Delicate by Young _Wizard

Chapter 5: the Story of Jackie Simson

>>the Story of Jackie Simson<<

        I woke up with the sound of raindrops tapping on a glass window. I opened my eyes slowly and peered out of the corner of my blanket, the window seemed dry. Where was the noise coming from?

        I rolled to the other side of the bed, and saw a woman standing at the side of my bed wearing a maid's outfit. She had dirty blond hair that fell right at her elbows, eyes that seemed to be curious of me, skin that was a tad wrinkled, and a smile that seemed to say she pulled a prank on someone. In a way, she intrigued me.

        I gave her a confused look and asked, "Where am I?"

        She smiled jokingly and replied, "the Jacksons' Mansion, of course" I had completely forgotten about that. All the memories yesterday came flooding back to me. The time I was adopted, placed in the Jacksons' mansion, saw a ghost... the memory made me shiver... and sprained my ankle.

        "Oh" I stupidly said.

        "Mr. Jackson has ordered me to wake you up at exactly 7 A.M. No more sleeping at that time, not even for a minute... he says" My eyes instinctively looked at where the alarm's noise came from and saw a miniture clock that has a screen that seemed to repeatedly flash a light at my face wherever my head went to wake me up.

        "Oh... um, ok. Why exactly did he want to wake me up so early?" I asked, rubbing my tired eyes with the palm of my hand.

        The woman's smile faded away and she did not respond. Instead, she began making my bed back to the fancy way it was, and gestured me to exit.

        I sighed. Will I ever get answers?

        I quickly showered in the room's personal bathroom and tried to dress up elegantly, hoping that I at least looked like I blended in with the family.

        I put my hair up in a tight ponytail and headed out the door, but stopped and went back in for a moment.

        "My name is Aria, by the way" I introduced, forcing my hand to stick out for her to shake it.

        The woman stopped her cleaning and looked at me with a shocked expression. If I'm going to live in the mansion, I needed to learn the maids' names so that I won't just call them miss or sir.

        She then smiled and shook hands with me while replying, "Elizabeth Gullan"

        I nodded and finally headed out the door leaving an intrigued looking Elizabeth inside my temporary room.

        I walked down the halls in a brisk way, anxious to learn why Stephen wanted me to meet with him in such an early time.

        The halls in the morning seemed to be bright as if it were Christmas. Lightbulbs in different types of lamp-like containers hung in the walls like a hotel. Many had a flowery design just like the walls. The floor was wooden with a red carpet streaming down each hallway.

        I walked to the only destination I knew Stephen may be in, the kitchen.

        I greeted each maid I passed by and finally, I made it to the kitchen.

        Stephen sat at the farthest end of the table in some sort of king-sized chair. He silently sipped his wine and suddenly said, " Sit"

        I obediently obeyed and sat next to him.

        When he finished drinking, he looked around and then looked startled at me as if I were an alien.

        "Normally when there are two people sitting at a table, the second person would sit across from the first person, not right next." Stephen muttered.