Just a waitress (a jace Norman fanfic)

Chapter 38- trapped

That's the house just imagine it's in Florida. 👍
Christine's pov
I woke up and at first felt alright. Then I remembered where i was. I'm still trapped here. I'm still living with some crazy aunt. I got up and got dressed and started to leave for my first day at work. Until I heard crackling coming from the wall. "Where's my breakfast?! Hello! Girl! Where's my breakfast?!" I heard mrs. Sanders shout from the PA system on my wall. Seriously?! She has a way to bug me all over the house?! Ugh! I walked over and pressed the button. "Uh what breakfast?" I Asked. "Stupid girl! The one your going to make me! Make me sunny side up eggs and crispy bacon! And I want hash browns and orange juice! No Apple juice! Both! Now get off your lazy butt and come do it!" I swore at her in my head. But I came into the house and made her stupid breakfast. I brought it to her room. I set down the tray and started to leave. "Where are you going?" She asked sharply. "To work." I said simply. "Work where?" She said suspiciously. "The diner." I said. "When did you get that job?!" "Yesterday." "And once again you disobey me! Do I not give you everything?! Do I not let you stay in my big house?" I nodded. "I just wanted something to do. Please let me work there?" I asked. "Fine. On one condition. I'm having a gentlemen friend over tonight and I want this house completely clean. Every room. Top to bottom!" My jaw dropped. "The whole house? By tonight? That's impossible!" She nodded. "And if you don't think you can handle it you can quit your job and use all of today to clean. My head shot up. "No! It will be clean! I promise!" She seemed satisfied. "But if it's not. If i find one speck of dirt, 20 lashes." At first I did t know what's he meant by that. But then I caught on. "YOUR GOING TO WHIP ME?! You can't do that!" I nearly screamed. "I can and I will! And if you think that you can report me your wrong! If you were to leave where would you go? A foster home?" She was right. I was trapped. I stayed silent. "Alright now go. But remember. Spotless." She waved her hand and I left. I grabbed my penny board and road as fast as I could. I just wanted to get to work. I wanted to feel connected to my mom again. It was the one normal thing I had left. I got there put on my apron and started like nothing was wrong. Here I was just a waitress there to serve food. And that's just what I did all day without a break. Until later that day. "Christine? What are you still doing here? Your shift eded half an hour ago." Carol, the manager said. "Oh! What time is it?!" I asked panicked. If I'm late and I don't get the house clean who knows what sanders will do to me! "It's about 4:00." Oh crap! Mrs. Sanders friend is coming at 8:00! I have four hours to clean the whole house and make dinner! I ran out of the restaurant and rode home as fast as possible. I burst through the door. Mrs. Sanders was on the couch. "3:30 hours! Chop chop!" She taunted pointing at her watch. I ran upstairs to the supply closet. On my way I found Diane. "Diane! You have to help me please! I have to have this whole place clean by tonight!" I saw the concern in her face. "I will help. Lets go!" We grabbed the supplies and dove in. She cleaned the bedrooms while I cleaned the bathrooms. Then cleaned the dining room while I cleaned the kitchen and started dinner. Then she cleaned the living room, the the library, the pantry, and the laundry room. I prepared the bar and set put drinks. Then I cleaned the garage, scrubbed the patio, and cleaned the pool. Soon enough everything was ready. Mrs. Sanders came through the door in an old evening gown. She looked even creepier than usual. She kind of reminded me of the woman in black. (Anyone seen that movie?) She creeped through the house and checked every corner and turned every stone looking for dirt. While I trailed silently behind in fear. Soon she had made a full circle of the house without a word. "Alright. You didn't completely disgust me. Now go put on something half decent! I won't have some skank in my house!" In relief I ran to my apartment and changed into a light blue shirt and black leggings. It wasn't fancy, but it was nice enough. I went back to the house and her guest was there. They were at the bar. The man was just about as creepy as mrs. Sanders is. But no one can be that creepy. I tried to sneak past them to finish preparing dinner but she stopped me. "Girl! Come here!" I went over to where they were sitting. "This is Edward Nelson the third. He comes from a long line of wealthy honorable family." She practically drooled over him. He looked about the same age as her maybe a little bit younger. And he was ugly as hell. They were two peas in a pod. I guess there really is someone for everyone. When