His Housemaid

Chapter 3

Nicolette's POV

  The closet's door closes behind me and the hand on my mouth is pulled away.

  I raise my head to catch a glimpse of my captor, only to a find a fuming Justin who looked ready to kill. What did I do again?

I try to think of something wrong I did but end up with nothing.

I try to ask him what I did wrong but he beats me to it.

"I thought I told you to stay away from my friends?!"

  He says in a dangerously low voice that immediately sends me into flight mode. I urge my mouth to work but I think it just went on strike. Or maybe, it quit it's job.

He rolls his eyes at my inability to reason or fight back and looks down at me in disgust.

"I'm going to say it for the very last time. Stay. Away. From. My. Friends. The next time I see you around them you are going to regret being born. Remember who you are, "just a maid". You don't belong here. You just got lucky. You'll never be like us. No wonder your parents died. They got tired of you. I mean, who wouldn't ? Stupid slut."

  And with that, he storms out slamming the door behind him.

 Finally snapping out of my flight mode I notice the tears running down my face.
I crumble to the floor as sobs rack through my body. His words playing over and over again in my head.

No. No, it isn't true. My parents didn't leave me.

Right?

They loved me so much.

That's what mummy and daddy told me when they were dying.

  Suddenly, memories from the accident starts to play in my head. I clutch my chest as I struggle to breath. I was having a panic attack.

 Its been ages since I've had one.

 My head starts to throb and I feel like I'm dying.

  I clutch the necklace containing my parents wedding ring and imagine my mother singing to me, our favourite song: Love me like you do.

 
The pain subsides and I calm down after a while.

  Knowing my eyes are bloodshot by now, I take my hair out of it's braid and let it fall to cover up my face.

I take my handkerchief from my pocket and wipe my eyes. I cover my face with my hair and then pick my the storybook of the floor after dusting myself off. I take a deep breath and exit the janitors closet.

  I then continue my journey to the library.

I greet the librarian and walk to the furthest corner of the library where the old books are. I choose a book from there after returning the former.  

  I curl up in a ball on the old couch situated behind the shelf of books and start reading.

  Soon the intercom sounds through the building signifying lunchtime.

  I get up and take the book the book with me since the librarian told me to. I then head to the washroom and fix myself up.

After splashing some water on my face, all evidence of crying leaves my face except my slightly pink nose which makes me look weird but whatever.

I smile a little as I remember the name my father used to call me: My little bunny.

  I then head out of the washroom and head to my locker. After taking my lunch, I head to the cafeteria which is on the third floor as the library.

I enter the cafeteria and sit in the seat on the furthest corner away from everyone.

I open my lunch bag and take out my food. I read while eating. As I'm doing so, I feel a heavy stare on me.

From the intensity of the stare, I immediately know it's Justin. I hide away using my now unbraided hair as a curtain.

My heart beat speeds up as I hear heels click clacking towards me.          

 Melissa stops in front of my table with her robots behind her and immediately the whole cafeteria quietens down.

Everyone watches in anticipation, while I hold my breath knowing the outcome of this wouldn't be good.
Deep within me, I was praying and hoping she would just insult me and pass.

I watch as she takes my bowl filled with my lunch and dumps it on me.

  Silently, I watch as it stains my uniform and my hair. She then takes my water bottle and empties it contents on me.

At that moment, I focused in not crying.

'Don't cry, honey. Don't shed a tear'
I chanted over and over again in my head.

  At this point the tears are rolling down my cheeks to the point that I can't stop them. I get up from my seat and rush out of the cafeteria as sobs escape me.

  I head straight to the bathroom on the same floor.

  I enter a cubicle and lock it. After placing the toilet seat down, I sit in it and tuck KY knees under my chin and wonder if my life is forever going to stay the same.

  I've endured it for three years. I don't think I can take it anymore. After thirty minutes of crying, the siren wails. It's lunch over.

  I wait for everyone to head to class before I get up and take the elevator to the fifth floor. I head to my locker and take out my extra uniform.

This time rather, I use the bathroom on the fifth floor.

  After taking a shower and trying to get bits of food out of my hair, I  dress up and keep the soiled uniform in a rubber bag. I put it inside my locker and go back to the cafeteria to retrieve my things.

I notice my handkerchief in the bin.

With a sigh I take my storybook and head back to the library.

  Soon enough, school closes and I pack my things and head home.
So much for my first day of senior year.
Oh yeah and least I forget, I'm Nicolette Blacke, an orphan and maid and this is my life.