©FEY Kegs 2013
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1.
I run. With every power it takes for me to get away, my heart extremely accelerates. Heat courses through my body with the dominant part of fear, fear of getting caught. I turn my head to see if they’re behind me, I find that they’re chasing after me ready to hold me in captivity. “Oh god Ivran run faster run”. My conscience screams whilst the anxious side of me wanted no more than to hide, but I obeyed knowing that they are still close behind me. I hear their livid screams and curses to get me, “get that fool!” I can feel their burning desire as they chase after me to grip me in their arms and beat the living crap out of me.
The stalls of fresh goods, vegetables, spices, yams and the sluggish salespeople are scattered around the busy street, but I waste no time to distract the men chasing me, I charge into a salesman with a box of tomatoes, the box crashes to the ground with the tomatoes scattering everywhere, I refuse to halt or apologize to the salesman. I reach the end of the busy street and turn on my right to find my hiding place behind the tall tree at Jerrico hill and as I silently celebrate getting far away from the bulky men, a hand claws at my blue dress gripping the back of it tightly knocking me viciously down to the dusty muddy ground and the brown loaf of bread that was once held tightly in my left palm had vanished…
“You stupid foolish girl”, father brusquely yells in his thick accent, he stood in the middle of the living room, his tanned wrinkled face hardens matching the heated anger in his green eyes and his teeth grits together. With his body hunched over he points his long finger at me, rebuking me and shamelessly cussing me for my actions.
“Papi”! I shout at him.
“Don’t papi me” he stomps his feet and coldly glares at me.
“How could you go round stealing, when did you become a THEIF, You think I will put up with a thief in my own home”.
“Stupid”! He exclaims. I say nothing to him but reflect the glare in my eyes back at him, he continues calling me silly and dumb but the pain inflicted on my right eye and on my arms holds more importance than his rant. My mother dips the towel in warm water and dabs it all over the battered areas of my body. I flinch, with every touch came an agonising sting and the thought of the canes, wooden stick and brawny fists used on my body Argh! I wanted to scream it pains me so much.
“Be still”, my mother warns.
“Do you realize what you have done, I never asked you to steal, there was no need to do that especially when you see the consequences”, he bellows.
“How can you be so dumb”!
“Argh”, I flinch on my seat.
“Be still”, my mother cups my face and dabs the water on my swollen eye.
“Ah”, I scream again
“I blame you, look at you grooming the foolish brat when you see that she’s done wrong”, father points his finger at my mother instantly yelling at her.
“It doesn’t change anything you shouting at her will not make the situation any better”, mother argues.
“Oh dio, so you pamper her, don’t be so stupid woman and let her face her punishment”.
I watch him screech at I and my mother, part of my ache is suddenly replaced with anger my evil conscience wanted to stand up and throw a boiled kettle of water at his face just so he can feel pain. I hate the way he spoke to me and I despised the way he confronted my mother.
“She has now, are you happy”, mother snaps at him. Silence fills the room fathers face is still acidic and cold, his hand rests on his hip as he huffs tiredly, my mother stops dabbing my skin. I feel the usual but unwanted tension in the room and I want no part in being here.
“They should have battered you some more or even worse”, his voice is low and bitter, his eyes stares harshly at mine. I glare at him, my lip tightens and anger absorbs through me, he glares back maintaining the silence, I say nothing. I get up regardless of the ache and stomp out the living room.
I run to my room and hear the voices of my parents, father shouting over my mother, him cursing me in every possible way and her telling him she’s had enough. I slowly lay my back on the mattress wincing with every movement and cover my ears to block out the noise.
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It’s morning the sun has just risen and the skies are clear blue, I take some water from the filled bucket and splash it all over my face trying to refresh myself from the early warmth. Ah that felt good. The cattle is divided around the farm and it’ s my job to groom the herd of horses and take care of the chickens, goats and sheep. Salay my favourite black horse is sick which is a shame because I like feeding her but most of all riding on her though I’m not meant to if I got caught Oh dio! I’d get into serious trouble, she is twenty years old in horse age but still capable of galloping around like a young beauty that she is. I take Misha, my other named horse into the stable and begin to brush her hair, bending down to dip the brush in the bucket I suddenly recoil feeling the pain of my battered limbs from yesterdays event. Oh God! I sigh. I hate to whinge but I can’t take it anymore. I am weak, tired, dehydrated and hungry, my eyes are weary but I’m use to it if I have to hunch my back again I might just scream bloody murder.
I’d rather fetch water at the crack of dawn first thing than go through this!
I drop the brush and give up.
“HA”! A voice behind me shouts, startling the life out of me I turn to face the person responsible. Of course not a person an idiot, Roberto, the same boy who enjoys scaring me, irritating the life out of me and coming to steal my food at noon.
“Oh god, it works every time”, he laughs hysterically and I feel the urge to punch him in the throat.
“What do you want, do you realize how annoying you are”, I cross my arms and scrunch my face refusing to find him amusing.
“Oh c’mon bello, you know you love me”, he chuckles.
“How many times am I going to tell you stop calling me bello”
“But isn’t that what you are pumpkin”, he smiles
I tut at him. God he’s frustrating. Roberto is a year older than me 19, tall, slim, black haired, brown eyed and tanned. He lives 3 minutes away from me, his father also owns a farm land and when he’s not farming the animals he comes to my land to annoy me, or as he puts it “flirt” with me. Urgh I curse the fact that I have to see him almost all the time, he maybe decent looking ok good looking but that doesn’t change the fact that the boy needed mental help.
“Oh mio Dio, Ivran, what happened to your face”! He moves in closer to me to inspect the swollen purple bruise shaped like a circle around my eye.
I step back and flush scarlet out of embarrassment.
“None of your business”
“Look your eye is bruised, tell me”, he reaches out his hand to touch it
“NO”, I snap, and slap the back of his hand.
“Oh c’mon tell me”, despite the fact that I slapped his hand he still doesn’t withdraw it.
“Look, it’s not a big deal”, I say as I grab the bucket’s handle and walk into the stable not wanting him to look at me. Grr can’t he take a hint, buzz off
“Please tell me”, he pleads
“I-I fell”, I lie. “Yes, down Jerrico hill near the market”.
“You fell”
Roberto folds his arms and scrutinizes my face with amusement in his eyes
“Yes”, I snap again whilst rolling my eyes. Roberto holds my gaze for a brief second and then suddenly bursts into laughter.
“Ah oh wow”!
“Why-why are you laughing at me”?
Roberto laughs so hard that he holds his diaphragm to help him breathe.
“Oh Gosh, Ivran you are such a terrible liar, you think I don’t know what happened to you”!
Humiliation suddenly washes over me.
