The Help

Chapter Two

     Have you ever had an out of body experiance. If not let me tell you what it is. Your watching what is happening but you can't controle what you are doing. That is how i felt as i walked up to the beautiful front door of the Dawn Manor. The wood of the door was carved so beautifuly that the bland window in the door looked just as beautiful as the wood designs on the door. Without my mind telling my hand i knocked on the door. I could hear the wind chime like bell sound through the house. After a few moments of waiting the elegant door gently swung open to reveal The Dawn's son. He looked like a model in nothing but a white t-shirt that hugged his abs lightly, and a pair of denem jeans. His hair was slightly wind blow like he either just blow dried his hair or had his windows down in the car. I smiled slightly as he looked me up and down before a smirk formed on his face.

     "You must be the new maid/cook/Stylist. Come this way... Beautiful." Shyly i pulled my plaid skirt down a little and then i fixed my white one shoulder top. Down several halls and up two flights of stairs and one throw and i was on a bed my arms pinned to the covers and the kid was ontop of me.  He had his head bent my my ear. He started nibbling on my ear as i struggled to get out from under him. The more i stuggled the more weight he put on my tiny frail body. This seemed to last for hours until the door was ripped open and the boy jumped off of me. I quickly rolled off the bed and hid behind who ever had saved me from what ever the boy was planning on doing.

     "Tristan. Her first day and your already trying something on her. I am sorry Miss. Jones. We were hopping to get back before you got here but there were some delays. Come this way dear i'll finish the tour. Tristan... i'll talk to you later." Quickly i scampered along behind who ever this guy is trying to keep up with him and away from Tristan. Once we came to a stop i noticed we were in a beautiful bedroom. There was a Four post canapy bed with curtains to block out anyone peeping in. The wall was painted a lovely deep purple color with swirls of other shades of purple. The curtains on the window were a lovely grey that slowly turned black at the ends. The room was like heaven ontop of a Heaven cake.

     "This will be your room. We want you being as confertable as possible. Expetially with how wonderful of a job you have." I looked over at him a look of confusion on my face.

      "My wife hasn't told you. You will be her personal Stylist, and hopefully in a few years our daughter in law." I stared shockedly at him. I felt like the world had stopped spinning. I was suppose to be Tristan... that perv's wife or his other son's wife if he even had one.

           "How many son's do you have." I questioned shyly. He looked over at me a small smile on his face also a look of pity in his eyes. That gave me the answer i was hopping he wouldn't give. My face paled. The room was spinning  and the lights seemed to faid and my legs gave out and everything wen't black.