Under Attack

The Clive's

I woke up at 12 pm to sound of a vacuum. It was one of the maids. She wore a badge with Agatha engraved. I met her yesterday, she was a Spanish, older lady who is very welcoming. She, like me, doesn't seem like everyone else at this house. The moment we met she offered me a little sweet. I still haven't eaten it but it was a nice gesture.

My stomach roared in hunger but I couldn't bring myself to go downstairs. All the people who aren't my family I just can't deal with it. It all felt so surreal still. I just couldn't deal with it all so I just pulled my duvet over my head and tried to sleep.

"Maggie eh do you um want a breakfast." Asked Agatha. Her English wasn't great but I understood her.
"Um no thanks." She looked down at me as my stomach roared out again.
"How about I bring it up?"
"Ok..."
"What would you eh like?"
"Just any cereal will do." After that she went downstairs. A minute or two past and she came back up with nothing in her hands.
"Eh the Mr Clive wants to talk to you." After that a tall middle aged man peered around the door. The same man I saw on the chair smoking a cigar ready a book. He wasn't exactly happy or angry. His face was emotionless and so was his body. You could use it as a ruler that's how tall he stood. Of course I didn't want him there. It's like being left alone with your teacher or just a stranger in general. My blood dropped as he sat down opposite me and looked me in the eye.
"Look I know this isn't ideal Miss Margaret but you must be here for your own safety." His voice was posher than I expected. But I still didn't get it. Why won't they tell me what's going on? Why my town is empty. Why my family is missing. Why I'm stuck in a cottage in the middle of nowhere with these posh clowns.
"Why?" I ask him firmly.
"What do you mean why?"
"Why do I need to be here?"
"Well..." he trailed off not exactly finishing his sentence.
"Well what?" He stayed quiet. "Well what?" He just sat there on the bed looking down."Tell me why the fuck I'm here!"
"Language Miss Margaret."
"ITS MAGGIE!" I stormed off. Making sure to slam the door behind me. Why the fuck was I here? And why won't anyone tell me? I was done. I was so fucking over it. If they weren't going to tell me then I was going to find out myself. Even if it means living on the street for the rest of my life.

I snatched my bag from the living room and marched out the door. Whether they looked for me or not was their problem. But I'm finding my family. And there is nothing they can do to stop me.