Double her workload

Chapter 02: Double her workload

*Melissa's POV*

I struggled as one of the hefty guards came forward and lifted me up like I weighed nothing, dropping me on his shoulder. I threw kicks into the air with my legs, at the same time hitting his strong back, but he didn't budge. He just walked effortlessly with me draped on his shoulder, till he got to the car.

He shoved me inside before he entered and sat beside me. In that moment, another guard also entered through the opposite door. He sat down, trapping me to the middle. The driver started the engine and drove off, Mr. Brown's car following behind.

Immediately we left my compound, I took out my phone and dialed my dad's number. When he didn't pick up, I sent him a text informing him that I had been taken by Mr Brown, and that he shouldn't worry about me. I even went ahead to lie that Mr Brown hadn't manhandled me, so, I may not be in danger with him. I told him not to come looking for me, that I would try to renegotiate with Mr Brown and return to him as soon as possible.

Tears flowed endlessly from my eyes as I typed. I knew that all was just a lie and hell awaited me when I got to his house. But I just didn't want my dad to worry so much about me. I couldn't think of anything happening to him too, he was all I had left.

Different ideas began to fill my head about all the possible things that Mr Brown would do to me, and every option made my throat tighten.

I tried to focus on the present moment, but my thoughts kept racing. Finally, I turned to the guard who was sitting beside me and said, "please help me! Please."

The guard looked at with a stoic expression before he turned and faced the road. What exactly was I even asking him to do for me. They were all working for Mr Brown, so they'll just be as wicked as him. And even if any of them was good, what power does a servant have against his master?

My heart sank and I just buried my head in my palm in frustration. The car ride was long and silent, and I felt completely trapped and helpless.

We finally pulled up at a gigantic looking mansion. I guessed it was Mr Williams Brown's house.

"Get down, miss," one of the guards said, opening the car door. As I stepped out of the car, I found myself standing in front of the most beautiful mansion I had ever seen.

The mansion looked like something out of a fairy tale. The house was enormous. The walls of the buildings were made with gleaming white stones, with towering columns and a grand doorway. There was a perfectly manicured garden, and a fountain was in the center of the compound, gushing water into the air.

"My God!"

He had what looked like a continental hotel as a home, yet, he couldn't even forgive the little amount my father owed him. Five hundred thousand dollars was a huge amount for a normal person, but I was very sure it's nothing to Mr Williams Brown. Various luxury cars were packed in different corners of the compound.

My attention was soon shifted to Mr Brown, and watched him say something to a guard inaudibly. Then the guard nodded and began walking towards me, while Mr. Brown turned around and headed towards the entrance of the mansion.

"Come," the guard ordered, and I reluctantly followed him. We reached the entrance, where Mr. Brown was standing, with his hands in his pant pockets like a runway model, and he held out his hand to the guard, gesturing for him to stop walking.

He looked at me with an irritated expression, before he turned to the guard.

"Leave her with me," he said.

I swallowed hard the lump in my throat, and kept blinking my eyes to keep anymore tears away. There was no need wasting my tears on this man. He didn't look like he had a heart somewhere after all.

"Follow me," he order with an aloof tune. He began to walk at a really fast pace towards the entrance of the gigantic house and I began to follow him, almost running to catch up. It felt like I was some pieces of trash and he just couldn't wait to dispose me.

Just when we were about to enter the house, he got a call and he stopped walking to answer it. I stood there waiting for him ad he answered the call, his voice a little softer towards whoever he was talking to on the call. After some minutes the call ended and he picked up another call. I began shifting from one foot to another, to ease the ache I was feeling on my legs. My knees even had some dried blood on them from the fall earlier.

I couldn't help but wonder why we couldn't just go inside as he was entering the call.

"You want to come back today?" I heard him ask the person on the call. "Okay, let me know when you're in the airport to send a driver over," he said after sometime and ended the call immediately before turning and started to walk back to where we had come from.

I stood where I was at first, not sure whether to follow him or wait till he asked me to. I felt a headache coming. After a quick contemplation, I turned and followed him, walking fast to meet up before he noticed I wasn't behind him.

As soon as I got close to him, he turned to me with a murderous expression.

"What are you doing?" He asked in an icy tone and I quickly paused in my track, confused. He took a stride towards me and pinched my top, using it to pull me close to himself. "Always wait for my instructions, is that understood?" He asked with a mean face and I nodded, still confused about what I had done wrong. Or Maybe it was because I had followed him without being asked to. "Now, stand here and stop following me like a lost puppy."

He released me and continued walking, even bringing out what looked like a sanitizer and sprayed mildly on the hand he had used to touch me.

"I said it. He saw me as some dirt."

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. I hated so much how I felt right now. If only my mom had even survived, I wouldn't mind much about how I was being treated, but No! Everything was a waste. I was suffering for nothing.

He soon finished talking to a man he had met close to his gate and now walked back to meet me. I stood in the middle of the compound like a fool, waiting for him. His expression was now as dark as the clothes he was wearing.

"Follow me," he ordered again without sparing me a glance.

We got to the living room and he dialed a number. A blonde woman who looked to be in her late forties soon came quickly to meet us.

"Good afternoon, young master," she greeted but got no reply.

"Take this young lady to the kitchen and give her some work. I want her among the maids, but double her workload."

With that, he turned and left me alone with the blonde woman, who looked at me pitifully.