Secrets

Chapter 9 Apples and Oranges

It's funny how quickly people can change.

Take me for instance.

I've been in hell for a little over a month now but snowstorms seem to be my new love interest. There's something about the quiet white flakes drifting soundly on the ground that calms me in these hectic times. Living on the streets, I hated snowstorms because then I would have to stay in some shelter where they would take all of my drugs away from me before entering. If I smuggled any a few other druggies would steal it. I dreaded snowstorms living on the streets but now looking at it from this large bay window on the second floor, it seems almost magical.

I don't have much injuries from Abel's assault. There were a few bruises but they are already fading away. Also, the pain goes away easily when I get high.

There is something seriously wrong with me I think. Even though he was so violent that time, it only gave me more material for my day dreams about him. I still can't help how my body reacts to the memories. Even now, I can feel the part where my thighs meet clenching up as I think about it. I tug on my bottom lip and close my eyes enjoying the feeling.

The door suddenly bursts open. Shocked, I jump and fall on my shoulder on the floor.

"Are you okay," a maid asks.

I turn to see some tall brunette looking at me worriedly with piercing blue eyes resting on her perfect face. She looked like a Russian baby doll.

"I'm fine," I manage out. She helps me up and I get a good look at her outfit. She is wearing the classic French maid outfit with black stockings and a long sleeve blouse. She is even wearing the head dress. "I'm sorry, how can I help you?" I'm confused as to why she is here. Maids never come into my room.

"I-I'm new here and I was given the task to clean this floor and I remember they told me there were rooms I didn't have to bother with but I wanted to impress Mr. Tesfaye. I didn't know someone would be here," she rambles in an American Atlantan accent. It was weird how she spoke. Her voice doesn't quite match her appearance.

"Oh, that's sweet and I guess that's why no one ever comes in my room," I respond referring to her instructions.

We just kind of stood there for a while and it was getting uncomfortable.

She must have realised it so she piped up, "Well, I have no problem cleaning your room." She walks to the door as she speaks and that's when I notice her cleaning caddy with a mop and bucket.

"Oh no. You really don't have to."

"I insist." She starts to dust off the furniture.

I watch as she gets to work dutifully. "I don't know how to thank you for this."

"Don't. It's my job and besides, I finished what was mandatory of me already." She hums as she dusts happily. Her cheerfulness is annoying.

"So... you're new?" I ask sitting back at the window looking at her.

"I am. This is my second day. I'm Bella, by the way." She turns at me and smiles when she introduces herself. This girl really is drop dead gorgeous.

I'm a bit stunned for a while but then she looks at me concerned.

I finally reply saying, "I'm Madeleine, Maddy for short."