The Addiction

The Addiction - Chapter 4 Prt 1

It's been 2 unbelievably excruciating days since Chloe had found out my position as maid. After Elize had told her, her stare lingered on my face for one second too long making my heart feel heavy like stone. But, to my surprise and relief, her smile broadened and she took my hand in her own. 

"Oh, well that makes more sense. Sorry for being a brute earlier, I thought you were a party girl Elize was having his way with." A blush creeped up on my face as I forced my lips into a faux smile. Why does everyone think I'm a party girl? Do I really look that way? 

"Okay enough with the pleasantries." She had said, smoothing her shirt over Elize's future child. She staid dormant next to the entrance of the kitchen and looked directly at me with a smile like acid.

"Can you give me a hand with my shoes? My belly won't allow me to take it off myself." She pointed down at her star encrusted sandals which made me want to run out the room screaming 'I give up'. I look towards Elize, hoping he would cut into this matter, but he just stood there not saying a thing. 

I bit the inside of my lip and bent down, taking off her sandals with two forced thrusts. She again flashed her white artificial teeth, which grazed me deeper than it should have. 

"Thanks!" She said, her high pitch voice straining my ears with annoyance. How could Elize deal with her enough to actually make love to her at all? 

"I'm so tired. Elize, which room am I sleeping in tonight?" She laced her arm around his as he reluctantly leads her down the hallway out of sight. 

I kneel there on the floor, dormant for which I thought was ages. This was only the beginning.

Two days later I'm bending over a wash basin with Chloe's tank top in one hand and a scrub in the other. She had told me these items couldn't be washed regularly because they were exceedingly costly, so she had given me the honor to do them instead. I graze the light turquoise top above the foamy water, my hands getting irately red from brushing one expensive piece to another.

The severe annoyance I feel towards Chloe isn't just a me situation either. Elize had resorted to visiting his family for the weekend while he left me with her. I have concluded that this situation was going to be the death of me. I continuously scrub the fabric until the piece smells of roses, then I throw it on the hanger line on top. 

"I can feel my skin ripping off." I breathe as I wipe my forehead. I stare down at the waste basket of clothes and sigh extensively, realizing that I didn't even leave a dent. As I move to pick another item Chloe's shrill voice locomotes through the hallways, making me shiver with resentment. 

" Hello! Amanda, I need your help!" I grudgingly walk into the room Chloe was given, its shimmering curtains and bright crimson walls flushing in luxury and beauty. But I hadn't had time to appreciate the decor before Chloe had enlisted me with a eternal amount of tasks. Her bulbous green eyes look up from the designer magazine she's holding, and a stiff smile spreads across her powdered face. She's sprawled on top of a gargantuan crimson-covered bed draped in light golden fabrics from the beams. 

"Oh thanks for coming, you really are fast on your feet. Almost better than any maid I've ever had." 

"Yes ma'am." I say through clenched teeth.  She rolls over on her side to face me, throwing the magazine across the floor which I will undoubtedly have to pick up later on.  

"I'm having cravings again, but I don't know for what..." She began, rubbing her manicured hand over her stomach,

"Maybe sushi? Or a sandwich? A Dave's Double actually sounds pretty good right now."

"Would you like me to get you that burger then?" I ask reluctantly, knowing exactly what she was hinting at. 

Her smile carves over her face.

"Yes! That will be wonderful. Make sure it gets here hot. We don't want a incident like last time."

"Of course ma'am." 

"God, ma'am makes me feel so old. We're almost the same age, call me Chloe, okay?" She says. 

I guess we haven't really established proper names before I started becoming her personal servant so I just used the titles they wrote in movies. As I turn around to leave through her big double doors, her voice stops me from going any further. 

"Oh by the way, can you call Elize for me while you're out? Tell him that I need to get checked up tomorrow and I need  the address and phone number of his doctor. Thanks." She explains, before turning her back to me, reaching for her phone to make probably 20th call she has done this morning.

Even though I want to ask why she couldn't call herself, I nod stiffly and streak through the doors, closing them behind me. At least getting her the sandwich (or burger whatever) will enable me some time away from that opened mouth doll. I shake my head fiercely and force myself to alleviate any negative thoughts about Chloe. Again, she's pregnant, it just isn't right to think of her in that way. 

I close the penthouse door behind me and walk down the long spiraling steps to the first floor. The stairway is as beautiful as the actual living spaces; the walls that surround it are bright ivory with a hints crimson specks decorating the marble white steps. Yes, I've only been Chloe's maid for 2 days and a half, but still, I've started to find comfort anywhere that isn't close to her. Taking the stairs means more time apart, which means a happier Amanda.

 I walk through the main doors into the busy and colorful streets of Los Angeles. They don't give me the paint for my imagination anymore, or the thrill to explore. Unknown to Elize, I've felt trapped these few weeks living here. My families morals had twirled around my head, sinking me deeper into a darkness that only Elize's dashing smile can fish me up from. But now, that's in risk of being taken away as well, like most of anything normal that could've happened to me as I was growing up. 

I feel my eyes water as I involuntarily wipe away the tears. I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this, but walking makes me think, and it's one of the disadvantages of taking such a long route. 

I walk through Jegen's square, peering my eyes out for the Wendy's that's bullet-ed on my digital map. It's not long before I find the twinkly ginger girl displayed on the outside of a majority red building. I walk inside, savoring the safe cool air that contrasted with the torrid weather outside. I smooth out my red polka dot dress across my body, making sure that I was at least proper enough to talk with the cashier. Then I look around nervously as the anxiety I've tried phenomenally hard to suppress began to resurface. This was another disadvantage of making these trips. 

Every time I go to an open space like this, I picture big, hideous men with burly hands and bodies, looking me up and down with a expression that only meant predator. It hit me every time I'd make eye contact, even with the females. I can feel them questioning me, their not existent gazes asking me what sins I've committed, and how I could be such a terribl-

"Ma'am, are you going to order?" I swallow, as I slowly lock eyes with with the stranger. He's dirty blonde and tan with a robust physique flaunting underneath his dark shirt, and piercing blue eyes that could've held the entire ocean within them. I gasp silently, never seeing such a model in my life. I thought Elize was the most attractive man I've ever met, but this one looked like he just walked off a celebrity magazine. 

He smiles as I stare gaping, probably waiting for my response, but I can't seem to get out of my trance. 

"Sorry if i'm disturbing you, but there's no one in front of you now. I am known to get a little bit impatient when I'm hungry." He says, as I nod like a dang idiot. What am I doing? Just get the food! I turn around sharply, but instead of walking forward like a normal human being, I accidentally trip over my own feet and shamefully land on the side of the serving counter with a loud smack. My face goes bright red as I can feel the eyes of the majority in the room, including the stranger behind me. 

"Hey, you okay there?" I hear him say through my embarrassment. 

"Yes." I squeak, regaining my posture and pointing to the Dave's Double on the menu. The cashier raises an eyebrow. 

"Will that be all?"

I nod, not willing myself to speak again and walks towards the restroom, purposely not making eye contact with the god-like stranger I had just met. I'm a complete fool, I'd rather die in here then step foot outside to all the judging glares and the handsome man's stares. 

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