I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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I felt my body getting cold but I couldn't careless. I didn't care that I could possibly fall sick and end up becoming a burden to everyone in the mansion, I didn't care that I was standing in the middle of the driveway while the other maids rushed to get the grocery inside. I stood there, numb and drained, my mind occupied by the voice of my predator.
Little girl.
That's what he used to call me and I thought it was out of love. Fifteen year old me was so gullible, she thought a man in his twenties loved her and now I couldn't help but cry for the younger me. All she went through was pain, all she desired was to be loved and cared for and it ended her right into the arms of a sick man who got off to her pain, a sadist.
I moved my gaze up and noticed the empty balcony of Viktor's room. I didn't know why but I needed him, the most right now. I craved his presence. Somehow like my angel, he always appeared whenever I was in pain but this time he didn't.
He didn't save me from the second man that damaged me for good. First being my father.
I had gotten used to his protection so much that now upon not receiving a bit of it, it became the cause of my messed up situation.
I shouldn't expect Viktor to save me. We are nothing. I am a mere challenge, a maid that works for him. That's all I'll ever be and I needed to stop thinking about him so much but how could I when even the thought of him provided me comfort and I craved it more?
The rain suddenly stopped pouring over me but the sound of it didn't disappear and when I looked up, I was met with a purple umbrella above my head preventing the essence from wetting me even more. I looked down to my right and saw Arwen standing there with a worried look in her eyes.
I was already regretting it. Regretting befriending her because now all I did was worry her, made her overthink and panic. I was truly a mess and caused trouble wherever I went, the famous words of my mother.
It was best to not tell anyone about this. I walked up to the mansion and strolled inside, ignoring the calls of my friend as I left her behind. My thick hair was now sticking to my body and face, my clothes damp accentuating my body shape as the fabric clung to my skin.
I didn't care that the cold rain drops that travelled down from my split ends to my dress were making a mess on the clean marble floor of the mansion. I took a left and made my way inside the hallway where my room was located.
Once I reached my room, I immediately went ahead in and closed the door behind me, pushing onto the lock with my thumb.
I sat down on the floor, taking a deep breath because I still could not process what happened.