he looked at me I swear I saw a flash of fear in him. He shook my hand. "Where did you find this?" He asked in a disgusted voice. "Orphan. My dead nieces daughter." That kinda stung. "Don't waste your time with her! Go finish dinner girl!" Had she ever used my name once? I went to the kitchen where Diane was already preparing dinner. "It's almost done then you can take it out." She said to me. "Thank you." I said. "For what?" She asked. "For everything. I would never have gotten all of this done without you." She smiled. "Just doing my job." She said. "GIRL! WHERES OUR DINNER!" Mrs. Sanders shrieked from the dining room. "You better get out there before her highness blows a gasket!" We laughed. I grabbed a tray with the appetizers and brought them out along with a bottle of wine. Although they clearly didn't need any more. I just kept serving food and leaving as fast as possible. And the man kept staring at me. Until I brought out dessert. I carried out they tray only to find they were gone. I set the tray on the table. Then I heard whispering in the other room. I know eavesdropping is wrong, but everything in this house is wrong. I'm just leveling the playing field! I crept over to the door and put my ear against it. "I swear Cornelia she looks just like Ann!" I heard Edward whisper shout. "Don't be ridiculous! She looks nothing like Ann! Ann isn't here!" "But is all the money really hers?" "No! Mr. Sanders never even met the girl! It's our money and soon we will have the life we always wanted and deserve!" "But what will we do with the girl?" He asked. "I wasn't expecting her, but she's a good little worker and I think we can keep her." "But what if she finds out something?" He asked. "She won't! And if she gets in the way I'll take care of her just like I did Ann!" I heard that clearly come from mrs. Sanders. Who the heck is Ann?! And what happened to her? Did mrs. Sanders kill her? Honestly that would not surprise me. But what's in the attic? I heard more whispers. "I love your ideas! Your so smart!" Edward said. Then I heard them kissing and I almost gagged. I ran back to the dining room and pretended to be doing something with the desert as they came back in. "I think I have to skip desert tonight." He said. "Are you sure?" Cornelia asked frowning. "Yes. But you enjoy it. Goodnight darling." He missed her on the cheek and left. I almost threw up when he did that. Then he left. Mrs. Sanders sat down at the table and looked at the desert. "Where the wine?!" She nearly screamed. (Warning. This next part is kind of scary so if your under thirteen I suggest you skip the chapter.) Just then Diane came bustling out with the wine. "Sorry I forgot to put the wine on the tr-" she didn't even notice the bump in the rug. Her foot caught it and she went flying forward. The bottle flew from her hand and smashed right at mrs. Sanders feet. She turned about fifty shades of red. "YOU FOOL! YOU CARELESS CLUTS LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU MORON! THAT WAS A PRICELESS BOTTLE OF WINE!" She ran over and slapped Diane across the face. I ran over in front of Diane who was frantically trying to clean up the glass. "Leave her alone! It was an accident! Don't hurt my friends!" I yelled. Mrs. Sanders eyes turned as cold as stone. She pointed at Diane. "You! Get out of my house! Your fired! GO!" Diane stood up. She looked at me. I could see that se was more worried about me than herself. She gave me a quick hug and whispered in my ear. "Stay strong." "GET OUT!!" Shrieked mrs. Sanders. With one last sympathetic look towards me, Diane walked out the door. Never to return. Mrs. Sanders turned to me. "And you!" She grabbed my wrist forcefully and dragged me to her room. "Remove your blouse!" She screamed at me. "NOW!" I had no choice. So I did as I was told. She took out a whip and forced me to kneel. "Thirty lashes! Twenty for disobeying me again! And ten for living in my house!" And she did exactly as she said she would. She whipped me. Extreme hot pain shot through my back with every lash. It was horrendous. After what felt like forever I ran back to the apartment. I cleaned out the cuts on my back as best I could. Then I saw that stupid picture of jace and I. I was done crying though. And in that moment I decided. I made a plan to run away. I wasn't staying here anymore. I would save the money from the diner and when I had enough I would sneak out and take some clothes. I would buy some provisions and a bus ticket and get back to Maine. But that would be expensive. I would have to survive a while here before that happened. I laid down thinking about everything that happened tonight. Then I realized something. I haven't eaten anything in two days. And then something else hit me. Today I was fourteen. Today was my birthday. Worst birthday ever.