“What”
“The bread at the market and the big salesmen chasing after you, oh you cannot hide this, the village is too small for secrets, and you have the nerve to say you fell”. He inverts the word fell with his fingers as he teases me I can feel my cheeks burning red from the embarrassment and anger, anger that he already knew and possibly came here to make fun of me about it.
“If you knew why the hell are you asking me what happened then”, I shout. I am beyond furious and despite that Roberto tilts his head backward and continues to chuckle.
“B-b-because I-I w-wanted t-to Oh, see w-what excuse y-you’d g-give me, god you’re h-hilarious”!
“Shut up, urgh, you irritate me so much, don’t you have anything to do like milking the cows, getting a life or better yet masturbating over your wrinkled mother”! I yell.
“HA-ha-ha- OH bello you are so funny, especially when you throw your daily tantrums, you know I think of you when I do such dirty things”, he roars and winks at me. Urgh he makes me feel sick.
“Get lost”
“I love you’re short temper you know you’re feisty when you’re angry”
“Oh for god sakes Roberto will you just get lost”!
“But I’ll miss you”, he teases
I grab the buckets handle
“GO or I swear I will tip this water over your head”
“Ah bello no you can’t do that to your future husband”, he places his hand on his chest and portrays the appearance of a wounded person.
“Oh yeah” I hold up the bucket and as I do Roberto slowly backs away holding his hands up and grinning wildly like a dumb fool that he is.
“Ah c’mon baby I dare you, I dare”_ Wasting no time I weakly chuck the water at him but it’s not enough to reach his clothes, Roberto doges the water, he laughs wanting me to continue out of his enjoyment but I won’t surrender until the idiot is fully soaked.
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“Sophia come on”, I yell at my little sister. She trails behind and stubbornly folds her arms.
“I want chocolate”, she demands
I tightly hold onto Fabio, my little brother’s hand and walk on. I’d just pick my siblings up from school, they go to St Angelos only 15 minutes away from home, Fabio and Sophia are twins both 8 years of age, they are not identical but share some of the same features, black haired and brown eyed like my mother, and small in height. Fabio was the cute one, Sophia god she’s unbearable, adorable but annoying.
“I want chocolate now”, she frowns and stomps her feet
“No Sophia I can’t afford chocolate”, I try to say calmly without snapping at her. God she’s so stubborn.
We finally reach home after Sophia’s strop through the whole journey. The kids run indoors but I can’t help but notice a shiny black SUV car parked in front of the house, it‘s so impeccable and clean that I find my eyes hurting as I gawk at it. I have never seen a car that looks so expensive around the village; the car definitely didn’t belong to us so there must be a visitor in the house, a very rich visitor perhaps. Curious to know who this visitor is I walk into the house whilst trying to take my eyes off of the vehicle.
I enter the living room and everything is unnecessarily quiet Mother is seated on a couch, father is standing up both looking somewhat anxious and there seats the visitor opposite my mother, it’s a man that looks middle aged and all dressed in a black suit, his skin is fair, he has a rather pointed nose and tiny pink lips, his eyes are dark blue in colour, and his brown hair is neatly quaffed back. I can clearly see he is wealthy just by the way he is dressed, no one looked as well polished as he did in this village.
“Ivran, come meet our visitor”, Father touches my shoulder and sounds sincere, that’s weird I’m hardly ever aloud to meet the older guests when they come to our house I normally run to my room and wait until they go back to wherever they came from. The visitor stands up, he’s average height and looks slightly brawny in his attire. The man reaches out to shake my hand.
“Hello Ivran”, he says in his thick accent that I don’t recognize. Surely he’s not from here.
“Hello”, I look up at the man and awkwardly place my hand in his. His eyes are warm and friendly.
“My name is Martin, it’s a pleasure to meet you”. What?
“Erm nice meeting to you”, yes whatever he said.
“Er Ivran I think it’s best you get to know this kind man before we-we continue”, I glance at Father and for some reason he looks… happy a little too happy like he’s putting on a fake smile when deep down there was a problem. I frown confused at his suggestion.
“Why, w-what’s going on”, I ask and why is my mother so quiet.
“Ah, don’t fear I don’t bite”, Martin says his eyes filled with humour, what? “I don’t bite”, what the hell does that mean.
I look at father “Why do I have to get to know this man”, I say calmly not trying to disrespect the visitor.
“Erm we’ll explain once you’re ready dear”, dear, he never calls me dear something is defiantly not adding up.
“I’m ready now”.
“Mr Savige”, Martin says like he’s directing my father to speak.
I frown the room is suddenly silent and the atmosphere in here feels odd very odd. My mother looks worried or even possibly frightened, she sits still and very quiet, her hands are balled up into a fist. She looks at me then away making sure our eyes do not meet, I don’t think I ever seen her like this. Father is shifting uncomfortably from where he’s standing and his fake smile has vanished. I search for an answer from everybody’s face in the room, all eyes are on me and I know from the sudden change of mood something is wrong and it has something to do with me and this Martin.
“Will someone please tell me what’s going on”, I demand.
“Ma”, I look at my mother she doesn’t speak. I then turn to Father.
“Ivran, you see Martin is a business man and, well he’s looking for maids to take care of his home, he pays good price and we want you to go erm live with him”. WHAT!
I ogle at Father as if he has two heads then at my mother who’s still not saying anything, then at the strange man.
“I originate from Portugal but live in the United States of America I mainly travel across the world for work and trade but I’m a very busy man and since you’ve come recommended by you’re father your services will be needed”.
I don’t say a word, I am confused I cannot believe what’s happening.
“Ivran I want you to come work for me right away”.
I stare at him wide eyed, I can feel my lips slightly parting, I freeze and divert my huge orbs at Father. Surely he cannot allow this stranger to take me away. He turns the other cheek hesitating to look me back in the face. It’s obvious that he approves. No, no this can’t be happening.
“N-no, no, NO”, I exclaim.
“Ivran”! Father shouts
“No, you want me to work for a stranger in another country, I don’t know this man, I am NOT going”, I point at Martin and glare at him. No way in hell.
“Ivran”, my mother calls. Oh now she finally decides to speak, this is bullshit.
“NO”, I panic. “Is this what you wanted to tell me, you think I am going to go live with him just like that, all for the sake of money, no”, I don’t care if I’m offending the visitor now, I don’t give a damn if I’m being rude I detested Father at this moment and I never thought I’d be disgusted at my mother for easily allowing this to happen.
“Shut up, you do not make the rules you will go with him and that is final”. He points his long finger, his eyes are hash and his lips are pressed into a tight line, I scowl at him and glance at Martin then swallow the taste of disgust and betrayal in my throat. Every muscle in my body is tensing,
my skin is burning from the anger inside me.
