The Slave and Her Owner

Moving In

In all of my years as a slave and even before that I was very into quotes. Whatever book I read, I kept a book mark and if I see a line that I really love, I would write it on the back of it.

"Words are no good against enemies; they are not guns."

"A thoughtful person is a better friend than a person full of thoughts."

"For are any of non-believers at a moment of despair?"

"Until I feared I would lose it, I never love to read. One does not simply love to breathe."

And finally my least favorite, "It is better to have loved and lost then not to have loved at all." I feel that the quote should be reversed cause I wish to have no memories of the ones I loved. I'd rather have ignorance over such madness.

I thought of questions to ask Van as I watched her gobble down the food Grace bought her at the same place she got me some cheese cake. Sauce dripped down her face and she was so oblivious to it that it was about to fall to her coat. Flashbacks of us as children and her messy ways flooded my thoughts. When Van was attempting to clean herself off, she would just smudge it across her face and smile at me once I did it for her.

"Van." I called to her. She looked up but I could still see the eagerness in her to get back to her food.

"What?" She asked me as I made a gesture to the corner of her face where the sauce was leaking from her mouth. Van understood what I meant and picked up a napkin only to miss a thousand times from where the mess was being left.

"Ugh. Just give it to me." I told her and snatched the white napkin from her hands with a small smile on my face. I dabbed at the area by her mouth to successfully clean her up. Van's eyes locked on mine but I tried my best to not look into hers for the fear that I might kiss her a little more to the right of where I was rubbing the cloth on her.

"You always did have a habit of taking care of my left overs." She joked which made us both laugh aloud at one another. Grace came into sight returning from the bathroom with a smirk on her face.

"Okay, long lost lovebirds. I have just been hit on once again, so hurry up and eat your food before she sees me." She said cautiously looking around the room. I let out a snort of laughter when she covered herself with the menu once the stranger Grace warned us about passed by the table.

"Do you think she saw me?" She asked us.

"No, but I should call her to give us some refills." I told her and Grace raised her brows in confusion.

"But your glass is half full." She stated. I picked up the glass and quickly chugged most of it down in one full swig surprising the two girls at the table. I gave Grace a smirk and raised my hand up flagging the waitress.

"Now, it's not. Oh, waitress!" Grace swiftly jumped from her seat to clamp her hands over my mouth.

"What are you doing? Do you want me to kill you?" She growled in my ear while keeping an eye out for the girl.

"Mmh mwamt amommer drimk."
(I want another drink.)

"Well, you shouldn't have practically inhaled your beverage. Now you'll die of thirst because of your actions. Oh shit, she's coming."

"Mhaha. Em your mace."
(Haha. In your face.)

"I despise you." Grace growled again to me. Both of us watched in silence and frozen in place as the woman was about to come to our table but only walked past us while looking at Grace.

"No, moo don't. Mow get your mands omf me."
(No, you don't. Now get your hands off me.)

Grace finally released and Van stared at me with confusion written on her face.