The Hot Maid - A One Direction fan-fiction

Chapter 4 - A...Pocket Knife?

Chapter 4

Layla's POV

"Laylaaa... LAYLA!" I jumped at the sound of a voice and opened my eyes that I hadn't noticed I had closed.

I looked up at the amused face of my co-worker Sasha, she was also a maid and we usually helped each other out, dividing the work. I blinked a few times in confusion, looking around and she laughed. "What's going on?" I said after a few seconds.

Sasha looked at me with a stern look and said "Well, I just walked in and saw you over here leaning against the wall with your eyes closed and was just wondering... Why the heck arn't you helping me with the rooms?!"

I looked over at the clock in confusion and saw that it was already 9:18. I felt my mouth open in shock and my eyes widen. Was I really standing here for 18 minutes just thinking about some guy?"

I got shaken out of my thinking once again by Sasha sighing, and pulling me by my arm, causing me to almost fall flat on my face but I caught myself in time and kept walking, trying to keep up with her quick pace towards the elevators.

Once inside, she turned to me and pulled out two peices of paper that said which rooms to clean, and gave one to me before saying, "Okay, it seems that there is the same amount of rooms on each side of the hotel needing to be cleaned so I'll take the right side, and you Layla take the left side." I nodded and she bent down and took a pocket knife out of her shoe and gave it to me.

I gave her a strange look and all she said as the doors of the elevators opened is "Bad things happen Layla.. Theres a lot of bad people in this world" With a haunted look on her face. She started to walk away and right before the doors closed I heard her say under her breath "Not all of us should have to go through what I have..." I didnt think I was meant to hear that so I stayed quiet and thought over her words as the elevator went up to the top floor.

What has she been through? I don't know Sasha very well and she dosnt really share much about herself. I think im the only person who is remotely close to being her friend, I wonder why shes so cut off from everyone else..

I didn't get to think it over too much before the elevator dinged, bringing me out of my thoughts and back into the real world.

I went into my pocket to take the key for the supplies room from my pocket but as I put my hand inside, my hand rubbed against the cold hard metal of the knife and my hand froze.

I dropped the key back into my pocket and took out the knife, examining it. I clicked the button, making the knife come out. I turned it under the light, enjoying the gleam that came off of it.

I snapped out of the trance I was in as I noticed what I was doing. I quickly looked around and unlocked the door to the room with all the supplies to do my job and put the knife behind a nearby flowerpot, making sure you couldn't see it from any angle.

As I started walking towards the two rooms I needed to clean on this floor, I laughed out loud as I wondered why the heck I would need a knife when I'm a maid.

Little did I know, it would of saved me from a whole lot of trouble and pain had I kept it in my pocket...

Brianna *~. A/N

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