The Seven Sons: The Slave

The Seven Sons The Slave 7

~Sorry, that I took so long, school started and so i have less time to write, but here it is enjoy!~

Chapter 7

Miranda

                                That encounter with Drake happened a couple weeks ago, but still makes me blush by just the sheer thought about it. If I allow myself to think about it I can remember every little thing about it; the hand that pulled me against him to hold me close and that kept me from falling, the way the shocks felt going all the way down to my toes. The way felt it like he could see the deepest part of my soul and how I didn’t care; the way I almost allowed him to kiss me without caring about the consequences. Also about the fact that I only stopped him from kissing me because of the weird voice that became overly possessive over him, which really scared me. I can’t allow myself to feel this way; it’s too much emotion for me to feel about one person. So these feelings I have I am going to ignore and pretend that they do not exist.

                From that day my life has become a constant routine, I wake up along with all of the other slaves, and Talon takes me to the same room so that I can get cleaned up and changed into that days outfit. Then I go clean up the lounge, set their food on the table, then go and wake them up.  I started cleaning their rooms until I see that they are done then I quickly clear off the table and take all the dishes down to the kitchen. After I was done with that, Zaire would be waiting outside the door and he would grab hold of my hand; we would walk back to the room. He would point out something funny that he had done in one room or another.

                Once back at the lounge we would go into the room that I left off at and get back to cleaning; all the sons off doing something somewhere else. At first it was me cleaning and him just talking, which was fine; sometimes though he would ask me a question. They were usually: do I like being indoors or outdoors or whether I preferred cookies or cupcakes. Some I could answer, others because I was I a slave and before I came here I didn’t really get, I couldn’t. He hardly ever asked anything that was personal but a few times he did and I didn’t always know how to answer him back.

                Now, he asks me questions and helps me clean because he doesn’t believe that I should have to do all the cleaning of his seven cousins. Then he would run off somewhere and I would go on about my day doing all my other chores, always close by so that if one of the princes needed something I could get it.

                ”Miranda, are you listening to me?” I heard Zaire, ask me and I realized that he had been talking to me, telling me stuff after he had asked me the question already.

                “No, sorry.” I quickly look over at him to make sure he wasn’t mad. He just stood there with a slight smile on his face.

                “You space out a lot,” he told me. We just stood there for a couple of minutes. “Well, what I was saying before was that do you care that I help you with your job because I was talking to Storm the other day and I asked him if I could help him do whatever he was doing; he said that I couldn’t. He told me it was because it was his job,”

                He just paused and looked up at me.

                “What?”

                “Do you believe the same thing as Storm?” I could tell that he was scared that I did feel the same way and wouldn’t allow him to help me out.

                “No, Zaire, I don’t. I actually really appreciate it,” Giving him a slight smile to give him a little more reassurance.