A Twist In Time

Chapter 4

His smile lingered in my memory. His beautiful face and well-built body carried me away. I don't even know him. When I looked at his smiling face, something came across my mind. It's like I met him sometime before. His smile, his eyes, are those of a child. It made me wonder.

I was very deep in my thoughts when someone blocked it by knocking on my elbow. I turned to her.

" Hi, I'm Jean. You're Carmel right?" she smiled. I was trying to stop my anger, but her jovial attitude made me smile.

" Y-Yes." I stammered.

" Well, sir Sean said that I should train you for housekeeping. Ready?" She was still smiling at me.

" S-Sure." I stammered again.

I followed her to a room far from the house. I looked around the house and saw the vivid beauty in it. "Is this a palace?" I asked her.

" Sort of." she said and hummed a tone.

She was jumping to her feet while humming. I looked intently at this person, thinking she was some sort of a crazy one, or maybe, she's just someone whose covered with a positive outlook in life.

We stopped by a door. I kept quiet while she snapped her middle finger and thumb. The wooden door broke open after that sound.

" Whoa." I murmured plainly, but amazed.

" Come in!" she exclaimed.

The room, or maybe a much modernized classroom, seemed like heaven to me. It's more beautiful than the living room, the hallway, or any part of the house. The walls are all white, and I think they are germ-free. There's a blackboard, with buttons plastered on every edge of it. It seemed more than ordinary to me. If this year is not 2030, I would think I'm in 2060.

I sat on a chair. I shouted in amazement when two very tight seat belts tightened my legs and thighs. I made an attempt to stand but another seat belt constricted my abdomen. I moaned in pain.

"Hey! Are you planning to kill me?!" I yelled.

"No, I'm just trying to prevent the so-called ' cutting classes'" she said.

She began her own class, she's the teacher, I'm the new student. She pressed a button on the bottom side of the board and a computer graphic image appeared on the board. It looked like a feather duster.

"This thing," she said, pointing on the board. "are of multiple uses.Press a button on the bottom part of it, and it will change into a vacuum cleaner. It mat sound weird, but that's it."

She pressed another button, and a feather duster with a blade attached on the top appeared. I remember a bayonet, a gun with a blade on the bottom, were used by the Japanese soldiers during the World War II.

"You can also use it as a weapon if there is an uninvited visitor. If you're afraid to kill, there's a laser within the blade to paralyze the intruder."

In reality, I'm totally bored of my position here. I can't even breathe properly. I felt like I'm going to die at any minute.

I yawned. "Are you done?"

"No, not yet. To make this class short, I'll explain to you the most important thing you have.See the two-inch heels on your sandals?"

"Yes, it makes my walking difficult."

"A microchip is attached in it. It's a tracker, and there's no way for you to escape." she said and giggled after.

I looked at the heels of my sandals, and saw the cutie little thing there. I smiled.

"Class is over."

I was thankful that the seat belts were held loose by Jean. I sighed heavily. Everything is back to normal.

Being a housemaid is such a tedious work. Machines are much more modernized than twenty years ago. I can do nothing but smile, and maybe, I'll laugh now. I never imagined that I'll live in this time, skipping twenty years of my life, just because of my own mistake.

I learned everything in one day. Work is made easier but housemaids are still needed to make work much more easier. Cooking a very complex dish takes only two minutes, while in my time, it's about ten to fifteen minutes. Washing the dishes, clothes and cleaning the house are made easy. I'm so happy Jean was there to assist me.

"Thanks a lot, Jean. I don't want to despise you. I promise I'll work hard in this house." I said and smiled at her.

"Promise?" she smiled. "Promise!" I replied.

As we walked by, I accidentally bumped on a very antique jar.

"Look!" Jean exclaimed and pointed to the jar. I attempted to hug the jar but it already shattered into pieces.

I stood still. My eyes widened with what I had just seen. The antique jar, all shattered into pieces, had my heart beating fast. I don't know the story of this jar, but it must be something important. I'm afraid that Sean might kick me out of this house.

And there he was, standing in front of me.

I swallowed.

I didn't take my eyes off the jar. I've been stopping myself to look at him. I'll meet a pair of very furious eyes for sure.

"Who did this?!" he yelled.

"Jean?" he asked accusingly at my companion.

"No,sir. I didn't!" she denied.

"You." I felt his eyes fixed on me. His furious yet questioning eyes seem to run through my whole system. I kept my mouth shut.

"Oh, yeah. It's you again! Is my help not enough for you that you need to break that antique jar? My god, I hired you because I know, just by looking at you, that you're so helpless. And this is what you did in return? Unbelievable." he scolded.

I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. I didn't mean this thing to happen. I haven't gained enough courage to look into his eyes.

I cleared my throat.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean this. I just bumped on the jar. You can do whatever you want. I'm not against it." I said apologetically.

I saw a broom and a dustpan and swept the shattered pieces of the jar. In a very slow manner of sweeping, I felt his eyes fixed on me again. I never dared to look at him.

I ran from that place and threw the broken jar in the trash bin. I honestly felt guilty to myself. That jar may be something that is special for my boss, a memento or something. I felt like a child taking away my friend's favorite toy.

I leaned my back on the wall. I just can't take it back.

Jean came beside me, her face is somewhat a sad one.

"Sir Sean may be a short-tempered man, but in the long run, you'll see how kind he is.He's the man every girl dream of." she said and patted my shoulder.

I stood for a few minutes when Jean walked away. She maybe right. Sean is handsome, rich and kind. There's something in him that made me wonder. That he had been someone who dropped by in my life.

Sean, Sean, Sean. Sean Keates?