I had cleaned up most of the mess he had made, something had definitely made him angry. I was still unsure what to do with the sofa or the cabinet that had been knocked over, I managed to lift the little things but these were two of the heaviest. I didnt want to get into trouble, after seeing the damage he could cause I didnt want to disobey him so I walked over to the cabinet hoping it would be easier the second time. I try to tip it up but fail, In fact it falls and I'm almost squashed, luckily I moved out of the way in time.
"It seems like you didn't get everything done" his cold voice breaks the silence. He was back.
"I couldnt lift them sir" I tell him, hoping he would understand. Without saying anything he comes over and lifts the cabinet with ease and does the same with the sofa. "You're so weak" he mutters.
"Then get rid of me" I retort. Oh crap what have I done. I didnt mean to say it, I was just fed up of people calling me weak and I answered him back, I was dead.
"You want me to do that" he asks in a slightly nicer tone.
"If you aren't happy with me, you might as well get rid of me sir" I reply. I was used to this, they were never happy with me.
He looked to be having an internal battle with himself, finally he spoke. "No, I think I'll keep you around" and with that he left the room.
James
Today had been stressful, I confronted zack and shot him in both legs, reminding him who was in charge. He swore to get revenge after the second shot so I stuck a knife in his shoulder, he agreed not to mess with me but I didn't believe him, I knew I would have to have more guards situated around the warehouse and my home.
As I drove home i thought of harper, maybe there is no need to distance myself from her but i should just incase something bad happens.
Entering the house, i first notice the house is spot less, she really did a good job at cleaning up. I walk into the living room and see the cabinet and sofa are still over turned. I wasnt pleased however i reminded myself she was weak and probably couldnt lift it.
"It seems like you didnt get everything done" I say knowing her reply already.
"I couldnt lift them, sir"
I couldnt help but roll my eyes, the exact response I expected. I go other and pick them up with ease, damn she was weak. I accidentally voice my opinions however "you're so weak" at this I expected a apology however I am shocked at her response. "Then get rid of me" a part of me was saddened by this, did she not like me. "You want me to do that" i ask trying to sound unpleasant but I was slightly worried about her response. "If you arent happy with me get rid of me sir" the truth was I was very happy with her around, so much so that she unknowingly became my weakness but she wasnt happy with me. I could tell she was afraid of me, the look in her eyes as she said this was pure fear. I hated it. I hated knowing some bastard had hurt her and I wasnt there to protect her. "No, I think I'll keep you around" I reply and walk out. I know I was being selfish, I could have gotten rid of her and be done with my weakness but I couldnt let go. She some how made my day brighter even if it was just simple things. "Harper" I call hoping she heard.
It seems she did as seconds later she appeared, "are you feeling better" I ask remembering how ill she was earlier. "Yeah I am, thank you sir for all you have done" she responds. I smile knowing she wont be as bored anymore. "I'm sorry for this morning, just I had a work problem" I tell her hoping she will say she forgives me. She looks confused though and it hurts to see, she wasnt accustomed to apologies. "Its ok sir" was all she said after a while.
"Harper what did they do to you" I ask, the question had been on my mind for some time now and I wanted to know.
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His Girl
RomantizmNeglected,beaten,tortured. All words that describe 18 year old Harper. Her parents sold her at the age of 4 to the slave traders. Now 14 years later she is almost beyond repair. Her hopes of escaping have long been forgotten. She is but a human robo...