Love is: A Battlefield

Chapter 4

The hours dragged on before the maids showed up. My room was still a mess. I had managed to get out of the dress. I changed into the sweat pants I was wearing before and I didn't think a shirt was necessary for my own confinements. I laid on the bare bed and kept to my thoughts. I wasn't going to give them the gratification that I spent my time wisely. I wanted them to know that I destroyed their property and I was proud of it.

"My lady." I heard voices come from behind my door. "May we come in?"

I turned to my side and yelled, "Come in if you must."

I heard the door open, then I smiled to myself when I heard them gasp. "What happened, miss? Did you not like the décor? I knew I shouldn't have picked purple." Wait, they picked out my room. Now, I felt a little bad, but not enough to apologize. Westin still paid them to pick it out, they still used his money to buy it. Therefore, it was still his.

I heard one of them cough. "Ma'am..." One said quietly.

"What?" I asked harshly.

"Sorry, ma'am. We just need to get you ready for dinner." I heard a couple of things being whispered between them.

"If you have a disturbance, why don't you say it out loud for all of us to hear." I was getting to become annoyed.

"It's nothing, my lady." I saw one elbow the other in the side.

"Right, nothing at all ma'am." I could tell she was trying to rub her side with her arm. I didn't talk to them for a little while until I realized they wouldn't leave my room unless I was dressed for dinner. I pushed myself up on my elbows.

"You can get me ready for dinner. However, I decide what I wear. Understood?" I said looking at both of them. They shook their heads in agreement. "Good. I'm wearing these." I patted my sweat pants.

"But ma'am." She suddenly stopped talking.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

"No, not a problem. Just that..." She again stopped talking.

"It's just that this dinner is formal. The Commander would want you in an evening dress." The other finished for her.

"Well, then I think the Commander will just have to be disappointed. Won't he? Now, if you'll be so kind as to pick out a shirt, touch up my make-up and fix this headband, I'll be ready for dinner in no time at all." I said with a sarcastic smile. I could tell it made them uncomfortable to do this, but I didn't care. I wanted to see the Commander's face when I walked in for dinner wearing sweat pants after I was already told not to wear them unless it's the weekend and he wasn't there. One of the girls walked over to the closet and picked out a decent shirt. I wasn't fancy, but I could tell she was trying to cover up the pants. As much as I wanted to stick it to him and Westin, I probably shouldn't overdo it. So, I simply nodded. "That will do." She came over to the bed. She motioned for me to get up.

"Please my lady. I don't want to get into trouble." She said quietly.

"Why would you get into trouble? You're only doing as you're told. They can't punish you for following the lady's orders. Right?" I asked.

"Miss, you don't understand. Never mind, it doesn't matter. Just sit up, please."

What didn't I understand? Were they treated just as harshly as I was while being in the conformity? Were they just as a prisoner as I was? Did the CoA murder their families and kidnap them? However, they were enslaved into working for the family. There was always bits and pieces I never could figure out about the master plan the CoA had. For example, why take over America? Sure, we were quite a country, and we did a lot to make other countries mad, but I thought that America and Britain were allies. I understand we had our differences in the beginning. The whole thirteen colonies and such. I knew that King George was upset when Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence. I knew that John Hancock signed his name so large that the king wouldn't have to get his glasses in order to read who the traitors were. After years of war, we finally won our independence, and the king died. They left us alone for a while. They had their own problems to deal with; like trying to overcome the humiliation of being outsmarted by men that had no military training, except for George Washington.