“Now, I want you to go to your room and pack you’re things right this minute, you’re leaving with Martin tomorrow morning”. I cannot speak any longer, silence fills the air. I refuse to look at Martin, shock and anger boils in my body all at once just when I thought this was all a dream I’m awake standing in the middle of my living room and wanting to do nothing but scream from the top of my lungs. Father stands there waiting for me to move and Mother with her eyes cowardly looking away to avoid facing me just sits there……
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I load a carrier bag of my clothes into the trunk of Martin’s car and turn to face my family who stands there to watch me go. Sophia was tearful, she tried to understand what was happening but she knew it was something to do with me leaving. I can already feel the tears wounding up in the back of my eyes.
“So, I think we’re ready”, Martin says. He still keeps up his friendly image despite the fact I was disrespectful to him. I look at Ma who looks as if she’s about to cry she walks up to me and embraces me and though I try to be mad at her for not defending me I knew her final say would not matter, I hug her back holding back the tears in my eyes.
“Mi dispiace”, she whispers.
“Take care of yourself Ma”, I look into her eyes and tell her. I hug my brother Fabio then take one last look at father, his face creates an impassive expression and I too appear emotionless.
“Take care” is the last thing I say to him.
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The vehicle halts at the nearby stores beside a sidewalk. I silently sit in the backseat, Martin lets go of the steering wheel whilst the engine is still on. He turns his head to look at me, an outlandish grin is plastered on his lips. Urgh I cringe in my seat.
“Thirsty”? He beams
I shake my head in denial. I haven’t said a word to the man in the three hours he’s been driving. He’d check his rear-view mirror plenty times to look at me, I’d simply turn my head to avoid him.
“Oh c’mon Ivran”
I scowl at him with abhorrence, I hate the way he coolly says my name.
“It’s very hot aren’t you dehydrated”. I’m beyond dehydrated, my throat is dry and my light skin is slowly burning away in the heated weather. I can’t hide the sweat trickling down my forehead and my hair sticking to it like glue despite the fact the windows are rolled down.
Martin reaches a bottle of water from a blue nylon bag. Ooh it looks expensive, its packaging is perfect, it isn’t like the filthy water sold in those little cheap pure water bags back at the village, this water is clear, my thirst heightens just looking at it.
“Ivran please drink”, he nicely says
“You’ll burn away”, he holds the drink up tempting me with it. I give in and take the bottle from him. I unscrew the lid cap and gulp it down.
“See that’s not bad”, he laughs. Yes not bad indeed.
A whole day has passed slowly by after sleeping in a motel for the night Martin had sent his driver with a white mini van to escort me to the house I’ll be working in.
It’s a warm afternoon. I close my eyes feeling exhausted and think of many things that’ll keep me happy, Salay my horse is one of them, though it doesn’t change the worry that is deep within my soul, I breathe heavily not knowing what to expect. It’ll be ok I tell myself. Wait why has the car stopped.
I open my eyes and gape at the big white building standing behind the black and golden gates. What the… the gates slowly and automatically open, I beam my eyes at a grey oval in the middle of the bars and the engraved name Hunter fancily written on it. My eyes dart back to the house and my mouth hangs open as if a string was pulling on my jaw. Where the hell am I… heaven! Once the driver parks the car on the tiled ground I step out of it and analyse the beautiful surrounding I see before me.
I take in the green well trimmed grass that grew on each side of the house and the tile that laid on top of it leading the steps to maybe the garden, the spring colourful plants that are decorated around the patio and the sides of the house, the tall immaculate bricked fence that surrounds and protects the building, oh my, the trees that stands tall behind the house. I can see the shiny apples hanging off the branch of the trees, I swear I’ve never seen apples look so clean and so red . Mmm god they look so juicy. Then the house, oh dio! The exterior of the house is decorated in white bricks, and the roof isn’t made of black bundle sticks like the ones back at home oh no they are decorated in gray squared tiles, they look so tough and clean. The windows of the house are shaped in rectangles, three at the bottom and three at the top. The grey marbled step at the front porch of the house is exceptionally wide and has ficus plants on each side. I sigh, this place oh my, oh my. I‘ve never seen anything like it maybe in magazines but never with my own two eyes.
The driver opens the grey door. I step into the house, I stand in the hallway and see young looking maids scattered around the house dressed in red cotton knee length dresses and their hairs neatly quaffed back. One is dusting, one is brushing, and one is holding a bucket of water in her hand. I sign, oh my how the hell will I fit in. The inside of this house is large filled with unknown people, the floors are decorated in silver marbled tiles, the walls are painted white and god, everything looks so perfect and spacious. I blink my eyes bashfully and ask myself who the hell owns this work of heaven. One of the workers escorts me to my allocated room. I am given a red uniform and I’m told to change into it. What the hell do I do? Will anyone tell me where I’ll go? Not even a single introduction yet oh god Ivran calm down this shouldn’t be hard.
I step into the red cotton dress and button them up. I stand in front of a square framed mirror flattening my long dark brown hair down. I argue with myself on whether I should pack it up or wear it down the way I usually do. I pinch my cheeks to add some colour to my porcelain skin and widen my dark green eyes to look as if I’m ready and awake though the bags underneath them didn’t help.
When I’m done one of the maids attends to me.
“Are you ready”, she asks in a high pitched tone, I recognise her accent she’s American. The maid is a young Caucasian girl with a light skin and brunette coloured hair.
I nod and trail behind her like a lost sheep.
“What’s you’re name”? My mind is off in la la land.
“You’re name”, the girl waits for an answer.
“Ivran, m-my name is Ivran”, I snap out of my daydream as we walk down the long flight of stairs.
“Oh that’s a very unique name”, she beams her brown eyes at me.
“Oh well hello Ivran, I’m Hattie, I’ve been here for two weeks and It took me days for me to know my way around but don’t worry I’ll help you if you want”, Hattie speaks extremely fast that I can hardly hear what she says but I still nod my head pretending like I know what she’s talking about.
“Graham says you’ll be working in the kitchen and clean for the week”.
“Graham”? I question.
“Yes, he’s the personal assistant to Mr Hunter here; if you’re stuck I’ll help you out”. I nod my head in response
“So Ivran where are you from”? She questions me
“Er, Italy”
“Ooo Italy that sounds nice which part”
“A v-village called Shalack”, I said trying to watch my step as I walk.
“Oh cool”, she smiles
Hattie and I reach the long hallway and enter the living room. Six maids are scurrying around the room trying to get from one place to another. I am confused and I try to keep up with Hattie.
“It’s very difficult to keep up here but you’ll get use to it, trust me”.
