"I'm sorry miss.", our butler Anderson said softly, "Pack your bags. We leave tomorrow."
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When I ran away three months ago, Anderson came and found me. He woke me up every morning with breakfast. He pulled my hair back when I was sick and throwing up. I know he got paid to take care of me, but he was the only one to do so and standing in front of him for the last time killed me.
"Can I hug you?", I asked him softly. He smiled a little, a rarity,
"I would hope so." I wrapped my arms around his stomach tightly for a few seconds before he pulled me back, tilting my head up, "Thank you for fourteen amazing years. I wish you the best in life. You're an incredible girl, don't let anyone change that."
"Bye Anderson.", I whispered. He smiled sadly, getting into the limo and driving away. Once he was out of sight, I turned back to the new mansion, ringing the doorbell. Before long, the big oak door swung open to reveal a tall, intimidating man,
"Remia?", he asked firmly. No one had called me that in a long time.
"Yes.", I kept my blue eyes on his matching ones as he studied me.
"Follow me." I did so, almost running to keep up with him. We stopped at the top of the stairs as he opened a door, "This is your room." I walked in, smiling a little bit at the beautiful marble decor. "Where are all your things?" I gestured to my suitcase and duffel bag. "That's all of it?"
"Yes." He paused, still showing zero emotion,
"We'll get you things later in the week. Dinner is in an hour." With that, he left.
Things I knew about this man:
1. He's fucking scary
2. My father trusted him
Not good odds.
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The next two weeks were much like the first day. The intimidating man, Alex, and I did not speak unless we had to. His servants made every meal and told me when to come eat. The maids tried to clean everyday, but I wouldn't let them. If my parents taught me one thing, it's that even with the help you can still pick up after yourself. I was still indecisive if my current situation was better or worse than when they were alive. At least before, I could leave and do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. Everytime I try to do something here, Alex is right on my tail telling me no and leaving without an explanation. It's not like anyone cared about me before. But at least I had Anderson. I really missed that stick in the mud.
'Do it.'
'Do it.'
'DO IT.'
I stepped back from the window I didn't realize I'd opened. I thought this stopped happening.
"Fuck.", I whispered, forcing a laugh as I closed and locked the window. I left my room, wandering around the huge house for awhile before sitting on the stairs in a daze.
"What are you doing?", Alex asked from below the staircase.
"Sitting."
"Why?" I hesitated. Alex wasn't too fond of lying.
"I didn't wanna be alone in my room. Sorry.", I whispered, getting up and going back towards my door. Someone grabbed my arm as I spun around to find Alex, wondering how he'd gotten up here so quickly. He studied my face for a second before letting me go,
"Come on."
"I'm sorry.", I whispered.
"You haven't done anything. Stop apologizing."
