All Because of an Accident|

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Tissues & Maids
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HOURS HAD PASSED by now. I brushed Junior's teeth, changed him into a pair of light blue pajamas that had cloud patterns. He went to sleep with out complaining and I was beyond grateful.

I decided to head down to the kitchen seeing as it was almost eleven at night and I still hadn't eaten anything all day.

Weird thing was, I didn't feel hungry the whole day, not til I actually put Junior down for his nap.

As I walked through the quiet halls I made plans in my head. Plans to talk to Prince about my situation.

Will I be living here? What days do I get off if any at all? Is my life at risk?

The house was huge but quiet. Silence wasn't my favorable trait for it.

"Madam." I heard the familiar voice squeak once I finally reached the kitchen. Vivian stood in the dimly lit corner of the kitchen.

"You're here." I breath out, relived.

She slowly walked out the shadowed area, the light from the dim bulb that hung above the stove caressed her face as she walked closer.

I noticed fresher scars along her arms.

"Want to help me make some food? I haven't eaten all day." I smiled at her. She blinked at me before nodding.

As we moved around the kitchen, I flicked on more lights. We made dozens of foods that I couldn't eat by myself but I had a plan.

"Looks like I can't bring them all up to my room, mind helping me?" I asked as I carried a large tray of small dishes in my hands.

She realized what I was doing and quickly nodded as she grabbed her own tray.

She followed me up the stairs. We remained quiet as we walked.

Yesterday, when Prince showed me that room filled with all those monitors, I noticed he didn't put a camera in my current room. Weather it be because it was vacant before hand and he hadn't had the time to put one in it yet or because he wanted me to have a shred of privacy, I figured it would be the best place to have a private conversation with Vivian.

I held the tray with one hand as I pulled on the doors' handle. I let her go in first.

"Where would you like me to place these?" She asks quietly as she looks around the room.

"That desk please." I reply as I place my own tray on a small table by the door. I heard the quiet 'clink' of her tray land on the desk.

She tried walking out the door but I quickly shut it. She looked at me surprised and I gave her a small smile.

"Let's have that talk." I say soothingly.

I walk over to my bed and took a seat. She stood in front of the door as she watched my movements. I pat a spot in the bed beside me gently, signally for her to take a seat, too.

She hesitated with her steps, but soon enough sat next to me. Her body's posture was rigid and as stiff as a board.

What happened to her?

I slowly reach for her hand, this time she didn't pull away. She felt safe.

I grasp her hand in mine and we sat there in silence for a bit. I didn't do nor say anything, not wanting her to feel threatened.

When I heard small sounds coming from her, I looked up. Her eyes were on the brink of overflowing with salty tears, her bottom lip was quivering and her hand squeezed mine.

"They- they hit us." She said quietly.

I gave her a minute before asking any questions.

"Who hit you?" I ask. I tried to contain the anger and sadness in my voice, remaining neutral but caring.

She didn't respond.

"Prince?" I ask. When she shook her head I let out a shaky breath that went unnoticed. "Who? You have to tell me who so I can help you."

"I-if I tell you," Her sorrow filled voices turned to one of taut. "Then you'll be in harms way."

"It's okay, Vivian." She looked up at me when I said her name. The tears overflowed as the slid down her face. She sobbed silently and I hugged her.

Her tears landed on my white sweater but I didn't mind. She quieted her crying and pulled away.

"Are you ready to tell me who?" I ask again, hoping I'm not pushing it.

She nodded her head again as she contained herself. I grabbed the tissue box that sat idly on my nightstand. She pulled one out and wiped her tears, dampening the white material.

"His name is Marcus. He takes us maids and hits us. He does vile things to the younger ones and makes us swear to keep quiet." She began. "If we don't, he said he'll kill us and our families, making it seem like we never existed."

Her shaky voice gave out as she let out another round of tears.

"Please, I beg you, don't tell him." She cries to me.

My brain was processing this information but my face showed a muddled expression.

"It's okay, you don't have to be afraid. He'll get what he deserves." I whispered. She looked at me with wide eyes and nodded.

"Be careful." She advised in her brittle voice. I gave her another hug, which she reciprocated.

"It'll be okay, I promise you." I said in a calm voice.

My eyes narrowed in anger, my heart ached for Vivian and all these other girls and my head pounded at the new information.

Especially one fact.

Prince must know about this.