I looked at Ryder. "That's why I said it."
Ryder shook his head. "Lets go."
We both got to the car and walked in at the same time. The driver asks, "That was the last house for today, shall we go back home or do you have other things you want to do sir?"
Ryder looks out the window then to me. "Lets go home." He says and leans back on the seat and closes his eyes. When he does this, the windows darken and nobody can see our faces. It is nice at times, but you really can't see the world outside. That's what bothered me. I guess I could get used to it, maybe. I lean back and relax, we have been to twenty or so houses, and I don't know why. Ryder refuses to tell me, it looks like I will have to go to my friend, Ginger Empire. Her name was odd but she provided the friendship that I have been lacking my whole life. I close my eyes, and begin to remember times of my youth.
I was only 7. I remember father coming home and me and my sister running to the door wanting to be the first one to greet him. Only this time, she was first this time and it wasn't my father. When I heard my sister open the door I was running into the house through the back door. I stopped right at the doorway entrance to the entry way. I saw a tall balding man that must have been in his late forties early fifties. I watched as he looked at her and pushed her aside and closed the door. He acted as if we weren't even there. I walked towards my sister, and stood by her side. I looked up at the man and we made eye contact. He bent down and grabbed my cheeks and tilted my head upwards.
"Your quite the beauty.." The man's lips curled into a cruel smile.
I heard my older sister growl at him and slap his hand off of me. I jumped backwards and stared up at him. The man smiles coldly and straightens up. "My, My, you must be Sarah, Sarah Red." He looks around. "Girls, where is your mother?"
I look at my sister and we shared eye contact, silently debating if we should tell him. We look at him and my sister turns and says, "Come with me, but take off your shoes. We cleaned and expect it clean." Her voice carrying as much attitude as you could put inside of a 9 year old body.
I followed behind the man, every so often he would turn his head and catch a look at me. I felt self conscious, unsure of what I have done to engage this man to be looking at me. I looked down at my dark purple dress, it was fitted with a bow that fell to the side of my dress. I looked at my dark hair. It was in its natural curl, as always. I didn't find anything out of place. I was beyond confused, but I stayed silent. We went through the entrance way and took a right down the hall. Our maid walked out of my room and smiled and whispered, "Madam Silvia, your room is now clean."
"Thank you." I whisper back. The maid -for being old- quickly pushed her small cart containing all cleaning supplies to the west wing of the house.
I then turned my attention to the man and my sister, I was determined to not let them leave without me, so I ran to catch up. As I ran, my foot twisted and I fell onto my mother. My mother let out a screech and kicked me off of her. "Silvia learn about personal space, and watch where you are going!"
I hit the ground again wincing at my foot twisted once more, I clutched my foot and repeated over and over "Ow, ouch," Like it was going to ease the pain.
My mother rolled her eyes at me and grabbed my arm, yanking me up onto my feet. When she let go I collapsed to the floor once again, the pain unbearable.
"Get up! We have a guest and I want you to look nice, dry your tears and stand up!" She turned around and walked off. Her perfectly curled blonde hair flying behind her. She was always well dressed, and professional when people came or where around, even if it was just the maid or butler. I didn't understand why, I have asked once and she told me "A real woman should never look bad. It is her duty to look good at all times." I never quite understood what this meant at the age of seven. How was I supposed to understand?