“You’ll start with scrubbing the tables and washing dishes but you’ll talk to Graham first. Just nod your head when he speaks, he chats a bunch full of shit”. I smile at Hattie’s confidence she reminds me of my best friend Kate back at home, such a chatterbox.
A tray of filled water in a glass cup and what looks like a rolled fish on the side was handed to me by one of the head maids, god the kitchen is so big that though everyone is tidying it it’s still not enough, I scan the place looking absolutely confused. What do I do with this? All the woman said to me was “To Mr Hunter”. Who the hell is Mr Hunter?
I awkwardly look at Hattie for help she whispers and directs me with her hand. “Walk straight down the hallway up the stairs, turn left and walk up three flight of stairs then when you reach the third floor walk straight down, the brown door at the end is the room”, she whispers.
“The sexy piece of god in that room is Mr Hunter”, she adds. I’m puzzled her words are jumble in my ear, I’m not even sure if I knew what she fully said. I walk towards the hallway with the tray shaking in my hand; god the weight of the glass is heavy. I slowly walk up the stairs carefully monitoring the jug of water, I must not drop this, I must not slip I say to myself as I’ve reached the third floor. Brown door, the whole passageway is filled with brown doors, she said walk straight down. I slowly walk to the brown door at the end.
I reach my destination with the tray held tightly in palms so hard that I feel them sweating. Oh I must not drop this. I balance the tray with all my might in my left and quickly knock on the door. I wait for someone to respond, oh come on! I impatiently knock again and with what felt like minutes the door opens. I walk slowly into the room keeping my eye on the jug and glass cup.
“I told you next week give me some time”, the man who allowed me in yells, he paces up and down in the middle of the medium sized room while a look of irritation is plastered on his face as he sternly talks on the phone. So this must be Mr Hunter! He looks about 24! God help me.
I still hold the tray in my hand not sure what to do with it, the man does not take notice of my presence in the room.
“YES, yes I know we’ve gone through this so many times”, the man shouts in his thick American accent.
He’s is tall about 6 ft and slender in size, his thick dark brown hair is slicked back neatly suiting his fair skinned face. His appearance is strong and prominent, his jaw sharp and masculine that when he turns I observe every aspect of his strong profile. He has a small well shaped nose and pink full lips with perfect white gleaming teeth when he opens his mouth. His eyes are wild brown so evident and bright that it bought out the splendour in his face especially when his brows furrow together. He glances at me then looks away, the man’s face is so incredibly defined that I am taken aback by how young and attractive he is I mean he is very, very attractive that it almost seems weird, weird because his features are so distinct and almost too flawless, all the boys in my village I’ve set my eyes on are snotty and boyish but he is godly, a prince charming. I marvel at the muscular beauty of him and the way his black t-shirt clings to his arms and his revealing Pectorals. He’s like a male model, a dark angry, fierce male model, mmm my mind admires what it sees.
He runs his fingers through his brown hair and stomps his foot angrily causing me to wince in fear that I’ll drop this tray anytime soon if he doesn’t tell me what to do with it.
I notice a glass table placed beside him, I cannot hold this any longer so I slowly walk to the table with the man’s back turned to me. I’m steadying the tray as much as I can. No! The chain attached on the side of my dress is caught on a hook beside the table. I vigorously yank my body forward and before I realize what happened unexpectedly the man turns around colliding into me with the tray between us and the jug of water pours over his clothes, the glass jug and his phone smashes to the ground and his rolled fish is thrown on his white rug permanently staining it. My eyes widens horrified at what I had just done.
“I-I I’m so sorry”, I shriek
“What the hell have you done”, the man shouts as he throws his hands in the air.
“I-I”, is all I managed to say.
“Are you crazy or are you blind what the hell is wrong with you”.
I quickly reach out to take a tissue on the table and without thinking I begin to wipe his shirt.
“Can you not see where you are going, what the hell are you doing”!
“I didn’t I mean-it was an accident”
“An ACCIDENT what I’ll do to you will be an accident if you don’t get the hell of off me”! I hear him grit his teeth.
I panic, oh dio. This man is mad really mad. “I’m I’m sorry”, I desperately plead with him.
“I’m wet look at what you done”. My body jolts at his fierce temper, I don’t know what to do. I cover my face with my hand appalled at my lack of carelessness.
“Well don’t just fucking stand there”! He exclaims.
I jump again and swiftly reach out to take another tissue and without making eye contact at him I begin to wipe it over his groin where the water soaked him despite the fact that I look as if I am rubbing the man’s penis through his grey pants. Oh god, can this get any worse.
“I’m so sorry mr, here, it- it will come off”, I wipe then dab.
“Will you get off of me I’m capable of doing it myself”. He snaps and grabs
my wrist, I feel my cheek burning a hot red colour, what did he want me to do. Gosh I’m so stupid, if only this man will stop yelling like a teenager throwing a damn tantrum, it was an accident. He grabs a white towel from the bed and wipes his shirt.
“W-what kind of joke is this”? He looks up at me with disgust all over his face.
His brown eyes glare at me, I feel so embarrassed and so small that all I want to do is hide in my hair.
“Look at me, look at what you’ve done all because you couldn’t do a simple task of placing the tray on the table”!
I feel like a small child being told off by this man. Gah so bloody superficial it’s just water come to my village and if you get pigs manure chucked all over your clothes it wouldn’t be a big deal!
“I’m, I’m sorry”, my voice cracks, feeling so intimidated when I’m normally the complete opposite. It’s my first day and I have already made a bad first impression.
“Get out of my sight”, he dismisses me and angrily turns his back to me. My conscience wants to forcefully chuck the jug’s pieces of shattered glass at the back of his head. I recoil from the thought and exit the room leaving my mess on the floor.
2.
“His name is Mr Hunter, I don’t know his real name”, Hattie says to me as we wash the dishes and she informs me about him.
“I met him on my first day he welcomed all the maids that are working here, he didn’t seem snappy or rude, he doesn’t say much”
“Who is he, I mean what does he do”, I ask
Hattie cleans the dish before she answers with a huge grin on her face.
“I dunno, we know nothing about Mr Hunter except the fact that he is filthy stinking rich, this mansion we’re staying in, he owns it, must be a billionaire or something”. I’m working for him! Crap!
“Are you serious”, horror takes over my voice
“Yeah”, she beams
“He’s not v-very nice”, I whisper.
“I don’t know anything about that”, Hattie moves in closer to me with a mischievous grin on her lips.
“But one thing for sure, he is very good looking and young if he wasn’t my boss I’d totally sleep with him”, she squeals.
