MasukDarcie I stood with a microfiber spin mop and other equipment. Jaws dropped. Where do I even start? Why was Arthur being so stupid and unreasonable? I didn't know how to start complaining which would be futile. I didn't beg him either. But I sadly left after his instructions. I started with his room first. Vacuuming, using antibacterial spray, disinfectant wipes to clean surfaces while he just lay on bed eating. While I was done, I headed to Charles' room and arranged, took his dirty clothes to the laundry. Then, the marble tiles on the hallway, down to the last step on the staircase. Gosh, my back ached already. The maids tried helping me at one point, but when Arthur was stepping down, I'd collect the equipment as if nothing happened. Just to avoid trouble.The grand foyer, ballroom, formal dining hall and dancing rooms at the public sector; I worked there. The leisure sector which included the home theater, private gym, spa and billiards room, I made everything sparkling. It was a
Darcie The ride back to the Hill was silent. I perched my body to the window, like a frozen fish, scared, reeling from the trauma my eyes witnessed. Arthur wasn't just controlling. He's a vile person. I start thinking. All of my plans to execute for Charles were already broken. One mistake to make Arthur mad, he'll hurt my Dad. I felt so useless. I thought I was smart. I thought I could outsmart someone like Arthur, I didn't know he had this nefarious attitude in him. I didn't expect things to go this way. The moment the car engine stopped inside the mansion, I opened the door, ready to run in and cry out my eyes, my feet had almost carried me in when Arthur stopped me. “Hey, Darcie.”My body stiffened. The tears had blurred my vision, waiting…just at the verge of dropping to my face but I tried my best to control it. I don't want to cry in front of Arthur. I don't want him to see me as weak. Even at school, I show no remorse when I'm being bullied. Vulnerability is the factor that
Darcie Saturday morning. Didn't bother to wake up early. All I did was lay as much as I liked on the bed. I closed my eyes to sleep again and when I woke up, I noticed I had slept for hours. It's 11:pm. I yawned, stretched and groggily got up from bed. My bare feet touched the cold marble floor. Head to the bathroom to brush and take my bath. The mansion is quiet today. Passing Charles room, the door's ajar. I popped my head inside. He's not in. I went downstairs. Still quiet till a maid told me he left with Arthur. Sunlight peered through the tall windows which casted shadows on the polished floors. Damn. Arthur is winning. And Charles still remains in control. He had dragged him to that suffocating, draining stupid firm. I just sat at the kitchen table eating fruits. I felt lonely. If Charles was here, I'd be entertained at least. Thinking about what would happen next exactly. Would his football career end like this already? My phone vibrated on the table and when I checked the ca
Darcie I took a step back, astonished that Charles' brother actually came to school because of his zeal to make him go to BC (Blackwood Corp)This one would definitely be worse than their father. The world around me blurred as I focused on Arthur, his last statement. “I'm sorry. Why are you trying to involve my father in this?” My pulse increased. He looked around and when he saw no one in sight, pierced his fingers deep into my elbow and held my arms firmly. I winced and his voice, low and dangerous.“You mind your business. Your job is to help Charles with his school work and Charles, is to go to that goddamn building.”I stood my ground, even though I'm taking risks. “That's not going to happen.” I gulped. “I'm sorry. It's just that I support Charles living his own life.”He nods. “I see, you're stubborn. If your case gets to my Dad, you wouldn't like what would happen to yours.” My stomach tightened, I started to scramble for thoughts, trying to diffuse the conversation but at t
Darcie The knocking on the door became persistent. “Charles, open up! You don't want to be late and we are running late. You know how much I hate it!”Charles' eyes met mine, he had started to panic. “Come on.” He whispered urgently. “Hurry up and take your bath.”I dashed into the shower. Turning the water with full blast. The cold water made me shiver but I scrubbed anyway. Then I wrapped myself in his towel and cleaned my body. I rushed into Charles' closet and haphazardly put on my clothes and Arthur's voice still didn't come down. Charles yelled back. “Arthur, relax. I'm coming out now!”While I stepped out, carrying my bag. We were ready. Although my hair was still a bit wet but manageable. Charles and I looked at the window. He opened it and the high distance from his window to the ground only made my adrenaline rush. I watched him swing his legs over the window sill and then he dropped off like he did parkour. He landed with a soft thud on the grass. “Charles. What the fuc
Darcie My gaze drifted to the doorway where he stood. His presence had brought in silence to the room and he swung the door to open totally. Leaning and watching us. Does this guy not know what privacy is called? Or should I teach him?I shift my gaze to Charles. The warm smile on his face moments ago had vanished already. I observed that Charles didn't fare well with his family. Chasing his dream was stupid in their sight. Arthur stepped in further. A playful or mockful smile on his face, he twisted his lips, eyes scanning the room.“I see you changed your room. Not bad.” he nodded and his eyes fell on me. I didn't smile. I just looked away then felt his height towering behind me. He takes the book in front of us. “History. Hmm.” He drops it back. I don't get why he was acting like a supervisor or something. He was…. controlling. “St Jude's quarterback.” He moved to the wall to inspect the picture plastered there. “How pathetic.”I scoffed loudly and Arthur snapped his neck. “What







