Seasoning House

6. His Office

    I fell into my bed in the cold closet sized room before covering up, and sobbing into my pillow.

    "I HATE THIS!" I screamed into my pillow.

    I don't like the people here, I don't like Harry, and I just wanna be home. There's something off about this place but I can't put my finger on it. Something doesn't feel right, something feels so sinister and evil when I'm alone just walking around doing my house duties.

    I flipped over on my back to stare up at the freshly painted white roof. Tears dried on my cheeks as I thought about being back in my small bed in the room I share with my mom. I wonder if she's crying too. I've been such a home body and mamas girl since I was a baby and it's so lonely sleeping alone, and I feel like I'm going crazy not being home to care for my family and house. But I'm doing this for my mother, that thought is the only thing pulling me through.

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    I hadn't realized that sleep hit me hard till I woke up to the sound of a beating fist on my door. I jumped up groggily and ran to the door, only four steps away.

    "Good morning, Ms. Adams." Mr. J smiled brightly at me.

    "Good morning." I said to the best of my ability without throwing a grumpy, tired tantrum.

"I'm sorry I woke you so early, but I figured you could have an hour to ready yourself, and study your chore list." He smiled overly cheery.

"Thank you." I smiled, ten inches from beating him down and going back to bed. I've never been a morning person.

He smiled and nodded and walked off down the dark hallway. I closed my door and looked at the clock above my bed that read "4:00 a.m" are you serious?

It didn't take long for me to shower, brush my teeth, and wash my face. I must have been speeding so I can get a few more minutes of shut eye, because by the time I got out of the tiny bathroom the clock had only moved twenty minutes.

I inspected the drawers full of the clothes I have to wear. I put on a pair of white panties and a white bra. The only thing in the drawer, but it's fine those are usually the only colors I wear for under garments. I put on a knee length, short sleeve black dress, and tied a small white apron around my waist before tying my hair up into a messy bun on my head.

    I spent the rest of what could be precious sleep time, to study the new chores top to bottom. My heart dropped when I realized most of my chores pertained to Harry personally. A lot of things said to do something in the "seasoning house" but I have no idea where that is, and it doesn't tell me where to go. I'll have to dreadfully ask about that later.

    I set the book on top of the tall clothing dressed before leaving my room with a skip and bright smile. I wanna make the best out of my time in the rich district, I shouldn't be so sad, angry, and bitter the whole time or I'll just ruin my own mood.

    As I got to the end of the steps, Mr. J stopped me and handed me an already prepared tea tray, the first thing on my list.

    "Thank you so much, but I could have got it." I told him.

    "Oh please it's no bother, I love making master Styles tea."

    My heart fluttered a bit at his words. So it's not some creepy weird thing, other servants also call him master. Maybe it's a rich person thing that I just don't understand, I don't think I was over reacting. Anyone from my district would think it's creepy and weird to call someone that, even your boss.