The rest of the week of service

I started my new job on Monday morning. There was no time to wait around for my sister to wake up and eat, so I left her breakfast on the stove and sent her a text that I was heading out. I was half expecting a text message bitching me out for not serving it to her in person, but was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t text me until noon. Of course, it was to tell me that since I wasn’t there to make her lunch I had to pay for her to go out. I rolled my eyes, but venmoed her $15.

On any other day that might have annoyed me, but today it didn’t matter. I had my foot in the door of a major consulting company. I made more in a couple of days than she would in a week. And it would only get better the longer I stuck with it. In the end, cleaning up after her, buying her food, none of it mattered. I was winning and she was losing. I just had to stick it through and put this whole thing behind me.

As exciting as it was to start my job, I came home exhausted. It didn’t matter to Naomi though. I cooked dinner and had more cleaning to do. The rest of the week proceeded in the same way. In the morning I made breakfast, I venmoed her money for lunch, at night I would cook dinner and clean. I even addressed her as Princess. The only change in the routine was on Wednesday when she made me drop off and pick up her dry cleaning.

Thankfully, ‘Princess’ didn’t ask for any more foot rubs. I will admit a part of me felt guilty about that. I was glad I didn’t have to do it, but I suspected it was because I started to get stiff the last time I did it. That’s what annoyed me most of all. I hated the thought that she would think of me as a pervert even after the week ended.

I had a lot of opportunities to say something, but I didn’t for fear of making the situation worse. However, on Thursday night it all came out of me. I had been on the phone with Emma, talking about plans for the upcoming weekend, when my sister barged into my room. She didn’t say anything, but she was clearly pissed off.

“Sorry give me one second.” I told Emma and then muted my phone. “What is it?”

Naomi gave me a look like she wanted to flay the skin off my bones, but her voice was fairly steady when she responded, “You’re just chatting on the phone when you haven’t served me dinner or cleaned the bathroom like I told you to?”

“Dinner is on the stove, you can serve yourself. And I’ll get to the bathroom when I’m done here.” I shot back. I had enough, all of this over some stupid misunderstanding.

“Did you forget what our agreement was? It’s only Thursday, you aren’t done yet.” She wasn’t going to let it go.

“You are being ridiculous Naomi! I have been doing chores for you all week. I’ve done more than enough, I’m not your ****! And you know what?” I didn’t let her respond, this was my chance to vent. “This whole thing has been stupid and pointless. I’m not some kind of pervert. I’m not into shoes or feet or whatever. I was in your room planning to prank you back for spitting in the tea you made for me. Alright? That’s the only reason I was in there!”

“Oh really?” I could tell she didn’t believe it, but I didn’t care at this point.

“Yes really. This whole thing has gone too far, my girlfriend matters way more than serving you your fucking dinner.” My voice had been getting louder and louder as I went on and at the end I was practically shouting.

Naomi just stared at me for a minute, clearly annoyed that she wasn’t going to get her way. I was expecting her to say something, more insults, more accusations, or even a threat. But she just turned around and said “fine” as she walked out my door.

I didn’t hold out hope that I convinced her my intentions in her room were innocent. But at least I stood up for myself. I unmuted my phone and got back to talking to Emma about our weekend plans.