“We hardly ever see him around the house, he must be a very busy man I don’t think he’s married but god the things that I’d let that hunk do to me”, she flashes her teeth. I cringe.
“We have to work, for him”? I ask trying to hide the disgust in my voice whilst I wash the dishes.
“Yes, well we are so lucky I’d do anything to stare at that man all day”, she giggles.
“Give it a day and I’d be fired”, I mutter to myself.
“You need to get on his good side apparently he pays well” I consider myself sacked already, I had to be so stupid and pour water on my own boss.
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I unpack my carrier bags of clothes and fold them into a clothes holder er wardrobe. God, I’ve never had a wardrobe before and to think my clothes will remain neat and secure in it made me even more fascinated. After I’ve picked my last cloth I see a picture of the twins and I smile at their chubby little faces. I’m still hurting for having to be away from home but I didn’t mind working in this place called heaven, I don’t know anyone but this place beats the village back home.
I kiss the picture and silently pray that my staying here will not be difficult.
I stand in the middle of the room and study it’s beauty, never in my life will I posses something so clean and warm, I share with Hattie and two other maids that I’ve not been acquainted by but god for the four of us it may be realistically average size but to me it’s big, really big. I have my own bed well it’s more of a bunk bed and it has a mattress soft and full-size. The walls are painted white giving the room a very plain but soft look, there is an en suite bathroom at the side of the room and a decent sized mirror hanging on the wall and a dresser table is placed beside the bunk beds, I love it. I hop into my bed and fall slowly asleep hoping that today will be all but forgotten.
“We don’t have to fetch water to shower there’s hot water already there”, Hattie tells me.
I’m standing underneath the shower with my eyes closed and my head pressed back to the wall. Ah this is wonderful. I was confused about how I was going to have my morning bath and when I asked Hattie where the nearest well for water here is she laughed so hard until she resulted to tears.
“So it will always stay this hot”? I curiously ask. Hattie is near the sink brushing her teeth.
“Yes, God Ivran where are you from”, she giggles.
“Where I come from they don’t have showers and water this hot”.
“You like it”
“Yes”, I sigh letting the sensation of the warm water take over me.
“So what would you have to do every morning”? She asks
“I’d walk all the way to the local well with a bucket and fill it at least twice”
“Is it far?”
“At least ten minutes away”
“Ten minutes”! I hear her shout with disbelief in her voice.
“Yes”
“That’s long away from home, all for a bath”
“Yes, it’s not a problem”
“Is the water even warm”
“Only from a certain time, if I don’t make it the water will turn cold for the rest of the day”
“Wow and you cope with that”?
“I’m use to it”, I shrug my shoulders
All the maids assemble in a lounge room big enough to host a party in it.
From what I’m told we are aloud to stay in here until our due time for work.
I sit casually and view the strangers around the room.
“You know what I’m so hungry why can’t we skip breakfast and get straight to lunch”, one of the maids sitting opposite me with a foreign accent complains.
“Gah you’re so greedy Sarah it’s no wonder why you’re overweight”, a maid who looks of a Latino descendant snaps at her.
I crease trying to contain my laugher when I see Sarah’s face turn crimson and her lips quiver as if she’s about to sulk.
“Well excuse me for being hungry I don’t get as much food from the village I’m from”, Sarah pouts.
“You’re from a village”, Hattie beams. “I’m from a village” “Infact Ivran is from a village too”, she points at me. God no. I mentally sigh.
“Really”, says a tall slender Caucasian girl.
“Where”? She addresses me.
“Erm Shalack in Italy”
“I bet it’s full of poor people”, she nods her head. I blink awkwardly at her.
“Hannah that is so rude just because she’s from a village doesn’t mean she’s poor”, Hattie butts in.
“Erm actually I am”, I stupidly say.
Hattie turns to me and furrows her brow
“Well I tried to defend you”, she whispers.
“Oh don’t worry about it most of us here are from poor overpopulated villages”, Sarah shrugs.
“So what kind of name is Ivran”, one of the maids asks me. I’m getting self conscious will all their eyes glued to me, it disturbs me.
“Erm my grandma named me, I don’t know what it means”
“Mmm it’s a very weird name”, Hannah nods her head.
“Thanks”, I whisper. I want to frown at her forwardness.
“So what’s your story I’m here because apparently I’m lazy and my parents can’t put up with me anymore”, the Latino maid crosses her arms.
“Mmm I wanted to get away from them and save up some money to buy a house but I know that is never going to happen now but maybe someday”, Hannah sighs.
“What about you”? Hannah addresses me.
“M-me”, I point to myself.
“Yes”. I felt rather uncomfortable with sharing my reason for being here with strangers. I swallow heavily and entwine my fingers together.
“Erm I need some money for my family so I was sent here”
“By your parents”? A ginger haired maid asks me.
I nod my head.
“What about you Hattie”? Hannah asks
Hattie blinks with surprise in her brown eyes as is she was caught off guard by Hannah’s sudden question.
“You‘ve never told us why you are here”
I watch Hattie uncomfortably swallow like she is gulping down a lump in her throat.
“Er the same reason as you”. She appears discomfited for a brief second, guiltily even, as if she is possibly hiding something.
“You know what I don’t understand”, a ginger haired light skinned girl stands up and strolls toward the centre of the room.
“Why is everyone here poor or from some sort of village”?
“Yeah that’s what I don’t get”, Sarah adds.
“As if loaded people would work for him”, a girl laid on the floor inputs.
“Maybe Mr Hunter has a thing for poor girls”, the Latino girl smiles.
“Yeah you never know he might be the one to rescue me from poverty and we’d live happily ever after”, Sarah stares at the ceiling day dreaming.
Simultaneously everyone in the room bursts out with laughter pointing at her. The girls squeal so loud they can no longer hold their stomachs; they all thrash their head back and struggle for breath as they laugh at the girl. Sarah’s face turns in to the colour of a red tomato; embarrassment is evident on her face.
“Stop laughing at me”, she whines.
“Oh as if”! Hannah grins.
“You really think Mr Hunter will go for you er hello have you seen him”, a blonde haired maid chuckles.
“You never know it could happen”, Sarah replies.
“Yeah, if he was drunk or visually impaired”, the Latino girl bellows.
I crease at their rudeness towards Sarah holding in my giggles.
“Haven’t you thought of this maybe he just wants to help us poor people so we are able to better our lives and in return we work for him”, The blonde haired girl says.
“Yeah. He is such a nice man”, the ginger haired girl twists her hair around her finger with a smile on her lips.
“I know”, the Latino sighs.
“Yes” Sarah says “But I mean it if he ever needs me for love or for any_
She doesn’t finish her sentence everyone including me this time cackles at the overweight red faced girl whilst she covers her face with her hair in shame.
