Chapter- 9

Vanessa's POV:

I stood by the stair case, actually I wanted to return to the servant's place. But Mr. Morris walked in with a girl and I stood there to greet them.

I hate to do this but I have to.

I greeted them, while the women dressed in short dress was handing to him, holding his hand. Mr. Morris was about to walk upstairs when He stood in front of me.

I gulped knowing nothing new was about to come. He said, "Bring something to eat and some drinks."

I said, "Yes, Master." I hate calling him that.

But since that day in his study I didn't show my face to him. I really tried to be unnoticed.

They walked upstairs, I subconsciously moved my hand through my hairs. I just wanted to lay down for a little.

I went to the kitchen asking the other maids to prepare the food. There are only few people allowed make food for him. Thankfully I usually help them, I am not asked to cook.

Still the maids know they are supposed to listen to me, because at last I am here to be on Martha's place.

But I am really going to end up alone, old with no family. Facts stands that I was always alone.

My feet are really killing me today. I said, "Kaya, take the food to Master."

I sat near the fountain freeing my feet from shoes. I massaged them a little. I feel weird today, like really tired. I hate this job more, he is going to pay me for this work, but with no freedom money is pointless.

I sighed, The fountain looks so lonely. What is point of all this. I am really sad, like the little joy I searched in my life vanished.

Only if I wasn't there on that night.

But, If I wasn't there what would have happened to Daniel. No, it's better this way.

I always suffer, little more suffering won't matter in my life'

I relaxed a little feeling the breeze on my skin. At least the wind is bring some comfort.

After sitting there for few more minutes, I went to my room. Room? You can't call them that. They are tiny spaces for each maid. They sure look like a room, at least they gave me my separate room, while some maids share.

Maybe because I am here to take Martha's place.

But I couldn't stay their long, someone knocked on my door, I opened it and Kaya said stuttering, "He-He is angry... He asking for you."

What happened?... When he brings women over, never ask anyone. He got few women her since I am here, each time a different one, he should be asking for privacy but why me?

Soon, I went towards his room. I saw the women from earlier walking holding her hand, walking behind Mr. Max. I noticed her hand was bleeding.

Her faced was in distress. I offered, "Miss, you need help."

Mr. Max said to me cold, "Master asked your presence, and no one will help her here...."

I was stunned, I whispered, "But... But she is injured... why?"

Mr. Max stated, "Maybe she thought she could be more than a W*ore here...." I was stunned.

They walked away.

So, I assumed right, he hate women.... He uses them but has no respect for them or their feelings.

What kind of monster he is?

I heard him say few days ago, 'Every women is same, waiting for a chance to betray.' He thinks of us so ugly.... Maybe they are the one who deserves to be betrayed.

I walked in his room after knocking, I don't know why he called me here.

I noticed the tension in the room, Mr. Morris looked at me with anger. He asked, "You think.... You can make decisions here" Like he was giving me a chance to fix my mistake.

I was confused, I was about to speak but no words came out of my mouth. I just shake my head in 'NO'.

How can I dare?

He said, "I asked you to bring the food.... Where were you!!!" I flinched.

I looked back at him, controlling my fear. I whispered, "I.. I was not feeling well, Mr.. Mr. Morris"

Why I took his name?... I was suppose to call him Master like everyone else.

He just looked at me blankly. He said, "I don't care!!!... You are suppose to take care of my everything! Did you forgot it!!!"

He grabbed my arm, pulling me close to him. I said, "Leave me!!"

His grip tighten. I said, "please... it hurts..."

His grip got lose, he furrowed as he asked, "Why your hands hot?"

I told you I am sick!!!

He touched my cheeks with both his hands, My heart caught speed. He said, "Vanessa, wait here" The way he said my name, made me wonder, what is so familiar with him.

I was trying to wipe my tears. He went to the cabinet and place something on my hand. He said, "You are not allowed take a leave, so if you were thinking that fainting with fever will get you that... then I won't even allow that."

I realized it was some meds. He turned to get his cigar, he said, "Tomorrow morning sharp 9, you are going on work with me."

Yea... he mentioned.

At least some fresh air would be nice.

I think maybe he concerned.

I took a step away from him as I heard him, "I don't want you to spread this stupid cold to any of my staff... or me"

I was hurt.

My subconscious reminded, 'Didn't you saw what he was doing to Daniel?... If he so cruel a kid then why would he care for his Slave.

I walked out of the room wondering, why all of this happened?

When I got back to my room after the work for the day was done, I could barely stand. This is the worst feeling being sick and had to work.

None of the maids are allowed to go till Mr. Morris had his dinner and goes to his room. Today Martha took the dinner to Mr. Morris room, he wanted to have dinner there.

I took the meds with shaking hands, I just want to drift in sleep. I wish I had a phone here. It would be nice entertainment. But it's busy all day and night that, I don't have time to use phone either... but I do miss that habit.

Tears rolled down my eyes as I whispered, "Am I going to live my life like this?.... As a prisoner..."

Maybe because I am not feeling well a memory of my parents flashed in my mind. I remember, when they were going to work, that day Mom made me French toast for breakfast, they were rushing to work. Dad stopped at the door and returned to place a kiss on my forehead, he said to we were going for a movie when they return then they never returned alive.

Tears rolled down my eyes.

Then once Grandma were sharing dinner with me like always since it was two of us. The next day she was dead in bed due to heart attack.

That's how I was left alone. I lost everyone.

But another memory flashed in front of my eyes, when I was 14, a ball came in our compound. Seth walked in to get it back. We were school friends, so I asked him why was he so careless. One word turned to two then a small fight. I called him something like 'Seth for Slow dumb' He snatched the ball saying back annoyed, 'And yea... what does Vanessa stands for? Vanessa for Nessa the Loch ness monster'

I chuckled a little remembering those days, it was so much better when I was kid. At least smiles were true.

But there is still question in my mind.... What happened to Seth?

At least I know Mom Dad and Grandma passed away... but that isn't in case of Seth...

I got under cover thinking, I am sick of seeing Seth's missing poster around that city. Not because I hate it, but because I hate that everyone failed.... A kid got lost forever.

I whispered slowly, "Rest in Peace Seth"

No one will accept it, but a missing 15 year old for 14 long years means dead.