"You're my game"

Chapter One

Sorry in advance for the amount of I's there are.
Rosalinda's POV:
I was a school teacher living in a shitty apartment with my best friend Valentine. Now I'm on my way to be a full time in home tutor and babysitter I guess. I don't even know how to describe it. I had an intense feeling of butterflies both good and bad. Ever get bad butterflies? Well let me give you an accurate very descriptive description, they're like good butterflies but bad. So helpful I know.
I was so far from everything else. The home was miles away from any city, but close enough for when you needed things. I've never been a fan of the city but I had to admit places far away like this scare me.
I saw a black gate and a dirt road with trees lining not too far near it. I approached the center and pulled my old pickup to the gate. I got out reading the numbers to make sure this was the place before opening the gate. Only to feel stupid as it had motion sensors. I jogged over to my truck not wanting the gate to close before I got through. I sped down the road eager to meet the people I'd spend years to come with. Little Flora sounded like an amazing young girl from what I've heard. However no one has met her, she's never left the Fairchild residence.
"Holy shit." I said as I saw the huge mansion. This is a mansion right? Has to be its huge, it looks absolutely gorgeous. I turned off my truck hopping out walking around the old fancy place. I got to a garden like area that seemed very well taken care of, as I reached out to touch a beautiful rose bush a metal scraping sound occurred.
I pricked myself on a thorn and turned quickly to see the noise's cause. I looked down to see my blood drip from my finger. "Shit." I mumbled as the red fluid continued to drip into the floor. "Ah, you're here. Finally." A woman said and sat up setting small shears down. What a bitch. I thought to myself as I watched her walk away quickly. "Come along!" She shouted sort of, cheerfully?
  "You must be Mrs. Grose." I said trying to catch up to the older woman. "Yes dear who else would I be?" She almost mumbled the last part and I bit my tongue. She's, something. "So it's just you and Flora? Speaking of, where is she? I'd love to meet her." I said as I observed the decor of the oversized home. "Yes, now keep up." We ended up in the kitchen, she handed me a band aid and I muttered a thank you. Too distracted with taking all the new surroundings in. "She's out back by the stable. Right back the way you came to the right." With that I left.
   She wasn't the nicest, but decent enough. "Hello? Flora? It's me Rosalinda, your teacher." In home tutor sounds too, odd. I'm so used to kids calling me Ms. Rose, the sweet little things. I couldn't help but feel sort of, anxious.
  Soon that turned to a small bit of fear. The stable was dark and quiet, I could almost hear myself breathe. I looked over at a large white horse, just beautiful. I heard a thud and turned over and saw a even larger black horse on its hind legs. I yelled and backed up only to realize it was caged. Giggles erupted behind me. "That's Alpha, he was my daddy's horse." I turned and saw the most adorable little girl. "You must be Flora." I smiled leaning down. "You're Rose-a-lin-da." She sounded out and I awed internally, smiling harder. What a sweetheart.
  "This is Ophelia, she was my moms horse." She frowned a bit. "She's beautiful. I have a little something for you." I said and her eyes sparkled as she smiled widely. "What is it?" She cheerfully asked leaning in as I opened my bag. I handed her a floral bracelet. Little pink roses all around it. I put it on her and she just stared at it smiling like crazy.
  "Pink is my favorite color!" She said and grabbed my hand. "Where we headed?" I asked as she tugged on my arm. Is it sad that she's actually kind of strong to me?
  "A tour!" She exclaimed speeding up making me move my legs quicker. Thank god she's small unlike Mrs. Grove who was nearly impossible to keep up with. "This is the garden. This is the art room. This is the dining room. This is the living room. This is the kitchen. This is the..." She never stayed in one room for long. We moved so fast. We seemed to go to every single room though, until we didn't. "You missed one." I said pointing at a red door. "No, that's the East wing. I don't go in there." She said and her smile wasn't there, her voice wasn't as cheery. "Why not?" I was slightly intrigued as to what could make her dislike something so much. A whole half of the house. "No reason to." She said and I just nodded assuming she just didn't ever have a reason to go there. "Now, lets go to my room!" She went back to being cheerful as we sprinted up the steps.
