Y/n stood in front of her parent's manor, which was on fire and turning into rubble, she knew her newfound happiness wouldn't last long, it never did. Y/ns parents always told her that there were bad men after them, appeares those men finally caught them, and somehow skipped her.
Confusion racked her brain, she couldn't fathom the idea that they'd successfully killed her parents but seemed to have forgotten about their only child who could possibly continue the family name.
Though the coincidence was strange, that didn't matter at the moment, her mother and father were dead and gone, she wasn't sure if she was upset, after all, she felt so many feelings she couldn't pinpoint what she felt, she just knew there was an uncomfortable feeling that had settled in her stomach.
The abuse that she faced still lingered, the lack of a childhood due to exploitation still crossed her mind.
She felt an immense sense of guilt, though her parents endured a brutal death by being burned alive, she still found herself thinking about all of the things they had done to her, rather than mourning their deaths.
"What now?" she said to herself, the cat that she held in her arms, "meow" filling the silence, Y/n turned around and started to walk down freshly pearly cleaned stairs that led up to her parents' manor that they obtained by the labor they put her through.
as she looked around her surroundings and dread finally set in.
Her bottom lip began to wobble as her throat began to sore, tears quickly streamed down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut, soaking her eyelashes. Despite the fight of holding them back, her emotions seemed to burst through the seams of her skin.
Holding her cat to her chest as she raked her hands through its fur, she sobbed, not being able to hush her cries.
Smoke slowly bled out of the place she once called home, windows bursting with fire, the shards sprinkling across the lawn filled with life and shrubbery.
All of her hard work was gone, those painful nights after working so hard each and every day, being a product of child exploration. Rather than her parents making money of their own talents, they forced her into anything that involved them earning money afterward, Y/n almost laughed at the memory of her parents signing her up for kickboxing convinced shed make them thousands, ignoring the fact that she was such a small child, she hadn't even grown all of her adult teeth in at the time, but none the less, that didn't discourage them.
Raising her trembling hand to her face, she wiped at the runny nose she had, shaking her head at the remembrance of her "childhood" That had been stolen from her before she was born.
Walking over to her yellow Mustang with a few shiny black strips in the front, one of the few things she spent her parent's money on. Due to the fact her parents prohibited her from spending the money she had earned.
She unlocked the car with her a car key that had a cute keychain attached dangling that one of her old nannies got her. She opened the door and sat down finally being able to put down her heavy cat in the passenger seat.
Letting out a shaky breath.
She sat there thinking about what to do, she never had a proper education, her parents often neglected education, there was no need of silly things in their eyes. That would just waste precious "opportunities".
And it wasn't as if she had much time, the thought of the those people who killed her parents crossing her mind. Almost whincing at the idea of them coming after her next.
She did what any responsible adult would.
Checking her phone for jobs that she could have that pay well, after all, it wasn't like fast-food paychecks would take good care of her, her cat, and her prize possession, her mustang.
Picking up her phone and going to a search app, she didn't even know what to search, so she just typed in, well paying easy jobs, and popped up a bunch of jobs that required college, which she never could get accepted in because she didn't finish high school. But after some scrolling through tons of uninteresting jobs, a link for working at a mansion in the woods caught her eye.
The people who lived there desperately needed workers because everyone kept quitting, and y/n wondered why.
But before she even thought about it, she pressed the number to call if you were willing to work the job, "Hello?" a sweet old lady said answering the phone "Oh hi I was wondering about the job?" y/n asked a bit nervous to get rejected, "Yes! I was hoping someone would call, we need someone to basically take care of the people who live here in the Gustans Manor!" the old sounding lady said enthusiastically
"The thing about that is, I don't exactly have much experience in employment" Y/n admitted coyly "Trust me the job is basically yours" the lady quickly replied, after she said that Y/n began to smile while looking over at the cat that sat next to her splayed out onto the seat "When will it start?" Y/n questioned, "As soon as possible" The lady sounded happy "but I also would like to give you a link to some of the things you'll have to follow while working here if you don't mind" "No, I don't mind at all" Y/n said while trying to keep her composer, which was hard because of how grateful she was. She hadn't felt this lack of stress in what felt like forever.
The thought of people killing her parents almost even left her mind.
The eagerness on the elderly woman's voice did catch Y/n off guard though. It was strange that the lady was so quick to let a stranger with no background information work at a mansion, but instead of thinking of why that could be, she was thankful that she didn't have to sleep in her car.
A/n I'm so excited to write more, I hope everyone reading is happy with this first part, trust me this story is going to get so juicy and interesting I know it may have seemed a bit rushed but it won't always be like that I'm just really excited!!! Also, this was the Mustang I was referencing! Isn't it beautiful?!?!
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