His Maid

Chapter 2

   The raping didn't stop there it lasted for every single night I spent in that house.

And I'm sure you are wandering why I didn't run away, well I was trapped. The doors were always locked.

And he had enough workers to ensure I didn't do anything stupid.

Don't think I was totally in hell because actually Todd gave me everything I wanted even before I asked for it.

From TV to games to overflowing food and snacks to clothes but he never got me a phone or anything that could help me in escaping as the abuse continued.

I hated myself desperately. I hate myself for being unfortunate, for being unlucky, even my own blood mother didn't want you.

And the only man I had truly loved died and I'm sure it was my bad luck that got him.

About a month later I got terribly sick. I threw up practically every morning and I lost a lot of weight. A doctor was invited to check me and he announced that I was pregnant.

I was upset yet happy. I would have a friend that was why I was happy but I was sad because my bad luck would surely get to her

Todd took the doctor outside and they seemed to talk for a while. I pat my tummy and smiled and I watched Todd bring out a sum of money and passed it to the doctor.

not long later the doctor moved over to me and gave me an injection that made me feel dizzy, I felt sleepy but a question at the back of my mind never left so I asked the doctor "what's your name?" "Jase Rickson though it's not like you'll remember that when you wake up" he responded smiling.

"Okay" and I blacked out.
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    When I woke up, I knew it was gone, my baby had left me and he or she would never return.

I was angry, I was hateful and I felt filthy, I got up to take a shower scrubbing myself until I turned red and then I cried til my eyes were swollen.

Todd came in and I glared at him, he laughed and said "hey I'm not here to do any thing, doc said you'll be weak so I'll give you a break for a week"

"Then I will return, this time with protection" I was relieved yet disgusted

"So why are you here?" "To reconsile. I'll get you anything you request for, except a phone or electronics in general"

I already knew what I wanted I didn't have to think much before responding"a journal" "for what?"

"To write stories it gets boring in here since I'm always alone so atleast I'd have something to do to pass time"

"Okay, if that's what you want" he got up and left. My reasons can only be known to me and me alone.

I remembered my lost child again and once again grieved till I fell asleep.

   The next morning when I woke up there was a pretty puple journal on my bed with a lock.

I smiled as I picked it and put it on my desk then I took a shower before executing my plan.

I opened a page then wrote a list of those I promise to repay in future ;
1. My mother
2. My father
3. Christine
4. Khalil
5.Tristens murderer
6. Todd Walker
7. Jace Rickson
  
Then I closed the book and locked it and put the key on one of my necklace chains then put it around my neck.

I took my book with me wherever I went even after I left that house.

Of you are wandering how I left it was all thanks to Dorcas his cook . After spending about a year there we had become close friends.

She was like an aunt to me, Todd went to work one day and she was able to carefully manipulate me out of the gate and because of her I made a list of those I want to repay and her name was the first.

I had a backpack in which I put some food and my diary and some spare clothes.

I lived under a bridge and begged for alms for about another year before I was taken along with some other girls as maids.

I was 16 by then, I remember standing on that podium then and being so relieved that it was a woman that bought me.

She got me for her father who was very old and couldn't stay home alone so I was to care for him.

Mr. Wickenham was an amazingly nice man. He was old but very funny, he was a delight to be with.

I hated bathing him but I loved reading to him and he seemed to have a keen interest in Shakespeare.

I learnt alot from all his stories and his daughter taught me to cook so I could cook for him. Their family was wonderful.

I cared for him with kindness and patience like he was my own grandfather and he treated me like his grandchild until his death which occured two years later.

On his funeral I cried so much and made an even worse dram than his own family not only because I missed him but because I didn't know if I could ever find peace and serenity like I did in their house and because I knew where I was going to land.

Yeah so thats how I got here AGAIN.