Red Sir, Red

Twelve

"Here, put this on. It's there biggest thing I own, so you might be able to fit it." Veronica tells me, handing me a pair of grey sweat pants and a large band T-shirt. I mutter my thanks, trying not to focus on the fact that she just insulted me.. again.

Ever since Michael suggested that I come back to his home and help him babysit Jackson tonight she's been sending me jabs like that. I don't know what her problem is, or what she has against me and I honestly shouldn't care, but I do. She's Micheal's sister for crying out loud; that's a big deal.

"The bathroom is down the hall to the left." Veronica instructs pointing at the door. I nod slowly, certain that somehow I'm going to get lost. Michael does have a pretty big house.

Before I turn the knob, Veronica says,"You should probably take a shower, too. I can see the sand stuck to your ass." I quickly turn around to hide my butt from her view. Veronica just laughs at my embarrassment,"There's towels beneath the sink."

I scowl at her, this time my tone not so kind," Thanks. Aren't you nice."

Her eyes narrow on me and she takes slow menacing steps towards me. We're the same height but she still manages to intimidate me. "Listen, here you brown-eyed bimbo! My brother may have invited you over but don't think that makes you at all important. I know about my brother's lifestyle, so I know little girls like you are just toys that Micheal all too easily gets bored of."

My lip starts to tremble without my approval, and I look down at the ground for a moment. Not sure what to say. "Thanks for your insight." I mutter, before turning around and sulking out of the room.

The second I do, I bump into someone I can only assume is Micheal. Yet it isn't. I look up slowly to be met with one of Micheal's servants, or the better term butler. He introduced me to him when I first came in. "Adam, yes?" I ask for reassurance.

"That's right, miss. I was just coming in to alert miss Veronica that Master Micheal would like her assitance with sir Jackson." I scrunch my nose at all the formalities he uses. Maybe if he was some old guy and had a thick English accent it'd suit him, but it does not.

Adam only looks to be maybe a year or two older than I. From my understanding Adam is Gregory's nephew and he needed a job so Micheal didn't hesistate to give him this one. He has many feature that resembles Greg, with his blonde hair, strong jaw and the way he holds himself. His posture tall.

"Why do you speak like that?" I question him, hoping not to offend.

Adam shrugs, just a slight lift in his shoulder. "It's what Master Micheal prefers. Now if you'd excuse me." He says before knocking lightly on the door of Veronica's room.

"Actually, Adam. Uh where's the bathroom?" I question, knowing I would've gotten lost. Adam turns slightly and points at a door. Which one I'm not sure since there are a cluster of them in the hallway.

Not wanting to bother him more, and now seeing that Veronica has opened the door I decide to just find it on my own. I walk down the hall barefoot, feeling incredibly out of place in MIcheal's pristine home. His dark hardood floors, mahogony walls and high chandeliers aren't suiting my sand clad body.

I reach the wall with three doors all beside eachother, spaced out just enough to hint that they're are three different rooms. I decide on the middle one, hoping it's the bathroom. Yet, as I open it I can see that it definetly is not. I fish my hand inside the dark room, trying to find the light switch. Once I do, I quickly flick it on.

It's a bedroom. There's a large brown bed in against the wall, taking up the majorit of the room. Right a bove the bed I notice a large mirror attachtched to the ceiling. I also notice hooks on the ceilings aswell which I can only guess would be used for suspension. Across from the bed, directly in my view is a wall littered in whips and floggers of all kind. I take a step inside, allowing my curiousity to get the best of me.