Ethereal Madness

Chapter 41- Short Steps

I took a deep breath. I'm not gonna regret this, am I?

I looked over at the short, drill haired maid intensively cleaning the empty, spare bedroom.

You know when she's not screaming like a banshee and running around chasing my brother with a knife, she almost looks normal. Maybe even approachable.

I walked into the bedroom. She was dusting off a fireplace, which was weird, as I can't recall a single other room having a fireplace, even one that's strictly decoration.

I waltzed up to her and despite my best intentions, I knew how overly stiff and uncomfortable I must look. I took a deep breathe to ease my nerves but it didn't work.

"Hey Veronica," I called.

Her head snapped up like she heard a ghost. She looked around the room suspiciously, until her eyes landed on me.

"Oh it's you, Master Arthur."

"I told you not to call me Master," I sighed. What does she think this is, the 1500s? I'm not even special. Just a rich kid.

"How can I help you, Arthur?" She forced an overly professional tone.

"Umm, I wanted to see if you were free tomorrow."

"Free?" She eyes me suspiciously.

I scratched my cheek. "Yeah, I wanted to see if you'd be down to hang out."

She stared at me like I said blasphemy.

"Umm, if you want to of course," I prefaced. I didn't want her feeling like she had to.

I figured I'd get instantly rejected, but her facial expression said otherwise.

"You're not joking?" She got in my face. "This isn't a prank, right? Right?"

I backed up a little. "Uh, no, it isn't."

But if you get any closer it sure will be.

She paused for a second. "I'll accept!"

Crap.

"Cool," I said. "Is noon a good time for you?"

"It's perfect," she sang.

"Alright," I eased my mind at near the entrance of the room. "I'll see you in front of the house then."

She smiled brightly and I left.

A sigh escaped my lips as soon as I left the room.

I had no clue she captivated your heart, Miss Mya's voice floated in my mind as I walked back to my room. Was it her short stature? No, it had to have been her prominent brown drills.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" I asked.

I'm simply expressing my curiosity as to why you did this is all.

I wanted to ignore what I saw last night, but I couldn't get the scene of her sobbing out of my head.

So, Miss Mya started.

So, since I can't get rid of it, I may as well try to help her. Maybe by hanging out I can find what's hurting her. It's not guaranteed to work, but it's better than nothing.

What a good Samaritan you are.

It's not like I want to do this, I complained. If anything I should be focused on finding information about my family.

Yet you're doing this anyway. Isn't that the sign of a good person? At least that's what I've read.

Read? Right, you don't have things like morals or emotions.