His Maid

Part 1 - New beginning

There was a disgusting smell inside the house that was overwhelming her lungs. It was like expired food, specifically cheese, and the reek of alcohol. Even though she cleaned the living room on a daily basis, this combination of smell remained.

Her 'good' father took care of it. Taylor Powell had been addictively drinking since her mother's loss, so her childhood was pretty traumatic. He wasn't a bad man or a violent one -except a couple of fool fights with her - but he gave up everything and his only problem was where he could find the money to buy some whiskey.

"You came back, I see. Where have...have you been all day, Amy?" he said while he was trying to stand up from his filthy armchair.

She couldn't pretend not seeing the new bottle of whiskey on the little coffee table.

"Is this a new bottle?"

"Oh. A friend of mine came by and left it as...as a pr-present."

"A friend? If he was a real one, he wouldn't buy you whiskey, but maybe nicotine gums."

He was an addicted smoker too.

He huffed and instead of responding to her, he went back to his casual seat position. In the armchair.

"You are exaggerating just like your mother." he murmured.

She moved her head in disdain since his words weren't even painful. While he was still murmuring, she realised that the bills were still there, unpaid.

"I gave you my last money, but you wasted them on drinking and not paying our bills?"

"I told you. A fr-friend gave me the godamn bottle."

"You don't have a single friend. Everyone despises you."

"But not you my smiley flower."

Tears starting running to her cheeks. She had to tell him.

"Dad, I'm leaving. I found a job in Los Angeles. I can't stay here any longer."

Her voice was trembling and his shocking face was even disappointing. But living with him in that tiny house in North Carolina, doing him every favour without respecting her, was too much.

"You're leaving me. What am I going to do?"

"You are an adult I think, still in your fifties. You can manage things by yourself."

She didn't believe what she said. He was incapable of living alone but maybe pushing him a little would do good to him.

He kept silent and skeptical. His hands were tapping the armchair nervously. He did that when he had the tendency to grab the glass of whiskey and drink. Drink. Drink.

Amy started packing her things in two suitcases. Her new job wasn't going to be permanent, of course. What she had really in mind was to earn a great amount of money and then open her own hotel in Los Angeles.

Her touristic studies motivated her to build that dream. But that was unfulfilled and in the drawer without money.

Thanks to Sarita Fuente, an old friend of her mother, suggested her working in a house as maid. She had her as her daughter even though she had one. This job wasn't the best option to include in her resume, but the money were above great.

The next morning after saying her goodbyes to her wasted father, she took a taxi to the airport, ready for a new life.

For the first time, her wide smile couldn't be hidden.

After long hours of traveling, Amy met  Sarita's daughter, Elicia, who was waiting for her to pick her up.

Both girls got into a taxi and discussed a little about themselves.