Tales From My LA Lessons

Secret {Part 2}

Dedicated to Josephine for secretly being there in my heart <3 

A/N: Hello there zero readers (boohoo) here is part 2 of secret heh. I don't know if the previous one could be classified as a cliffhanger though... But oh well. @Jo if you're reading this: I HOPE IT'S NOT TOO CHIM FOR YOU AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA okay. Anyhow, sit back, scroll and enjoy! Instant noodles and ice cream from my heart, Skye. 

She bent over to avoid mysterious goo dangling from the ceiling- goodness knew what that was, though she didn’t exactly want to find out. She could hear the pitter-patter of rats as they scuttled around, and the damp, musty smell of the dungeon threatened to overwhelm her. I need to get there faster, she thought. Feeling slightly claustrophobic, she pulled up her skirt trains and walked briskly, trying not to breathe whenever necessary. Finally, she reached a tiny wooden door. It stood at a height around her waist, and she didn’t know how she ever found it when no one else did. She didn’t even know how she managed to take the keys from the hook without him finding out. It all seemed like a stroke of luck. Or the calm before a storm. What would happen if he found out? She shuddered, refusing to entertain such a thought. Though she tried not to, her mind wandered over to the time a maid accidentally broke a mirror.

“I-I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to. I’ll clean it up right away.” The maid garbled on, frantically trying to pick up all the pieces of broken mirror. What was going on? Curious, she peeked out from behind a pillar. “DON’T YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID? HOW COULD YOU BE SO CARELESS?” She winced from the harsh sounds and surveyed the scene. There was a maid- Amy, she thought, or maybe another, crouching over the ground. Amy kept wiping at her eyes while she picked up the mirror shards, and she was trembling all over. She frowned. How could someone be so harsh? It was just a mirror after all. She tilted her head up, up, and gasped. For there, in the entryway of HIS study, stood a man so immensely tall and broad that she had to crane her neck to see the whole of him. His skin was dark, like he had spent his entire life hunting out in the wild, and he had a bushy beard. Like the Twits! She giggled to herself. “I’m really sorry sir. I’m really sorry.” Amy apologised profusely and turned to the doorway, about to leave to dispose of the mirror. “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?” He boomed, and she gave a squeak of surprise and jumped a little in place. “I-I’m about to g-go and dispose of t-the mirror, sir.” Amy looked as though she was about to burst into tears any minute. “GIVE ME THE PIECES. I SHALL… “DISPOSE” OF THEM MYSELF.” With one more firm glare that sent the maid cowering, he strode off with the mirror pieces in his hand.

She exhaled deeply. Until now, she still didn’t understand what the fuss was about the whole broken mirror. Couldn’t he just get it replaced? She felt particularly indignant, perhaps because the next day she noticed Amy’s bandaged hand and how it seemed to be shaking constantly. However, she did know now that that man that she had seen was actually him, and she was much more grown up now to know that she was extremely fortunate to not have been discovered. She couldn’t pinpoint the reason, though, it was just a hunch. She grabbed the metal key hanging from a thread from the inside of her sleeve and unlocked the door. Squeezing herself into it, she pushed herself through.