginger noticed something strange happening to her body. It began to grow in mass, swelling. Her gut was first to protrude outwards, then her hips and rear. "No-no-no-no! What's going on!?" she cried whilst the both sides raised their voices to be convincing. Eileen out of desperation, ran for the window, smashing through and jumping out.