His Maid

Chapter 1

   Standing on a podium and waiting to be bought is the most embarrassing thing you can ever think of.

I fought back tears as I watched people debate on who they wanted, as their lustful eyes grazed over my body.

Making me feel even more self cautious, I was in a dirty and very short flay skirt with a short hand white shirt which wasn't white anymore.

If you are wandering how I got here then we'll it all started with my bad luck.

My biological mom or dad or maybe both abandoned me by a river. Or so I was told.

Why? I don't know, how? I have no idea. Maybe my dad refused the pregnancy or mom was too young or, I don't know.

I don't know them so I can't really tell. But my greatest wish would be to meet them one day and ask why?

Well a man who just got married found me and took me home for his wife to care for me.

She did and two weeks later, June 6 to be precise she found out that she was pregnant.

So they picked the date as my birthday and used me as their first child.

Early March the next year she gave birth to a son and named him Khalil. Oh and by the way they named me Hephzibah bit most people call me zee.

I hated the name like dog poo. But who was I to complain.

Ever since Christine(my mom) had another child I wasn't too young to notice her change in behavior.

She loved her son like her life and I couldn't blame her but slowly she made life unbearable for me and she made sure I knew she wasn't her child.

But as for Triste(my dad) well I don't know, we shared a very strong connection and he loved me exceptionally.

If not that he were his own blood  would I would even say maybe he loved me more than Khalil.

He would tell me everything even somethings he didn't tell his wife. Growing up in their house was amazing yet painful.

Khalil never siezed to put me in trouble and his mom found joy in beating me up for it especially when her husband wasn't at home.

I turned 13 and tragedy awaited me, I had just come back from school that day when I saw Christine in tears.

Khalil and I asked her what was wrong and we were told that my dad, my love, my everything was killed in a hit and run.

Khalil ran to hug his mom as they cried in each other's arms. As for me I was in shock. I stared at the scene before me and knew that from then on, my life will never remain the same.

He was the only hope I had left and he was gone.

My misery started from then and when I realized that I would die if I continued to stay in that house because Christine redrew me from school giving the excuse that being a single a mom now she could only afford for one child which was her own.

If she got dumped by a new boyfriend or she had a bad day at work or she missed her husband or something like that I would be the one to suffer for it because she would beat me until my heart will almost fail me.

So when I couldn't take it anymore I ran away from everything into some sort of forest reserve and cried my eyes out .Is there a problem little girl?I still remember his voice like an alarm ring it sent chills down my spine as I turn to find a man of about 40 or 50 in suit,his smile was kind yet creepy.

And his eyes were shaded by sun glasses, when I turned back and didn't respond he tried again. "Are you lost? Why are you crying?"

"I'm not lost, I ran away from home" "why?" I looked away and didn't respond

"Are you hungry? I'm sure my cooks will have something delicious" as if in response my tummy growled even though I wanted to lie it couldn't work anymore.

"C'mon let's go" I still didn't budge "are you scared? I don't bite" Reluctantly I decided that since I didn't really have a place to sleep and I had nothing to eat so I got up and followed him.

His house was almost like a palace. It was nothing compared to what I had at home.

It was a wide two storey building. Immediately we got in he ordered his cooks to serve me dinner and he sat across me as I ate.

It tasted wonderful and I almost forgot all that had ever happened in the past.

"By the way my name is Todd" "Hephzibah but people call me Zee" "pretty name for a pretty girl" "thank you"

After that he showed me his guest room and told me that that would be my room. I thanked him and bounced on the bed.

It was really soft. I snuck under the blanket and before long fell asleep.

I had a nightmare and in that night mare Todd snuck into my room and stole my virginity from me and I was screaming at the top of my lungs praying for my dad to come and save me.

The truth is it wasn't a dream it truly happened and that was just the first phase of my everlasting suffering thanks to how unlucky my fate was.

And how wicked my creator was to pick such a life for me to live.

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