Match Maid in Hell

Chapter Four

Four days. It had already been four days. Well technically five if you're counting the first day I worked for him.

I've been here five days but it feels like forever. We rarely talked, he ignored me, he acted as if I wasn't there. I know it shouldn't affect me but it made me feel like cr*p. It wasn't as bad as working for Mr. Tyrese obviously but it hurt.

I had no-one to talk to. No good-mornings, no good-nights. The only time we even communicated was when he needed something done or I accidentally messed something up and I had to apologize.

Of course, living in the same house, we'd bump into each other now again. I'd apologize and he'd ignore me. It was driving me insane.

It was so lonely. I was to scared to ask could I go out. He gave me one day off which surprised me but I basically sat in my room all day. It's not like I was a prisoner, he never said that I couldn't go, I just felt that if I did, he'd be annoyed.

I didn't need him to hate me anymore than he already did. I finished folding his bed covers just when his voice appeared, "Maid"

Maid.

He had called me Evangeline for a while but soon resorted to maid. 

"Sir?" It scared me when he called me. I never knew what he was going to do or going to say.

"I need to run to the shop. I don't trust you here alone so you're coming"

"Yes, Sir"

Was it like this with Milania and Xander first? Did they hate each other? No, I don't think anyone could hate someone as much as he hated me. Harold had called over once but didn't stay for long, he didn't care about my well-being.

I hurried after Seth who was heading down the stairs. He opened the door, walking out first. I shut the door behind us and he locked it. He rarely went out, he had his own gym room upstairs though so I'm guessing that's how he kept in shape.

We got into his BMW and the smell of leather rose. How wealthy were they? I know his father paid him money but I mean, he had so much. I knew he was doing a night course, I had no clue what it was about though.

He started the car.

Sh*t.

Was I supposed to get in the back? Was it rude of me to just hop into the front like that? Oh god. I quickly gave him a sideways glance, trying to see if he was mad but his expression was blank. I let out a sigh.

"What?"

I tensed up.

"Nothing" I mumbled.

"You were looking at me" He stated, "Why?"

"I was seeing if you were mad at me for getting into the front seat"I admitted sheepishly. His lips formed  a thin line when I said that. He seemed to glance at me, studying my face.

"You're serious" He commented, "What is wrong with you?" He shook his head, "I hate people like you. Well I hate people in general but especially people like you"

"I'm sorry"

"Stop saying sorry!" He growled.

I couldn't keep my mouth shut, "What do you mean, people like me? Maids?" 

Really? Can't you keep your trap shut?

"No. Well, yeah, a lot of maids don't have respect for themselves but that's not what I mean" He sighed, "I'm talking about people who... they just see faults in themselves. They feel everything they do is wrong which leads them to feel sorry for themselves. People who feel sorry for themselves are plain sad"