To Keep You

Twenty-Eight: Chaya

His eyes bore into me as if he could see where his hands once roamed my ribs. Aaron was a man I would never come to desire. He was rude, but perhaps on a normal day and in a normal life, I could've gotten over his uncharitable behavior. But the way he flirted with me, as if I was some object; a flower he once called me. 

I am no one's flower.

My eyes sliced across the kitchen to where he currently leaned against the counter near where Esther worked. My glare was warm and my anger boiling. Sighing loudly, I gritted my teeth and slammed plate after plate down on the table. I didn't care if they broke; I wanted them too. At least then I would have something sharp to throw at him.

Perhaps even draw blood...

When I first arrived here on hell's farm. I knew without a doubt that I wanted to be free to run off to end my existence. That feeling has barely fled from me; however, I also knew that Aaron and Malachi both liked me. Getting Malachi to stop liking me is a hopeless task. For truly I am some kind of pet to him. But Aaron, his crush on me is strange for his hands have touched my body more than his tongue has spoken to me.

Lust it is then...

"If you keep that up, you'll break Ma's fine China." Elijiah's grumble broke through my hurricane of thoughts, and I could not help redirecting my glare towards him.

"I don't care." I mumbled as I continued to set the table like some underpaid maid. For truly that is what I am to these people. I do all the dirty work while they take all the glory for it. Glancing down at my stained skirt and dirty hands, I bristled with anger. I am not a slave, yet I am treated as such and even held hostage as one.

"If you continue to burn in anger, I suggest you hide it a little better before Pa gets here." Elijiah's voice began to be overcome with irritation and I could not help but roll my eyes at the teenager. For truly what does a mere teenager now about a girl's feelings, yet alone a grown scorn woman's feeling.

"Once you're done setting the table come here Candy." Esther's petit voice boomed across the kitchen like a woman scolding a misbehaving mutt. My upper teeth ground harshly into my bottom teeth as her words rolled around in the walls of my mind.

Come here, Candy!

Come here Candy!

COME HERE CANDY!

Candy this! Candy that! God that's not even my name!

Slamming the last plate down on the table, I stalked towards where Esther was currently pouring some kind of broth over the rabbit. She offered me a small smile as if she was just oblivious to how demeaning she is to me. Truly she treats a mutt with fleas better than me!

"Yes, Esther." I had to nearly swallow my tongue to keep my annoyed tone at bay.

Aaron gave me a knowing look as if he could see the fire burning in my discolored eyes. I wanted to flash him a very unladylike finger for he does know a damn thing about me, and no one ever will.

"Be a dear and go fetch David from the barn."

Like a ghost I wanted to drift away in the wind, I wanted to return to my body in the grave for to be dead is a better fate then to have to be alone with that demon of a man. I never wanted to admit it, but when he placed his hands around my neck and strangled me, I was more scared than I have been in a very long time.

Against my will, my body began to slightly shake, a frost appeared upon my skin, and I slowly wrapped my arms around my waist, "I-I umm maybe-maybe umm I-I shouldn't be the one to umm do that?"