Yes, Monsieur?

Thank you, Sir

~Andy's POV~

I woke the next morning with a very very sore head. I felt sick, I don't think wine agreed with me. I rushed out of my closet to find the bathroom, but in my state I couldn't remember where the closest one was. I managed to throw up in the middle of the hall and down myself, tears began to slide down my cheeks. I'd made a mess.

I wanted Mister, but he wouldn't want to talk to me, I was a mess, an idiot. I was so stupid. I sank down to my knees in the hallway, crying from the pressure in my head and the fact that I was going to get in so much trouble. I have no idea what time it is, but I'm sure everyone else was awake and they'd find me sitting in my own puke.

After ten minutes, I threw up again, this time it hurt my throat badly, it felt like it had been ripped up by the force at which I puked. I let out a sob, covering my face even though my hands had puke on them too. I was disgusting.

"Andrew!" A voice yelled, catching my attention. I lifted my head, whimpering as I saw the head maid walking towards me. She looked angry, "What have you done! Look at this mess- I will report this to Ashley." Her loud voice made my head hurt more and the only part I understood was that she was going to tell Ashley.

"S'il vous plaît ne, je suis désolé!" I begged her, please don't tell, I'm sorry. It was an accident, I just felt so awful. My heart was beating quickly as I thought of what Mister may do to me for this. "P-plaire..." I whispered.

"No, get up, go wash!" She yanked me up by my arm and pushed me in the direction of the servants washroom.

I kept my head down, tears still streaming down my face as I walked into the washroom. My body was shaking, I felt so ill. I wasn't sure I'd be able to work today, my wrist also ached because I'd been trying to use it last night to please Mister and his friends.

No one else was in the washroom so I stripped off my dress that was now covered in sick, along with my shoes, thigh-highs, garters and panties. Another sob left my mouth as I stepped into the shower, turning the water on. It was freezing cold, making my head ache even more.

I just wanted to be a good maid, but it didn't seem like I couldn't even do that right. I stood quietly under the shower, only letting out soft sobs every so often. I washed my hair and body, ridding myself of the scent of illness. At least I hoped I was.

I stepped out of the shower a little while later, my hands were almost blue from how cold I was. I picked up a towel and towel dried my hair first before I wrapped it around my waist and put my sick covered clothing in the laundry hamper for whoever was doing the laundry today, not me.

My footsteps were quiet as I made my way back towards my closet-like room. I had more uniform in there, I could put that on. I carried my heels in my right hand, bumping the door to my room open with my hip. I got dressed quickly so I wouldn't get hypothermia and die. Maybe that was an over-exaggeration but that's how cold I felt, my body kept going through cold sweats. I'd never really drank before and technically I was still underage, so I shouldn't have been drinking. I was only 20.

After dressing, I made my way back out into the hall towards where I remember puking, it still hadn't been cleaned up so I found a mop and paper towels along with a bucket. I began to clean up the mess I'd made, my body shaking as I worked. I felt way too sick to work today and my head was pounding. It hurt so bad.

I finally got the mess cleaned up, I disposed of what I needed to and cleaned up the mop before washing my own hands. I didn't know what to do next so I wandered up to Misters bedroom to make his bed. I hoped he wasn't in there or else he'd probably yell at me for the mess I'd made. Luckily when I got to Misters bedroom, he wasn't in there. I made the bed and put away the laundry someone had left on top of his dresser. It was usually my job to make sure Misters bedroom stayed neat and tidy.