Maid For The King | 2

5

ROSALIA

Sometime past 9, all the items were sold and the lady who paid the highest amount for the item was given a small token of appreciation.

Silvio told me that usually after the main part of the event, the people stayed to mingle and have some fun for a little while.

We, however, didn't staying for that part of the event.

The night air was crisp and cold as we stepped out of the main building, Silvio had given me his jacket to throw over me and I was eternally grateful.

The valet had the car waiting with the key already in the ignition and the car idling.

Silvio walked around and opened the door for me before sliding into the drivers seat and closing his door.

"Next stop, 17 Bluebell way." he joked, saying my address. I smiled but was too tired to do anything else. I yawned and leaned back into the warm leather seating.

"Who was that guy that sat next to you?" he asked and I shook my head. "I have no clue." I replied.

I yawned again, shifting to make myself more comfortable.
The smooth roar of the engine and soft shaking of the car, lulling me to sleep.

It was like one of those sleeps, where you closed your eyes and opened them again, time passing you by way too quickly. I was disorientated as Silvio shook me awake, feeling as if only one second had gone by since I fell asleep.

"We're here, want me to walk you in?" he asked but didn't wait for me to respond as he got out of the car and came around to open my door.

My dress had crept up to dangerous heights while I was asleep and I subtly pulled it down, but didn't miss Silvio's teasing smile. I gave him a short glare which only seemed to amuse him more.

I rubbed my eyes groggily and paused as I saw a few cars parked in my driveway.
Silvio looked to the direction I was staring before looking back at me.

"What's wrong?" he asked and I shook my head, worry growing in the pit of my stomach.
"N-nothing. I think my father may have a few friends over." I said, not able to hide the tremor in my voice.

Usually when he had them over, he was lying drunk on the couch and they were doing whatever they pleased to whoever they pleased. Thankfully I almost always managed to dodge them, but there's always that one time.

Silvio's eyes narrowed as he saw the slight fear in my expression. "Want to come home with me?" he asked and I shook my head.

"No, I wouldn't do that" I said, immediately shutting the idea down.
Silvio frowned and scoffed.
"Fine, let's go in and check out the vibe. If I don't like we're getting you some clothes and we're leaving." he said with finality, leaving no room for arguments.

I sighed and nodded my head, liking this plan a little more than the last one.

At least they wouldn't be able to hurt me like last time with Silvio here.

I walked to the front door and pulled it open softly, there, in the dining room there was a few men sitting around the table with cards in there hand, my father wasn't playing with them, thankfully.

I stepped in first and I saw all they're eyes dart to me.
My father didn't bother looking up though, he didn't even acknowledge me.

I tugged on my dress as I saw one of them men stand up with a smile on his face. "This your daughter?" he asked my father who merely grunted in response too drunk to catch the tone in the man's voice.

Before anything more could happen Silvio stepped in running a hand through his long hair. This time my father did look up, his eyes narrowing at the two of us.

"You pimping yourself now?" he asked me and just shook his head not waiting for me to reply. The other man had sat down again, his eyes on Silvio, cautiously watching him.

Silvio met the man's gaze with cold, blank stare, he pulled me back through the front door and closed it before looking at me.
" To your room Rosa, pack some things" he said before opening the door for me to lead the way.

I didn't move at first, but there was an impatience in his eyes that I had never seen with Silvio before.
He lifted my chin so that our eyes met and looked at me, his light grey eyes now seeming darker.

"Don't make me repeat myself." he said lowly and I gulped before quickly scurrying into my room, Silvio not far behind me.

When I got into my room, I blushed at the thought of Silvio being the first guy to ever be in here. Not even my father had come into my room before, or at least not while I've been around.

I quickly opened my closet and looked through it, taking a black skin tights and a over-sized t-shirt to sleep in. A tracksuit pants and a jersey for school tomorrow, a pair of takkies and my slippers. I grabbed some underwear shoving it in my bag alomg with a bra and socks before quickly going to the bathroom to get my toiletries.

It only took me 10 minutes to get everything I needed, all while Silvio lied back on my bed watching me pack everything. Once I was done I stood in front of him with my back pack of clothes, and my toiletry bag in my hands ready to go.

He stood up and took my other hand in his and led my to the front door. My father stood on the porch with a cigarette in his hand.

"Your mother would be disgusted if she saw you now" he said as Silvio and I walked past and I had to hold my breathe in an attempt not burst out in tears right in that moment, but I couldn't stop my eyes from clouding.

I stopped walking and turned back to look at him, letting out a deep sigh.
"Do you think she'd be proud if she could see you now?" I asked him.

After another second of us just standing there, Silvio tugged me to the car where we drove in silence.

The entire car ride, I hung my head in shame. Compared to Mr King, my father was horrible. He was nothing like a father should be.

I was embarrassed.

Embarrassed that Silvio had seen my father at his literal worse, drunk and high, embarrassed at how fucked my life was, embarrassed that now all my filthy laundry was now hung out for Silvio to see.

I felt vulnerable.

He now knew more about me than anyone else in the entire world, more than even Sophia. And for that I was absolutely terrified.

"Rosa" he said softly but I just shifted away from him, turning to look out the window as the tears ran down my cheek.

He sighed, but took the message. I didn't want to talk about it, not now or ever and certainly not with him.

A/N:
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