Pleasuring the Maid

***Ava****

My alarm went off at exactly 9 AM, I wasn't supposed to report to work until 11 so I still had time to do my chores. But instead of leaving the comfort of my bed, I lay on my back on the old bed. My body was covered half way from my waist down by a grey duvet that was quite tattered with a few holes in it. My sleep filled eyes remained glued on the old rickety ceiling. I let my gaze trace the barely invisible patters on the wooded ceiling, while my mind drifted to my unworthy life.

I didn't understand why I was left alone in this world. I couldn't help but think what if my mother had stayed home that day. Would she still be alive? What if my dad had been around, would I have been forced into this bitter loneliness?

I didn't have answers to the what ifs, and so I decided to stop my thoughts from wandering further. I threw the duvet off my body and stepped out of bed, I gracefully strolled to my small bathroom, the old wooden floor creaking under my bare feet. My bathroom was not fancy at all, just one shower head and a sink, no bathtub or big shower heads and multiple sinks. It was just what you'd expect an orphaned girl to live in. After taking a shower I put on a grey Tee, black sweats and black snickers. and strolled to the kitchen for breakfast.

My house was pretty small, one bedroom, with a small bathroom, a small kitchen and an equally small sitting room. But I was happy, I had a roof over my head, I had enough salary to feed me, I paid for water and electricity bills and I was able to pay for bus fare and that was all okay.

I missed my old place, the house where all the good memories I shared with my mother were made. It was impossible to forget such a lively and cosy place. A place where I learnt that true love wasn't a fantasy. My mum made sure to tell me every day that she loved me. I still remember the neighbourhood, it had a serene environment. Every house had flowers arranged on their front porches.

except for one boy but that was a bygone. I remembered how my mum would chastise me every time I left my dishes undone or when my bedroom

shout. 'Or you think your little thighs are not so little anymore for my fingers to

I fixed myself a mug of black coffee and sat on the couch in the sitting room. I didn't feel like cooking

my stomach. Bacon, waffles, pancakes name them. She was a great cook, making sure I was fed all the time. No doubt in my mind she would have forced them down my throat with a smile on her face. She was

the burial, and once it was all over and done with, they left. I could see it in their accusatory eyes, they blamed her death on me. That was a year ago, I was better now, I had learnt how to live with the pain. I never got to see my dad, heard that he dumped my mum once he found out that she was pregnant. They were both 18 then, but he just left her telling her that he wasn't ready and that he wanted to have fun and

that for a few minutes before finally wiping them off with the back of my right hand. The coffee was long forgotten and already cold. So I dumped it in the sink and picked up my phone and bag, locked the door and left for the bus stage. It was time to go to the Romans for work, but I was still wary of

school. Sometimes I wished that I had parents to pay for my college fees, I never went to college after highschool. But there was

today and I was glad that I would be alone in that mansion till 3 in the evening. I was not ready to face Bryson yet, so I would finish up my work and leave before they came back home. My only mission that day was to avoid him at all

leave it there for them to warm it up, when they felt like eating. After all they were not small kids to be spoonfed.

plastered on the hallways halls blended in with the crystal chandeliers that hung on the tiled ceiling. The lights were always on, even during the day. I loved how they usually illuminated on the pink walls their images reflecting on the gloss porcelain