Chapter 9

Darcie

The moment I had finished preparing the snacks, I angrily left them there. Music and voices had almost burst my eardrums. Peeping from the kitchen, I'm seeing a lot of classmates from school. All holding plastic cups. Girls in short dresses and all. I scoffed and used the back door to avoid eye to eye contact with them. But while trying to leave, I bumped into Sloane and her minions. Their lips were glittering red, skimpy clothes and styled hair. 

“Look who we have here. The nanny.” She turned to her friends who giggled. I sighed, just wanting to avoid her silly jokes and decided to use the normal path but they went after me. Before i could even dash upstairs, my escape was cut short. Fuck. Too short. Sloane had grabbed my hair and yanked me down. I yelled in pain and stumbled unto the marble floor. 

The music continued playing but the crowd's attention snapped at me. 

“The nanny's trying to crash the party.” She yelled, laughing. I curled my lips, sighing. 

“Just control yourself. Control.” I whispered. 

But their Snickers and laughter still continued. I stood up to my feet. My dress had torn during the process but I stared at her blankly because I don't think I'm going to give a fuck anyways. I won't fight back. 

“What's the matter, Darcie. Can't handle the truth. Since you're the nanny. We might as well use you to clean this entire place up.” Sloane continued with her taunts. 

I pushed past the crowd desperate to leave but a guy's voice made me stop. 

“Darcie looks like a toy. Can we play with you?”

My anger flared, I turned around and pushed him off from the chair he sat on. “You don't know anything about me. So shut up!” I yelled, and the guy gasped surprised by my liberous action. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's enough.” Charles pulled my hands, taking me away and pushed me to a corner. 

“Don't touch me like that.” I grit my teeth. 

“And don't ruin my party.” He slipped from his cup. 

“You're pathetic as hell. Did you even hear what he said? He called me a toy.”

“You could have just ignored it.” He shrugged and I shoved him hard on his chest. 

“You're unbelievable.” I attempted to fight him and ended up pouring his drink onto his white shirt and the floor. 

“See what you've caused.” His fingers wrapped around my wrist covering and tightening it hard. “What the fuck, Darcie.”

“If only you didn't drag me in here.” I cried out. “You caused this.”

“You're going to clean this up. Don't make my party a mess. You're going to regret it.” He points his finger. “And don't go upstairs. Stay here. You're going to be the maid.”

He released his hands and I groaned from the sharp pain. I went upstairs to avoid him for the rest of the day. Before I could even reach the hallways, he had speedily changed and blocked my way. “You aren't going into your room because you won't come out. Instead, you will stand at the party.”

He dragged me downstairs. “If you don't clean up the mess after everyone leaves, I'll tell my Dad you stole something valuable from the mansion.”

I scoffed aloud, crossing my arms. “You wouldn't dare.”

He smirked. “Try me. And when I do so, you'd be a shame to your father. Oh, imagine what would happen when he finds out that his daughter is a thief.” He laughed making me weak…but I wasn't. 

“Your father's bankruptcy is the reason you're here. You wouldn't want to disgrace him right?”

I kept quiet. I didn't have any more comebacks. Instead I gave him a death glare. “Fine.”

I stood at a corner, watching as the party got hotter. I was filling drinks for people and making sure they ate. Picking up shards of glass that fell. Those drunk fools had begun to mess items up. Oh boy. Just imagine Mr Sterling opening the door. Charles will be so fucked up. 

The party grew hotter for their truth or dare game over the table in the middle of chairs and the sofa. It was annoying because I had to watch people kiss and touch their private parts, the smell of alcohol choked me. My eyes narrowed when Sloane was dared to seduce Charles. He just smiled and sat on the chair. 

“No.” I whispered to myself, watching Sloane excitedly grabbing her boobs, forcing the cleavages up to her neck. The crowd goes wild as she turns and twerks and bounced on his body. Charles, drunk and laughing, held her waist. She sat on his lap, a sultry smile on her face. Kissed him fervently and her hands unbuttoned his shirt, leaving his chest bare. 

The crowd cheered as her tongue poked out sucking his nipple. And the. She slowly began to use his body like a pole dance, her ass riding on his laps. I knew he felt that sensation. My grip tightened around the glass. I knew he horny. I wished I was the one who was on–

What the hell, Darcie. Shut up. I was embarrassed by my own thoughts. I felt a mix of discomfort and rage from the ugly scene. 

“Teenagers really have no shame these days.”

 I continued working but couldn't help but feel…. jealous? I wished I could push her off but that would be so uncalled for. I shook my head, confused. Charles is my enemy. Whether he kissed or not. I regretted doing it anyway. I'm just an employer here. 

Hours later, when the party had ended, everyone had evacuated back home or wherever they came from. My jaw dropped at that total wreckage and sheer scale of the mess. Where do I start from. From the beginning of the stairs, condoms littered the stairs. Did people fuck on the stairs too? I stared in utmost confusion. Cups and bottles overflowed from trash cans. The air reeled of stale beer and perfumes. I didn't know where to start but I did anyways. 

“This is horrible. This is traumatizing.” I angrily threw the pillows from the floor to the sofa and stomped my foot hard. I cleaned the wetness from the floor. 

“Just imagine. They have no shame. Useless kids, doing dangerous things.”

I picked the disposable cups and threw them in a garbage bag. “Foolish Sloane.”

“Did you get jealous?”

I gasped and turned. Charles held a bottle and started chugging it down till he slurred and the bottle fell, crashing and shattering to the floor. I covered my ears in surprise. He started lurching and staggering like he was about to fall, talking gibberish. This dude was heavily drunk. 

He fell on the couch and took his belt off. My eyes widened. 

“Wanna suck me?”