Hattie, I and the other maids are in the kitchen dusting and cleaning, I am washing a pile of dishes in the sink. I smile at the warm bubbles foaming around my hands. I turn the tap on and the cold water splashes everywhere soaking me and the surrounding. Shit, I hold onto the extended tube and reach for the tap and like a senseless person I am I don’t know how to turn it off! I shriek and turn for help, one of the maids stands behind me. I’m loosing grip of the tube and with it still clasped in my hands the water splashes all over her face. The tap is too tricky I don’t even remember how I turned it on in the first place.
“Oh my god what the hell”, she yells in her thick foreign accent wiping the water from her face.
“I-I don’t know how to turn it off”, I yell.
“Ivran the tap”, Hattie points to it.
The girl is drenched and I am struggling.
“I’m trying”
“Ivran the tap”, she yells again
“I-I don’t know how”, I shout back.
Hattie runs to the tap and pushes on the handle until it is finally off, I drop the tube and realize that I am soaked all over too.
“You stupid bitch”, the foreign maid launches at me Hattie jumps in front to restrain her.
“Hay pack it up it was an accident”, Hattie defends me.
“I don’t care, couldn’t you see, are you fucking blind”, the maid shrieks at me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it”, I stand back not willing to fight this girl.
“You didn’t mean it are you that dumb that you don’t know how to work a bloody tap”
“You need to calm down she said she’s sorry”, Hattie pushes her back. The girl glares at me heavily panting up and down after barking like a mad dog. Hattie stands in the middle of us whilst the maids in the room watch after us and snicker.
“I don’t care”, she hollers.
“What the hell is wrong with you”?
“I said I didn’t know”, I am beginning to get frustrated.
“You didn’t know of course you wouldn’t know, stupid “, she throws her hands in the air. Ok, she is being unreasonable now.
“Excuse me”, I scowl at the girl.
“Ivran just leave it she’s not worth it”, Hattie whispers to me. I do everything I can to keep my composure because a great part of me Is on the verge of loosing it.
“Urgh. Fool”, she stomps her foot and walks away.
“Don’t worry about her, she’s a jackass”, Hattie turns to me.
“I never meant it”
“I know Gretchen is a bitch, one that holds powerful grudges, just stay away from her and don’t get in her way”, she warns.
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I sigh, I’m already feeling homesick I have not contacted my mother since I’ve been here and even if I wanted to I don’t know how, I have not spotted one phone around the house nor have I been offered to call my family the only thing I can do for entertainment is read my favourite book War Horse translated in Italian other than hearing the two maids who I’m not familiar with arguing over someone stealing their hairbrush.
I awkwardly leave the room and reach the lounge spotting the pretty green back garden with the spring flowers, I desperately wish to go out there and touch them, the courtyard looks well decorated and unbelievably wide. I see Mr Hunter and Graham standing in the middle of the courtyard, Mr Hunters face is hard and undeniably harsh. He towers over Graham whilst he stands there looking small and controlled, I frown at how punitive Mr Hunter looks as he points to Graham, he’s full of authority and brusqueness. Of course he’s going to be mean he owns the whole fricking house. Graham is Caucasian, his grey hair matches with his unnerving thick eyebrows and his eyes. He’s average height, wears black glasses and looks the age of sixty.
Mr Hunter walks into Graham’s face squaring his broad shoulders and standing there with the most intimidating posture. He grips the corners of his lapels, Graham doesn’t move as Mr Hunter speaks, it looks as if he’s threatening him and Graham has to accept it. I know I shouldn’t be looking but I’m eager to know what they are talking about and why Mr Hunter has to be so so confronting. Graham is old enough to be his father or granddad even. It’s disgusting to see much guts he has to behave like this.
Hattie says he’s a nice man, the image of him stomping his feet like an adolescent throwing tantrums said otherwise.
He walks off, I turn to bolt out of the kitchen so he’s wouldn’t notice me and with lack of double vision I forcefully hit my pelvis on the side of the counter urgh!. I instantly feel the throbbing pain stinging in my area.
I hunch my back over holding my injured spot and run out of the kitchen.
It’s night time and I have this sudden urge to pee, I get off the top bunk of my bed before I burst and lunge for the toilet. I open the bathroom door and find my roommate Clara laying on the toilet seat her bleach blond hair is ruffled with strands of them spewing over her pale face. Her slender body is hunched over and her neck is slanted to the side with her blue eyes bulging wide out. Her legs lay separated in a very revealing posture and her night gown is all ruffled up. I stop in my tracks and gape at her. She doesn’t move, she stays in the same spot still like a statue. I furrow my brows at her. What the hell , she doesn’t blink, I’m not sure if this is some sort of sick joke that the girls play here but it isn’t funny, her mouth is hung open with saliva drooling freely from the corners of her lips as her arms swing loosely by her side. She still does not blink, not once. I walk slowly towards her, her big blue eyes gawks weirdly at me. I tap the girl lightly on the shoulder.
“Excuse me”, she doesn’t move. I blink confoundedly, what the hell.
I bow to my knees and analyse the immobility in her body.
“Clara”? I tap her harder.
Again she doesn’t move. My bladder is beyond full and I’m on the verge of wetting myself. I bend down and touch her pulse, holy shit, it’s not active. Crap she’s not breathing. I gasp taking my finger off her and ogle fearfully at the lifeless girl.
“Ugh”, I fiercely scream, her body twitches unexpectedly and collapses over mine. I am buried underneath her. I use my might to push her off of me kicking and yelling but she doesn’t budge, her heavy weight crushes my chest and yet she looks me directly in the eye not moving not blinking. I scream desperately and punch her forcefully in the gut and knock her off of me. She rolls to the floor hitting her head. My breathing accelerates, I feel the hairs on my arms stand on edge and the wetness of my underwear which is now suddenly soaked with my urine. I get up and run heading to the room yelling for the girls to awake from their deep slumber.
“W-what is it”, Hattie scratches her eyes.
“C-come quick I-its Clara”, I panic.
“What”, the other maid on her bunk says.
“The bathroom, come quick it’s Clara”
Hattie and the other maids roll off their beds and run to the bathroom.
“Ivran what is it”? Hattie says holding her hands up with frustration.
What does she mean what is it?
I run into the bathroom.
“Is this some sort of joke”, the other maid snaps.
Both of them stare at the ground, the ground I saw Clara lay lifelessly on
is precipitously unfilled. My eyes swell out of its sockets, I squeal dramatically.
“Ivran what are you talking about”, Hattie gapes at me as if I am psychotic.
I know what I am talking about she was right there, right there!
“Right there”, I shriek.
