The maid

W.T.F

The police pull up
Into the drive along with the ambulance. I lean on the cops car Clyde is crying on my shoulder. "mommy, mommy, mommy" I bounce him on my side. His face is red covered in tears his eyes squinting. I bring up my sleeve and wipe his tears. The flashing red and blue lights make it impossible for him to sleep. The officer with blond hair and green eyes walks my way. Did you see anything happen last night "miss* looks at board* Leah". I can't afford a dive like this. People where used to live died door snitching and I'm not gonna fess up but believe me I don't give up easy. Mr. Montclair is looking at me far away I try to answer the officers question. But I can feel his eyes burrowing into my skull. I hated the fact that I could do nothing because in this world people like me are the silent ones. We speak when we're told, and stay in line whoever's left is as good as. It's a cutthroat business no one is innocent not even me.
Clydes red car pulls up and ask what happened and looks at the paramedics confused. "Thank you for cooperation Miss" officer days and leaves. Clyde tired from crying passed out on my arm. He squirmed and shook he was getting cold I got one last look at her before the paramedics dragged her onto the gurny. I open the doors to have the warm air wipe around me and Clyde. I take him up stairs to his room he was already asleep. I leave his room looking down I'm all alone. I head to my room at the end of the hall. It was a nice room bed and lamp a chair and phone well house phone at least. I kick off my shoes and throw them off my feet. I wear a long white t-shirt XL I think. And huddle into sleep. A loud crash of glass breaks my concentration. I panic go under the bed and grab the bat that's for emergencies only. The metal bat weighs my hands down holding it by my side is what my father told me to do to be ready when playing baseball.
I creep down stairs slowly caution with each step. I run to the nearest pillar and behind it. I peak over its too dark to see but a man is stepping on glass "Shit" he says. He's turned around the perfect opportunity to strike. With fast feet I strike the thing on his head falling a little "ow what the hell". Now that I'm closer the voice is familiar more common. Fuck its Aiden Aiden I run to turn the lights on "oh My god Aiden!" Blood leaks from the side of his head

He sits on the stool
And while I come back with a first aid kit its a little gash. Pretty good for my self since I've stopped playing baseball.
I'm still working my white t-shirt
I notice him look at my clothes "sorry this isn't proper work apparel I was going to sleep and I thought the crabby was over not that I'm imploring your crazy... Ok I'm done" I say.
"Hey what's your name" "
"Leah Miller". I smile
"That's Nice".He smiles