  An hour passed, once her cute  tour ended, which I don't remember much of. Now I was unpacking my bags, adjusting to the room. I looked back over at the stuffed grandmother. A little too realistic for me. I walked over unable to handle the eyes I felt were almost staring into my soul. It's like they followed me everywhere. I moved her into her great grandmothers sewing room. So many rooms. There were five doors in my room alone. Two closets, the sewing room, the bathroom and the hallway. I opened the closet forgetting it wasn't the bathroom twice already.
  This room was a lot creepier in the dark. I moved quicker not wanting to be in here any longer than I have to. I looked over the mannequins, in the dark they looked so real. I rushed out of the room shutting the door.
  I wonder what Flora is up to. I hope she's asleep since tomorrow we'll be doing lessons. I decided I'll check on her before I bathe. Quickly I made my way to her room and knocked. Not long after I slowly opened it, "Flora?" I called out and saw her standing by her open window. "Hey you got a big day tomorrow kiddo, come let me tuck you in." She turned to look at me with a small smile. She jumped into her bed giggling. "You're so pretty." She said and poked my nose as I pulled her blanket over her. "You're the prettiest little thing on earth." I said poking her nose back. She smiled widely with a small giggle and my heart warmed as I smiled.
  "Can you close my window, pretty please?" She blinked her big eyes up at me and I nodded. I grabbed the edge of the window, staring out at the view as I began pulling it down in a quick motion. I blinked and I saw a woman looking back at me. I blinked again turning around as I gasped a bit. "Flora did you see-?" I looked over to see her softly snoring. I shook my head and sighed. I need to get my shit together it's my first day.
  I sat there in the large bath tub, I was done. Just too comfortable, the warmth of the water felt so nice on my skin. I slicked my hair back and a few of my bangs fell onto my forehead. I pulled the drain and watched the water slowly swirl down. I stood up grabbing my towel drying off my upper body and slowly stepped out.
  I slipped into my night gown once I was done. I had my hair wrapped in my towel and let it down once it was semi dry. I ran a comb through my somewhat wavy locks, then brushed my teeth. Just a bit of lotion and I'm ready for bed.
  It's been an hour, not an ounce of sleep. I just stared at the ceiling, the room was pitch black. I closed my eyes tightly turning on my side. Just sleep. As more and more time went by I just couldn't. I heard thuds coming from the hallway. They continued over and over, minutes passed and they didn't stop. I groaned and turned on my bedside lamp. I slid into the bunny slippers my mom got me. She didn't really know my taste but I appreciate the effort always.
  I looked into the hallway and heard the thuds continue, only to realize they were much further away. I flipped a light switch on heading down the long stairs. The east wing.... once I entered it became much louder. The closer I got the louder it was. What the hell could possibly be so loud? This late at night. I approached the open door it was coming from, only to see yet another open window. This fucking house. I shivered as the cold air blew on me. A shutter slamming into the wall was all the cause. I shut the window and the door slammed too making me gasp. "Hello?" I quickly said. Who the fuck....
  The door swung open seconds later and a guy stood there, leaned against the door frame. "W-who are you?" I asked nervously. Regretting wearing barely any clothing.
  "Who are you? This is my house." He said and I remembered. They have a son, that's supposed to be in some private school. "Miles? I'm sorry I'm Rosalinda, the new in home tutor for Flora. I-I just heard the shutter and, yeah." I nervously chewed on my lip and observed him. "You shouldn't be in here." Was all he said as I noticed him eyeing me too. "Cute slippers Rosie." He smirked and walked off. I took a deep breath and sighed. He was nothing like I imagined, I knew he was around my age yet I found him to be so intimidating. I rushed out of the creepy dark room and up the stairs to my own.
  I spent another hour just day dreaming about his curly locks. He seemed so tall, cheekbones sharper than a knife, a jawline that could cut bricks. I groaned turning to my side squeezing my eyes closed. I basically work for him. I felt myself sadden a bit as I realized someone like him has a girlfriend without a doubt. Besides this is work, no place for romance. Well, a little imagination can't hurt nobody. I shut my eyes letting my dream world come on in. Those dark intimidating eyes the only thing on my mind.