“For god sakes is this what you do in your country play practical jokes on people”, the other maid furiously glares at me. This isn’t a prank I saw her, I have my soaked dress to prove it.
“S-she s-sh”, I can’t even find the words to speak. I point at the ground and repeatedly look at it as if she’d appear. “She was right t-there”, I stammer
“Really Ivran you wake us up at night only to play jokes”, Hattie sighs.
“What a bloody attention seeker”, the other maid mumbles.
“I-I’m not lying”, I furiously shake my head and look around the bathroom. I run to the bath and pull the curtains aside to make sure she is there. This couldn’t be happening.
“Ivran”, Hattie calls.
“Ivran”, she says again.
“No she was right here”
“Oh for the love of god”,
“Can’t you see she’s sick”, the other maid snaps.
“There is nothing here Ivran”, Hattie says.
“Right this is a joke I’m going back to bed”
The other maid huffs and walks out of the room.
Hattie watches her leave and shakes her head disappointedly at me.
I stand there wide eyed and baffled as ever.
“Ivran”, she sighs. “Is there something you want to talk about”, she whispers.
“I mean do you have an illness or a disability that you need to inform me about”. I look at her with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Is this girl crazy?
“W-what”?
“Are you sick don’t worry I promise I won’t tell anyone”, she touches her chest as a gesture of her ridiculous pledge.
“No n-no I am not sick”, I shout offended, frustrated that she thinks that. “Hattie you have to believe me she was here m-my”, I point to my soaked night gown. Hattie diverts her eyes to it, her pupils suddenly widen as she sees the big patch in my gown.
“Don’t worry things like this happen”, she weakly smiles at me. Oh she thinks I have conditions with my bladder NO! I am using this as proof.
“I’m not lying I’m s-saying the truth, this proves”_
“I won’t tell anyone ok if you don’t want them lot to know consider me a friend”, the corner of her lips forms into a smile, her eyes fill with sympathy for me as if I needed it.
“I’ll see you in the morning”, she says as she walks off.
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The day goes past and the more I think of last night the more I come close to the decision where I do not want to stay here anymore. I want to contact my mother I want to I dunno change rooms or possibly scrub myself over and over again to stop feeling the touch of the dead girl. Filth sprayed all over my body is better than her dead skin. For the first time in a long time I am spooked so spooked that I can’t get her pale face out of my head. No one spoke about Clara they went on as if nothing happened, they didn’t even realize that she has disappeared, I desperately wanted to bring it up, tell the maids what I saw but I didn’t have the courage to. I continue with my work and I am left with her face clouding my thoughts.
I am told to serve Mr Hunter…again. I do not want to see him after the last incident, when the head maid hands me a tray of nuts and a plate of pasta on the side it doesn’t feel heavy but the weight of apprehensiveness on my shoulders feels like I am about to drop it. I do not want to face Mr Hunter, he is so intimidating and so… masculine, wait what does that have anything to do with the situation. I angered him the first time I met him I really don’t need to repeat that again but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s unnecessarily scary. I walk up to his room and knock twice, no one answers. Oh here we go again.
I knock once more and I begin to get irritated, perhaps no one is in the room. I twist the door knob and enter the room there is no one here, I contemplate on whether I’m supposed to enter without his consent.
I step in and place the tray down on the brown wooden table and marvel at the room, it’s so big for one person I can hardly believe that Mr Hunter stays here by himself, I wish I stayed here on my own it’s slightly simple but at the same time modern and cosy. I notice the ceiling to the room is certainly high and designed with little white spirals, the curtains are drawn making the room look darker than it should and the brown drawers are matched with it along with the mirror frames and headboard. Wow I really should get out of here but everything is so pretty. I see a big wardrobe beside the brown drawers, maybe it’s a walk- in wardrobe, its exterior is so big, a large mirror is nailed on its door. I look at my reflection and cringe, god I look like an awful mess.
It’s well decorated with a gold rectangle cut frame surrounding it and floral patterns designed on it and going around it, the corners are carved into semi arches and had- I think what looked like gold glitter discreetly sprinkled on the edges.
Whoa it must have cost a fortune for some pretty mirror . I walk towards it and stand in front of it. I really want to appreciate its beauty, I reach out and touch the frame. My mouth hangs open with awe. I stroke it slowly like I’ve never felt anything so precious before. It’s so smooth and shiny and- and glossy. I slide my fingers down to touch the golden apple shaped door knob and it feels the same as the pretty frame, I wonder what is in here. My fingers twitch. I have the urge to open it to see if inside is just as beautiful as the out. It’s probably overflowing with shiny clothes maybe Er what’s it called, Gucki, Doke and Gahana or oo-oo Chantell, god I’m so nosy.
Oh it’s only for a split second, it’s not like I’m going to steal anything. I hold on tightly to the door knob fighting the temptation to twist it. I give in and twist the knob.
“AH”! I flinch for the life of me witnessing the reflection of his stone cold hardened face standing behind me and his brown eyes screaming bloody murder at me. My eyes bulge with terror. Cazzo Santo ! My thought screams. In other words Holy Fuck!
“What... are you doing… Here”, his voice is acidic and low. I turn to face him as I quiver within.
“I-I”, I feel my lips shake uncontrollably.
“I came t-to drop your food”, I point to the tray. Mr Hunter’s jaw fiercely tightens and his hands ball into a tight fist, he doesn’t move his head, his eyes remain sinisterly scary, he harshly glares at me. The rest of his body stays still only his lips move
“I never....told...you...to...come in”, he grits his teeth,
“You-y-you were not here so I e-entered”, the lump in my throat is obvious. I feel the hairs on my body stand up, fear courses through me whilst the silence falls between us. Mr Hunter pauses then locks his jaw, his Addams apple bops as he fiercely swallows and his lips twitch. He squares his shoulders and takes slow intimidating steps towards me and unconsciously with anxiety inside me I step back.
“You had no right to step foot in my room without me being here”, He scowls at me
“You... dared to come in and touch my stuff”, he walks forward I step back he steps forward, I step back. He looks beyond scary and evilly possessed, I can’t help the alarm that is apparent in my eyes; I want to run far away from him.
“I don’t care what the situation is” he steps forward, I step back.
“Don’t you ever in your poverty stricken life step one inch of your foot in here without my knowledge”.
My back reaches the draws, I am trapped, his tall frame towers over me with hardly any space left between us.
“I swear on your life, if you do you will pay”. My lips part open taken aback by his threatening posture.
