Chapter 2
As Valentina went down the spiral stairs with Caroline trailing behind her,she heard the husky voice of her beloved brother followed by the voices of her dear parents. After months of Francisco being away working as a young lawyer in the city of New York, she knew that her parents would have missed him very much considering the fact that Francisco was her father's pride and joy while she was the younger child, still trying to figure out what do with her life.
Francisco was always the kiss-up to her father and she knew that was one of the reasons why he hated blacks so much,because their father despised them although he had them working in the same house that he lived.
As she entered the living room area, She saw her brother seated on the love seat opposite her father looking as comfortable as ever.
"Ah Valentina my dear!",her brother said happily, "Come and give your big brother a hug" he said with open arms.All Caroline could not believe her eyes. The man was a Greek God!
Standing at about roughly six feet, he would easily tower over her 5"5 frame. His dark hair was tied into a ponytail. She wondered how he had black hair and her mistress was a brunette.
He was in black slacks and a simple blue button up shirt with sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
His mouth was formed into weird O's and A's, that was when she realized that he was speaking to her.
"I beg your pardon sir?" She said holding her head down.
He slowly walked up to her and before she knew it,his hand flew across her face.
" When I am speaking to you, listen you piece of filth!",he shouted and she felt tears in her eyes.
She looked over to Valentina but she seemed too shocked to react.
"Yes sir" she whispered and looked down in respect.
"Now leave,I want to spend time alone with my family" and with that he turned around and walked back to his seat. She knew that he was expecting her to be gone by the time he was seated.Valentina was shocked. She had no idea how her loving brother could be so sweet to his family yet so scornful and cruel towards blacks.
"That was uncalled for" she mumbled.
"I beg your pardon?" Her brother said as he kicked off his boots and snuggled further into the seat. "My dear,these slaves need to know their place in this house and it it our duty to make sure they do"
Valentina lost her cool at they point," They are still human beings just like us!"
Valentina Esmeralda Elcortez! You will keep your voice down when you're addressing your older brother!",her step-mother stated, looking up from the book that she was reading.
'What a perfect time for her to her to chip in and suck up to my brother' Valentina thought.
Her step-mother Cameron Sanderson-Elcortez, was a gold digger, everyone knew it. Valentina was sure that the older woman (by a couple years was secretly in love with her husband's twenty-four year old son although she was six years older than him.
Her father was a fool to have fallen under the woman's spell.
"Oh I'm sorry my sweet mother, how insensitive was I to have upset you!" Valentina said, sarcasm lacing her voice. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be up in my room praying to the gods for forgiveness"
She made no effort to hide the hate that was inside her for her step mother.
Without waiting for a reply, she stormed out of the room and headed towards her bedroom.
Valentina sat on the chair that was beside her mistess' king sized bed.
As the tears streamed down her face, she touched the bruise that Valentina's brother had given her. She had never been hit before and she now knew how it felt to be punished. It really wasn't a great feeling. She wondered what would have to be dome to the bruise in order for it to stop looking like she had gotten hit by a Bear. She had no one to look after her. No one who cared about her well being....she had no one.
Her mother had died while giving birth to her and her father had been brutally executed when she was only five years old though she never knew why. From then on, her grandmother had taken care of her until she got a severe heartattack and died.
She remembered how no doctor wanted to take her grandmother in,how she begged and pleaded but doctors knew that her grandmother was just a nigger and wouldn't be worth the waste of time.
They had burnt her grandmother's body, like she hadn't once been a living, breathing person. She understood though, her Nana's friends weren't rich and if they had the money, they would've given her dear grandmother a proper funeral.
With no one wanting to take her in, she was forced to live in the streets.
Being a negro on the streets was one of the worst experiences that she would ever encounter, that was for sure. She was twelve at the time when she found all her meals in someone's trash can. She remembered how people would scorn her and call her hateful names when she asked for change. They had no idea what it was like being a twelve year old begger and a negro.
She remembered one fateful night when she was rummaging through a trash can that was near the park,where white folks would bring their children to play, for her dinner when she had heard a drunken voice behind her.
"Lookin' for somethin' hun?" The voice said.
Caroline froze,she was old enough to know when she was in danger.
"I-I-I mean no harm sir" she stuttered afraid to turn around.
"How's about I give you some money to buy yourself some food?"
"No thank you" she said
"Now that's not polite. Didn't yo' mama ever tell you to be polite to strangers?"
I didnt have a mother to teach me that.
She turned around and saw a large figure,it was hard to see his face in the dark.
"Aamma make you feel real good sugar", he whispered in her ears and she smelled the beer on his breath
Before she could run,the man grabbed her tattered overcoat and as she screamed for help,he slammed his lips onto hers.
He pushed her down onto the ground and she screamed when he ripped her pants off.
When he was done having his way with her, he left her on the ground,taking no time to cover her pubic area.
She lay on the ground unable to move. As she felt the sharp shooting pain between her legs, everything faded into black.She woke up to find that she was clothed and in a warm bed. Before she could look around the surroundings, she recalled all that had happened to her and tears pooled in her brown eyes.
"I see your up!" A voice said.Samuel Curtis was the name of the man that saved her. She was short and stubby with long blonde hair,in her opinion, he could have easily been mistaken for a woman.
Samuel white and he wasn't very friendly and she wondered why he was looking after her when clearly,he hated the fact that she was in his home.
Then one sunny summer's day, a man entered the shop that Samuel was operating. He was very tall and had dark,low cut hair,blue eyes and he was wearing some expensive looking clothes.
"Is this her?" He asked Samuel.
"Yes it is"
He smiled and handed Samuel a small sack and she new it contained money.
She should have known not to trust a white man. Samuel had been planning to sell her all along!
"Samuel please don't let him take me!"She pleaded while the man just smirked.
"Sorry kid! That's just business" He said with a smile and turned to the man.
"She's all yours"
He looked at the little girl in front of him and said, "I am Carl-Anthony Elcortez and I am now your master"Working for Mr.Elcortez wasn't half as bad. She was assigned to be a kitchen maid,her task was to mainly help the chef prepare the family's meals.
As time went by she was promoted as Lady Valentina's maid,she didn't know how her mistress made her father promote her,but she did."I've come a long way",she said softly through her tears,still holding the bruise that was on her right cheek.
She was still emotionally unhealthy because if what that man had done to her,but she was no longer afraid to touch other people.The door of the room she was in burst open and revealed an angry looking Valentina. She stormed into the room and looked at Caroline with fire in her eyes,
"Pack your bags. We're leaving this place"
All Caroline could do was stare at her mistress in shock.
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That's it. I know the chapter is short but I'm soooooo sleepy!!!
Kisses and Hugs!!!
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