Ruthless

Chapter 4

Honestly the beginning of this reminds me of the Lion King.

(Rain POV)

"Are you deliberately trying to disobey me?" Luca snaps. His face looks fierce. I'm scared of what's going to come next.

"I'm s-sorry, sir. What have I done wrong?" I ask. I keep from adding "this time". It would sound rude, like I blamed him for me getting in trouble. I mean it, but last time I said it, I got slapped across the face by Brett.

"Look at me." His voice is stern. Emotionless. I raise my head and look at him in the face. I wouldn't dare to look at him in the eyes. He looks frustrated with himself, like he's having an argument inside his head. "Have you eaten breakfast?"

I shake my head. I woke up kind of late so I only missed breakfast. I was more tired than hungry.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He growls. "I told you to have dinner yesterday and you decided to go against me and go to sleep. You also locked the damn door so nobody could come up to get you. Now you decide not to eat this morning?"

I shouldn't say anything. It'll only sound like I'm arguing. I should've just listened to him. I look at the ground in defeat.

"Look. At. Me." I brace myself and look back up at him. I'm only making him madder. "Go eat something right now."

I nod my head, not able to find any words and scurry to the kitchen. Before I can fully leave the room, Luca shouts, "And not a fucking apple!"

I know what he means. I don't want to make a mess, though. The maids have already cleaned up after breakfast. Great. I should've worked at the bar instead of as a maid here because so far, I'm a disappointment.

When I get to the kitchen, I decide to skim through the fridge quickly. I want to make something that's easy so Luca can't get mad and the maids won't get upset over a mess that I can clean in a minute.

I see avocados ... and I see bread on the counter. Avocado toast it is. I take out the toaster and put a slice of bread in before cutting up the avocado. By the time I'm done cutting it and scooping it out, the toast is ready and I make my avocado toast. I eat my breakfast as I put things away and clean up. As I clean up the crumbs, Lexy comes in.

She raises an eyebrow as she looks at me. "Do you ever stop eating? Snack here, snack there." She says. I stop eating and look at the toast. My stomach wants to argue with her, but my brain is saying she's right. I've never eaten like I have for the past two days since a couple or so years ago.

She rolls her eyes. "What if Luca were to catch you doing this or any of the other maids? First, you're too lazy to get out of bed and now you're making a mess because you can't keep from eating? What kind of maid are you?"

"I..." I start. I don't want to argue with her. There's no use. I won't win. If I'm mean to her, Luca will get mad at me and God knows what might happen to me. "I'm sorry. I could just throw it away and get back to work."

"Back to work? You haven't even done anything yet. And no. Don't waste food. Finish up and get going." She scoffs and rolls her eyes before grabbing a water from the fridge and leaving the room.

I stare at the toast in my hand. So no matter what I do, I'll just make someone mad? He was right ... He was right.

Since Luca and Lexy both said not to throw away the food, I decide to down the rest even though my brain is protesting and my stomach no longer wants to hold anymore food. Once all of my breakfast is gone, I can feel it wanting to come back up. I rush over to the trashcan and all of the contents come right back up. Wow. So either way, I wasted the food.