My heartbeat accelerated. The thought of what my punishment would be traumatized me. The man was pure evil and underestimating him would only make things worst. He had serious anger issues. Sometimes I wonder where he got it from my grandfather was loving and kind. Unlike my bastard of a father. The man expected perfection. The perfect family and the perfect life. One silly mistake would result in punishment. Both he and my mom don't get along well. My mom was a shopaholic while my dad invested his time in his mysterious job. My mom was scared to stand up to him so he was given the privilege to take advantage of her. She never protested about it. She always continues as if nothing has happened. She was no different from my dad. They both were fake. I entered my large spacious room with the maid trailing behind me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I get annoyed when my father forces them to do my chores. I'm sixteen and I'm ashamed of myself for not being able to whip up a simple meal to save my own life neither can I do my laundry without shrinking or giving my clothes a different color.
"You can stop following me around like a lost animal you know." I spun on my heels facing the terrified woman. She held her head low but she never opened her mouth.
"Are you mute or something?" I lifted my perfectly arched brows at her. She started to sweat profusely and her body trembled softly. She was terrified of something. Why though? After all, I was only one silly girl. What much harm could I do to a maid? We're there horns providing through my head?
"Are you going to say something?" I pursed my lips. Her ragged breath could be heard.
She was behaving weirdly and I was beginning to become terrified myself. I propped my hands on my hips before I proceeded to stride.
"Okay." I sighed.
I entered my elegant bathroom closing the door behind me and removed my clothes before starting the shower. My muscles felt tensed. I eagerly showered because I anticipated what my father would say to me. But at the same time, I was scared. I didn't know what exactly he would say or do. What if he found out why you were at the thrift shop in the first place? My subconscious asked. But I wouldn't even give him the tiniest of hint. So there was no way he would find out what I planned on doing this morning. I was clever enough to sneak out without his awareness so I could sum up a simple lie without him being aware. But I wasn't a good liar and the man was always good at reading me. It was like the man was a damn lie detector.
I exited the shower and dried myself with my baby blue towel then left the washroom. I narrowed my eyes at the servant girl who sat cozily at the edge of my bed. She looked dazed and tired. I cleared my throat and watched as she sprang up clutch g her chest.
"I'm so sorry." She apologized over and over again smoothing out the crease that formed on my duvet before straightening her posture and her head held low and hands behind her back like they were restrained. It was at that moment I felt pathetic for startling the poor thing. Her eyes were slightly red and dark circles were outlined under her eyelids as if she hadn't slept in days. She looked younger than the other maids in our household probably around my age.
Why was a child her age working by the way? My subconscious asked. Didn't she have parents?
"It's okay." I gave her a small smile.
She looked up at me with her dark brown orbs. It was at that moment I noticed how vacant and distant they looked. She nodded her head before her eyes landed on the floor as if something down there interested her.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Aurora." Her voice was small and mousey.
I sat at the edge of my bed and urged her to join. She hesitated until I said. "Come on I dont bite."
"How old are you Aurora."
"I-I I'm sixteen." She stumbled over her words.
My eyes flew open with realization. I felt bad for her. I had things easy but I didn't appreciate it. Her life was a complete nightmare because working for someone like my dad was the worst mistake anyone should ever consider making. That man was the devil himself but he was also trying to make ends meet. Unlike me, Aurora's dad was an alcoholic and her mom was a drug addict. They were both dependent on her for money thus she had to quit school to work for them.
A feeling I now know was anger invaded my body. Could parents that selfish still exist? I thought my parents were self-absorbed individually which they were kind of. But they had their reason for being the way they were. My heart burnt bitterly and her blood boiled with rage. I was not only furious with the girl's parents but also my dad.
Was he high on crack when he hired a sixteen-year-old girl as a servant? Not eighteen but SIXTEEN! I wanted to give him peace of my mind for being careless. I barged into the lion's den without knocking. I didn't care how he would react or behave. I just wanted to punch him in his big stone carved face dad or not.
My eyes nearly popped open when they made four with a set of blue ones. I thought my dad's face resembled that of a carved sculpture but this man proved otherwise. His blue orbs could freeze the entire universe. One stare and you would be lying in a body bag because you died of hypothermia.
"Thought we agreed on no kids." His voice was toneless.
"I'm sorry about that." My dad said.
I opened my ears just a bit more. Did my dad just apologize to the strange man? Get out of here.
"Darling what did I tell you about knocking and waiting until you received a response." He smiled down at me.
That was when the world didn't make much sense to me. That's when I believed we had a multi-universe and I just got sucked into one where my dad hires teenage girls as maids and he cracks a smile and he also knows how to apologize.