Enslaved || h.s

11

Georgia looked up at Mr. Styles, fear present. She was afraid of what he wanted. She heard about masters, male and female, calling their slaves into their bedrooms. What they did in there was what scared Georgia. She didn't want that to happen.

Mrs. Styles looked over at Mr. Styles, a look of disbelief on her face. Mr. Styles took a bite of his pancake and looked up. Harry was staring at him. So was Gemma. And then he looked at his wife who looked almost ready to hit him. Mr. Styles then looked up at Georgia's facial expression which showed nervousness and fear.

He placed his fork and knife down.
"I'm not seeing her for...that. I just want to talk to her. Calm down everyone", he said, looking at his family members. The whole table, including Georgia, sighed of relief and began to eat again.

Harry looked over his shoulder where Georgia stood. She was looking at the ground.
"Go ahead and fix yourself a plate, Georgia", Harry said. Georgia shifted her gaze to Harry then looked up at his parents for approval. Mr. Styles nodded and gestured for her to go.

Georgia was about to walk to the kitchen when she was stopped.
"Wait! Make sure to use plasticware and a plastic plate and throw it away afterwards", Mrs. Styles said, with a smile on her face. Georgia didn't look behind her and nodded.
"Yes, ma'am", she said. Harry looked at his mother in annoyance. Mrs. Styled caught his stare and her smile faded.

He scoffed and continued to eat his meal.

Georgia went into the kitchen and fixed her plate. She looked in the drawers and saw a small wall in it that separated her eating utensils from the masters'. Her side had the word 'slaveware'. But there was one problem. Her side was empty.

She thought for a second. She peeked around the corner and saw the family enjoying the breakfast and conversing with one another. She looked back down at the drawer and reached for the silverware. 'They won't notice. If they do, I'll say I dropped the utensils I used for the breakfast in the sink by accident and had to get some more', she thought.

She picked up a fork and closed the drawer. She peeked around the corner again and they were doing the same thing.

She placed her plate on the island and quickly began eating her well deserved breakfast. Her cooking was delicious. She had never eaten her own cooking before. Her old master bought convenient store snacks and dinners for her to warm up and eat.

She had to say, she was a mighty fine cook.

She was so engrossed in her delicious meal that she hadn't heard Mrs. Styles come into the kitchen. She was in the middle of a bite when she saw a figure in her peripheral vision. She snapped her head to the person and there she was. Mrs. Styles glaring at Georgia and fuming with anger.

She stalked toward the younger woman and snatched the metal fork from her hand and slammed it on her remaining meal, making Georgia flinch from the loud sound. Georgia averted her gaze to the counter, not wanting to make eye contact with the witch.

"Everything okay in the kitchen?", Mr. Styles shouted.
"Yes, honey. I just dropped my silver, is all", Mrs. Styles said, looking over her shoulder then back at Georgia.

"I thought I told you to use the plasticware", Mrs. Styles growled in Georgia's ear. Georgia kept her face straight.
"There isn't anymore", she said.
"Then use your hands. That's what you people do in Africa, right?", she said, closer to her face. Mrs. Styles grabbed the unfinished food and strutted toward the trash bin. She opened the can and through the plate and fork away.

She stared back at Georgia who was still staring at that same spot on the counter. Georgia didn't feel anger toward the woman. This was expected. She knew she would encounter masters like this. The Africa remark hit a spot though. Never mind she had never been to Africa and she was African American, she still felt hurt toward that statement.

Silence.

Mrs. Styles scoffed and looked her up and down.
"What a waste of good silver", she said. She sighed and fixed her dress. She placed that fake smile back on her lips and began to walk back to the dining room.

She stopped behind Georgia.
"Next time, do what I say, or there will be consequences", she said.
"Yes, ma'am", Georgia said. Mrs. Styled patted her shoulder and walked to the dining room.