Innocent ✔️

Twelve

Opening the door of my room, I locked it behind me and walked exhausted toward my bed.

This week was a really long week for me. It's been exactly seven days since Jackson's spit of words that made him regret it a day later. It was Monday. A week since I told Miss Robertson everything and she just listened carefully. Since than he had been avoiding me, taking his distance. Even Miss Robertson noticed how much he is been mean to everyone lately since he opened up to me and told me to forget it.

"Jackson is in reality a really nice boy," Miss Robertson started. "He is very caring and very mature but it's all because of his father."

"His father?" I said confused.

"Yes." She answered. "He always gives him a long speechs about how he should be harsh on everyone so no one could be able to brake his says. He had taught him to be mean to everyone to keep the name of the family up. He always said that the nice people are always the one under shoes, that everyone want to throw them out of their way to get what they want so they have to be those ones."

"Is it true, Miss Robertson?"

"What is, honey?" She said, sitting down on the bar, in front of me with her cup of coffee.

"That the nice people are always under shoes?" I said, thinking about no one but myself.

"No, honey. Nice people are above everyone's head. The ones that own real love not the fake one. The loved ones. The ones that get real compliments not lies to stay alive."

"Why is he doing this? Why Jackson has to listen to him?" I shook my head but stopped to listen to Miss Robertson's answers because of the distraction of my own thoughts.

She was right. They are hidden behind masks to keep their power up, scared they'd loose it if they didn't. Jackson is mean, yes, but I know who he really is.

Tuesday. It wasn't any better. It was rough but it started so good. I had a little of fun with Miss Robertson and Kyle. It was a sunny day. We got out in the garden of the mansion to cut the bad herbs but we ended up playing with water, throwing it all each other. I laughed, so loud, so hard than I knew I could. I laughed and I can't remember the last time I felt that happy. That free. I felt Kyle's happy eyes burning be because of how loud I was laughing. It was bizzare of me but for once I didn't care. But then Jackson came back home with his father.

They asked us to prepare the dinning table because guests were coming over tonight. Jackson seemed angry about it but I pushed it to the back of my mind. Who could be coming?

Miss Robertson told me that Mister Mickelson seemed serious and it means that those guests that were coming were important to him. I didn't say anything but it didn't feel right. It's been just a few days that I'm here and there is already new people that I have to see, to deal with but after all I'm just a maid here, nothing more.

We prepared the table and waited for them to arrive. Miss Mickelson warned us about how proper we have to be dressed and how polite we have to great them over. I didn't feel anything until I heard the door bell ringing and Miss Robertson rushing out the kitchen to open the door after asking me if she looked okay, I didn't answer her. I didn't have time to say a word before she disappeared out the kitchen.

Sounds of echoes of different voices were heard from where I was and seconds later Miss Robertson came back, mouth wide open, eyes wide open. I asked her what was wrong and she just said "The Originals."

The Originals. After serving them by putting every plate in its place on the table like Miss Robertson taught me, we sat down and Kyle left to clean their cars even if it didn't need to be cleaned, it was already cleaned.