Saved by Fate

Chapter Two Familiar Face

8 YEARS LATER

I jerked awake. I had dreamed that I was with that horrid man again. I could still feel the blow to my head, but it was all a dream. Or a memory really. I'm safe with my owners. I escaped about 7 years ago after this man, Damian, captured me a year before I left. I got tortured, not physically but mentally. I barely even remember what happened due to the drama. Though I could still see Luke and his family in their living room. Oh Luke! I have regretted but yet thankful for the day that you saved me. Tears come to my eyes.

"That's enough, Alex!! Stop crying over the past. There was nothing you could do!" I tell myself as I get ready for the day. Eight years later, I live with this wonderful rich family that I work for. Though I am but a slave to them, they treat me like a sister/daughter. I was hired to care for the five children in the house. I'm the oldest child in the house. I believe I count as a child since I am but 14 and the oldest is only two years younger than me. Little Molly is the youngest; she is three. Seth is the second youngest; he is five. Peter is the third oldest; he is five as well. Seth and Peter are twins. They are just 30 minutes apart.

Elizabeth is the second oldest; she is seven. Then there is Lucia; she is twelve. I love them all as family. But I miss my family as well. Little May should be nine by now. The twins, Maria and May, should be sixteen by now. I wonder how May looks. She was but a babe when I was kidnapped. I wonder how my family is doing, now that I'm gone. Did they look for me?? Did they worry??

"Awex!! Awex!!" Cries a little voice as I feel a tug on my dress. Looking down, I see Molly's golden curls bounce as she looks up at me with her bright blue eyes. "Peter waz being mean!!" As she told me this, I hear someone running towards us. Picking her up, I look to see Peter running towards us with Seth trailing behind. Though they are twins and look very similar, you can tell them apart. Peter's eyes are a different shade of blue. Peter has blonde hair same as Seth, but Peter's eye color is a much darker blue. Plus they act differently.

"I was not!! Alex, she's lying!!" Peter replied, pointing at Molly as she stuck her tongue out at him. I sigh. Taking care of little children is harder than I remember, but of course I didn't have much experience before I came here. I look at Seth who was looking up at me innocently. I know he didn't do anything. Out of every child here, he is the most behaved. I raised them all from birth to this age. Except for Lucia. She was four years old when I came around. She didn't like me at first, but eventually she warmed up to me.

"Seth, would you please tell me what happened??" I asked him in a gentle voice. I knew he wouldn't lie to me. Though he may be five, he is quite honest. Peter crosses his arms and looks down at the ground which tells me that he's guilty of something.

"Molly was playing with some blocks and Peter wanted to join but she wouldn't let him. He took away some her blocks and she hit him. Not hard though." I look at both Peter and Molly. Molly was looking at me innocently while Peter was still glaring at the floor, mumbling something. I put Molly so I can talk to both her and Peter.

"Peter, look at me." I tell him. He doesn't do it at first but he does. "Molly, you need to share your toys. Ok?" I get a grumbled reply as I turn to Peter. "And Peter, we don't take away our sister's toys. Ok? Do you both understand?? We have to be nice to each other." I look at them as I wait for a reply.

"Yes m'ma." They both say.

"Good, now run along and play. I've got errands to run." They start to run off with Seth trailing behind again. "Remember, be nice!" I tell after them, not wanting any more fights. Sighing, I walk to the kitchen where Mistress and Mr. Walkerson are quietly having breakfast.

"Good morning, Alex." Mistress greets me as Mr. Walkerson nods. He isn't much of a talker unlike his wife. Mistress is a beautiful woman who has earned much respect. Her beautiful blonde hair, her glorious sky blue eyes, her manners, and her actions have made her well liked. She isn't very tall, but she walks with such grace and dignity that she seems as tall as a giant. Momma would've like her. Mr. Walkerson though is tall and clumsy. His golden brown hair is almost always in his bright green eyes. He makes great business but sometimes needed to be reminded that his suit needs to be buttoned.