He peers his face at mine so close that I can see the murderous glare in his eyes, I can smell his sweet cinnamon breath filling my senses. His whole demeanour vastly changes into something more terrorizing, murderous, his skin turns colder and paler, his brown eyes widens as they powerfully hold my gaze without a blink, he bares the top of his white teeth while his lips faintly slants to the left side and his top lip scarcely quivers, he places his right hand on the wall behind me hunching over and surrounding me with his menacing tall posture, he looks like a monster! A malicious, brutal monster. My body pauses; oh dio! A gasp leaves my mouth at the face I see before me.
“Get....the fuck...out...of my... room ”. His voice is as low as a whisper, I feel myself wince in response. He slowly steps back keeping his gaze on me. I can’t find my legs; I stumble over my feet forgetting how to walk. With all the little power I have I rush out of the room not daring to take a second glance behind me…
3.
I can’t get his face out of my head. I am certain that I want to leave, I cannot stay here any longer because if I do each day I will only be shivering in my underwear whenever I have to see him, for the second time lucky urgh why am I such an idiot then again I should not have been rummaging around his room, I should have just dropped the tray and left rather than just stay there and play Sherlock frickin Holmes, oh god. I put my face in my hands and think of what happened, how evil he looked, me possibly being killed by his devil stare. I am right about him he is such a weirdo or worse a freak “I swear on your life, you will pay”. What the hell did that mean? What could he be possibly hiding in his room that he could threaten me with my life? The coldness of his face the way each muscle in his jaw tensed he looked far from being human, urgh, I shudder I could not believe how terrified I was no one absolutely no one had sacred the life out of me or threaten me with such intensity the way this unreasonable creature did. Back at home I’ve always been tough like rock, it was hard for me to even fear anything but ever since I stepped foot into this mansion it’s like things are starting to slowly change.
It’s Friday night, already four days I have been here. The maids and I have to set up the dinning and lounge room, it’s the biggest in the house. Mr Hunter is throwing a dinner party with his work colleagues so we have to make the place spotless. When we are done we change into black silk clothing pants and shirt to look formal since we will be serving all night.
It’s 8:30 pm and the massive lounge is packed with a lot of stuck up snobby ass people who only got bitchy when their food didn’t suit their
taste, of course they are snobs dressed in formal designers.
“Caviar”? One of the maids asks. The visitor retrieves it and places it in her mouth not saying thank you just giving stupid posh nods and fake smiles.
I’m also serving Caviar, whatever they are called they are small but look tasty I’ve never tried them before so as no one is looking I discreetly chuck one into my mouth. I choke on the first bite.
Oh, Urgh, what the hell this tastes like shit! I spit it into my palm screwing my face up at the taste, how can these people like this stuff!
“Urgh dumb rich people”, Hattie complains to me.
I laugh at her comment, they seem beyond that.
“I mean what’s the difference between Champagne and fricking Chardonnay they’re all the same, well they sound the same”
“I wouldn’t know”, I smile, I’m glad Hattie is talking to me. Ever since the incident with Clara Hattie has been regarding me with sympathetic smiles and was cautious with the things she said when she spoke to me. My thoughts didn’t allow me to surrender. I know what I saw but I didn’t push the situation any further.
“See that woman with the dodgy wig”, Hattie points at a middle aged woman wearing a red long sleeved dress.
I nod
“She keeps bullshitting about how her whine isn’t”, Hattie puts on an elderly voice.
“Sparkly and sweet enough”. she mimics, god Hattie is so hilarious just like my friend Kate back at home.
“Mmm, god he’s so sexy”, Hattie’s eyes stare straight ahead with pure lust in them.
“Who”, I turn my head and find Mr Hunter walking through the threshold.
“Look at him in that suit. Gah he’s so ravishing”, Hattie moans.
“Erm”, I say suddenly getting anxious
“Erm, what do you mean erm he’s like a sex god”
“We- we better get back to serving before he catches us standing here”, I take another glance at him; he’s dressed in a black fitted suit and white shirt, his dark brown hair is neatly quaffed back looking all fancy and formal. He smiles warmly to his guests with each one he approaches.
“Yeah maybe we should”, Hattie replies.
I serve the guests whilst keeping my eyes on Mr Hunter. I don’t want him to see me, I dread of having to serve him.
“Excuse me”? I turn my head, a middle aged wrinkle faced woman is speaking to me oh crap I wasn’t listening.
“So how many multiple calories are in this snack”? She points to the food. Multiple what? What the hell are calories just eat the damn food!
I nod my head pretending like I knew what she’s saying.
I see Mr Hunter talking to a few senior men, it’s weird I don’t understand how he can have friends and how the people he’s talking to are so ancient despite how young he is and on top of that how could they be so comfortable around him . I am curious to know the occupation of these people as they seemed so full of power with their expensive looking suits and debonair dresses.
After I am done serving one group of people a bald headed old man hands me his jacket. I see Mr Hunter walking towards the left side of the room that I am on, oh crap.
“Dear would you mind if you grab me a glass of champagne”, the bald man says in his posh British accent.
“Y-yeah”, I stammer as I watch Mr Hunter walk towards us.
“Can you make sure it’s warm rather than chilled”, he continues.
“Y-yeah”, I huff and make a turn.
“Oh dear also can y_
I ignore the man and scurry back to the kitchen. I cannot go back in there not when he is there. I sigh. There is a tray of whine glasses with yellow liquid in them. I dunno what it’s called scampagne or whatever Hattie calls it. I’ve never tried alcohol before although I know what it smells like because my father was a hopeless drunk. He’d often come back home with the strong stench of alcohol on his breath.
I grab a glass and have a sip. It actually tastes like..... SOAP, urgh what is this, yuck! I place it back down wiping off my lip stain on the glass.
I go to hang up the old man’s jacket in the cloak room. I enter the room and immediately see the back of Gretchen’s head. Her hands pull out some gold jewellery from the pocket of the visitors coat and into hers she turns her head and jumps acknowledging my presence in the room.
“What are you looking at”? She snaps fiercely. Her eyes widen with shock, shock that she just got caught.
“What, you came to spy on me”, she shouts.
“Erm”, I hold up the man’s coat.
“Yeah well you ought to knock before you enter”
“Excuse me”, I retort
“You better keep your mouth shut and not say anything”
My jaw angrily locks together; I’m not going to stand for this crap.
“And what happens if I don’t”
She swallows heavily her lips quivering not knowing what to do.
“Oh trust me you do not want to mess with me. You don’t know what I’m capable of”.
I mentally snort at the imbecile.
She bumps past me looking all flabbergasted and heated. I shake my head and chuckle at the girl; thieving off the guests....she can’t even do it properly. I walk to the peg to hang up the coat, the feel of is so soft it’s like cotton. I place it on the peg and suddenly feel a light moisture across my forehead. I wipe it off and observe the liquid, my brows furrow at the crimson colour. I