Zayn's Maid

Chapter 2

The night before the auction always made me feel sick. My stomach was churning, brow sweating...and before I knew it my alarm went off at sunrise and I had to get ready.
"Five more minutes," Jade groaned sleepily from her bed.
I chuckled and went off to the shower block, which surprise surprise, was totally jam packed full of bubbly girls.
God these teenagers were so gullible.
I jumped into a free cubicle, letting my waist-length chocolate brown hair soak up the boiling hot water. I took my time, rinsing my hair out slowly and washing my long slender body. Someone started banging on the door, they're hand leaving fingerprints on the steamed up glass.
"Would you hurry up in there please?!" they cried.
"Fine!" I moaned, turning the water off and wrapping my towel around me.
I opened the door and frowned at the girl in front of me, but her huge blue eyes made me feel guilty and I forced a smile for her. She could only have been around 10 years old and I felt sorry for her, it was wrong to slap fake tan and make up on someone so young to be sold to grey-haired pedos.
The girl shoved me out of the road, slamming the cubicle door behind her.
I rolled my eyes and went back to my room, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the marble floor. Jade was obviously in the shower block preening herself, so I had the mirror to myself. Lucky for me I had naturally tanned skin, meaning I didn't have to use the foul smelling fake stuff.
I curled my hair into loose ringlets, applying a layer of mascara and eyeliner. The owner rented expensive outfits for every girl in the orphanage to suit they're figure, even though I hated what she had chosen for me every single year. I pulled on my tartan skater skirt and cropped white jumper, lacing up the Jeffrey Campbell's she had borrowed for me. At least they were semi-respectable.
I looked at myself in the mirror, smearing some red lip stick on my lips to complete the almost "punk-gothic" look. The point of the auction was the sluttier the better, but there was no way anyone would notice me as I always managed to find a place at the back on stage.
Jade finally came back, wearing a pair of black sparkly bootie shorts and a white blouse, complete with a cute bow tie.
"You look nice," I said, smiling at her.
"Thanks! So do you!" she cried, admiring my skirt.
"I hate this," I muttered," make sure you get a spot at the back, the less people notice you the better."
She nodded as there was a loud knock on the door, the orphanage receptionist leading us to the auction room. A flood of girls were filing on stage, groomed to perfection. I looked at the crowd, spotting the celebrities such as Posh spice who was looking for a nanny today.
Jade and I pushed through the crowd, finding our number plates to pin onto our backs. The lights went off suddenly, spotlights shining onto the stage and stinging my eyes. The sound of Miss Whittington's voice boomed through the speakers, filling the whole hall.
"Welcome to POG's annual auctioning day," she cheered, the crowd clapping irritatingly," this is an opportunity of a lifetime for our girls which will secure them new lives in the near future."
That line she said every year. The lie they beat into us and destroyed our minds with. I looked over at Jade who was chewing her lip nervously, putting my thumbs up to her. She nodded and breathed and anxious sigh, her eyes filling up with tears.
This was torture for us, watching as the young girls around me were judged and sold as if they were unwanted china dolls. We had to wait for the signal to turn and bow and make stupid faces to try and impress the celebs. If any of them called your name from the list of our number plates, you were immediately put through to the next round.
My heart thudded as more and more girls disappeared, toddling off to show everyone their cleaning skills.
"Right is that everyone done? Great! Then we will now hold the cleaning round, girls you may leave," she frowned at us, gesturing to run with her hands.
I opened my eyes, close to tears. No one picked me, Jade was safe...for now.
We were sent to our classes which were panelled with glass windows, the celebs wandering in and out to examine us, just in case they changed their minds. I tried to be invisible, scrubbing the floor with no elbow grease to put them off me. Jade was fumbling around with a duster, fear in her eyes as a bald middle-aged business man approached her. I gritted my teeth as he squeezed her bum, having to control my temper. He chuckled to himself as a tear slid down her left cheek, my cheeks turning red as the pure hatred bubbled away inside me.
I picked up my washing bucket and threw it at him, the water drenching his suit from head to toe.
"Don't you dare touch her!" I screamed, slapping him across the face.
Jade stared in awe, the room still and silent for a moment.
"Why you little..."
He wrapped his hand around my throat, pinning me up against the glass wall as I struggled. I saw a tanned brown-haired boy in the corner of my eye, rushing towards us along with an army of the orphanage staff.
"Come on now Lord Sugar," he tutted, pulling him off me, " don't hurt the orphan now."
I scowled at him as I sank to the ground, gasping for breath. I knew exactly who he was...

Zayn Malik.