Who Had A Mind to Disagree?

Hope

Twiggy's P.O.V.

The alarm clock beeped silently at 5 in the morning, commencing another day of work. I shut it off the second it rang. I was up even before yesterday's alarm. Brian always set it to begin my day of service. If I was not up at that time, He would punish me severely. He taught me that lesson when I overslept five hours & He had to wake up to an empty plate.

Last night and the other ones before that were sleepless... dreamless... and hopeless. All of this made me tired. Brian never made me feel loved. Actually, I was to refer to him as Mr. Manson. He disliked his real name and I respected that. I had to. We were so formal nowadays. No emotions, just business. We were both casual. I worked for Him because He was my boss. My sole purpose was to serve Him without any reward or praise. I was just his bitch to boss around, nothing more. Nothing less. It was just how it was, and just how he said things should be. There were no "Thank you's" or "You're doing great" or any type of gratitude. I just did what I had to or what He told me to. It was very tiring to do so. I just never got to see the sun. No love. This was so different from when we first started. Sweet nothing's we once were, cooing to each other and functioning as one. Our relationship had gone dry long ago. It turned to this...

I rose slowly from my empty bed completely tired & empty. I functioned everyday not as a human being but as a robot with a routine. I took a short shower then dressed in my maid's uniform. It just so happens that I passed by the mirror. That device made me loathe my deformed figure even worse. It brought back memories of what was & what was now. It showed me how worthless I truly was.

The figure before me was pale with dead eyes and blue skin, as blue as his soul. The long braids he wore proudly had been forcibly cut off into shoulder length hair with no braids. It was plain and I hated it. Brian had really done it. He had killed the once gleeful me. I was a dead soul, broken and haunted by memories of what was and what could have been. Now I was his slave in a maid's outfit for what seemed to last forever. This was all it had turned into.

I smeared my makeup on then headed straight to the kitchen where I prepared Mr. Manson's meal. When the pancake and bacon were done the way He liked it, both were neatly stacked onto a china plate with silver curls painted onto it with delicate fingers. A small amount of butter was set atop the stack of pancakes before the perfect amount of syrup was carefully added to it. A small part of me hoped that it would be good enough for Mr. Manson. I squeezed some freshly picked oranges into a pitcher carefully. Once done, the pitcher was emptied into a tall glass with heart shaped ice. It was a way to show my love for him, the ice. It was petty and he wouldn't even think twice about it, but I wanted to show that even though he treated me this way, I somehow still loved him.

The meal was then prepared on the dining table for His convenience. I did everything nicely, just like every day, then hoped for the best. Brian would come back to me one day and then there would no longer be a "Mr. Manson." It would be us again as sweet hearts, only this time it would be eternal.

I returned to the kitchen then cleaned up the cookware needed to prepare his meal. I worked slowly just to kill time. There wasn't much to do in a situation like this. After working so much, there is nothing to work for anymore, but I was still expected to work. It was not permitted, but I took a seat in the kitchen then waited for His arrival. The sight of Mr. Manson was my only source of happiness, but he was also my despair. I could leave Him whenever I pleased, that was the last thing He told me before shit went down. I chose to stay. He was all I had.

At precisely 8:30 in the morning, Mr. Manson's alarm clock started to beep. The older man sighed loudly then beat the device until it silenced itself. I stood up to pretend to wipe the dishes. A few moments later, Mr. Manson strolled out of His isolated room then wandered down the stairs.
"Good morning, sir." I smiled with great conviction that today would be the best, although subconsciously I knew exactly how it would turn out.
As usual, He greeted me with His cold silence. My heart sank deeper into my chest until it simply dissipated. He'd always leave me feeling this way. My smile faltered as I returned to work.