Pregnant For The Bully

Mary "How was school today?" Mum asked, she was looking at me expectantly. Images of everything that happened flashed through my mind repeatedly. "Fine mum." I replied, sulking. I hate it when I lie to her, it makes me feel bad. But mum already has a lot to bare now, I don't want to add more to the burdens on her shoulders. It wasn't easy getting this job, though I don't want her doing this job. But it is the only way we can survive. We at least get to eat free food, even though they were mostly left overs. I don't mind. We were given a room in the mansion, not even in the maids quarters. Mum said we were lucky, but I really don't see any luck in her working as a maid for a rich obnoxious family. I hated the fact that she has to clean up the house after them and also cook for them. "Hope you made new friends?" Mum asked, watching me carefully. I forced a smile, trying to hide the fear I have been feeling since I got home. "Yes,"I replied. At least I made a friend, Taylor was my

Mary School scares me, Beverly Dale high scares me. I sank my teeth to my lips as I walked towards my locker. I could hear the whispers, my ear seems to have gotten used to them. I was wearing a palazzo pants and a off shoulder red top to match the black pants. It was new, not really new cause we got it from a thrift store. Mum insisted I wore them today. Taylor was standing right in front of my locker. "Good morning," she whispered, immediately she sighted me. "Hey, Taylor." I whispered softly, hugging her. "I was waiting for you, so we could go to class together." She whispered again. I wanted to ask her why she was whispering, but I decided not to. To be honest, I was damn scared. Like really scared, the insults that were being thrown at us was not making things easier. "She is still here?" Someone said, pointing at me obviously. "Has she not realized she is digging her own grave. The queen and King doesn't want her here and she is still adamant." Another voice sai

"Hawk!" Mrs Andrews called out. "Mum, what is this thing doing here?" He asked, pushing me away with his shoulders. Mrs Andrews is his mum, you have got to be kidding me. "Hawk, this is Mary the new maid's daughter." Mrs Andrew replied her son. "A maid's daughter?" He asked, chuckling. "Damn! This place reeks of low lifes already." He added, sitting on the chair next to his mum. I bowed my head in shame, I was sure things were going to get worst now. I dread going to school, now I won't be comfortable staying here again. "Well, mum my room needs to be cleaned up." He said, taking a gulp of water. "I will go clean it up," my mum who has been quite for a while, offered immediately. "No, I was not talking to you." Hawk growled out. "I don't want you in my room." He added. "Ever!" He exclaimed. His gaze shifted to me, and I almost melted. "You." "I want you to clean up my room. And you are to clean it up everyday." He commanded. "Do you understand?" He asked. "Yes," I w

Mary I tried my best to let my mum know nothing happened last night, but she still believes something happened and I was trying to hide it from her. The time was half past seven in the evening, I was in the bathroom debating on wearing my panties or not. I left the bathroom and went into the closet to pick a jean trouser, if I wasn't going to wear panties, then this jean trouser should come in handy. "Come back here, young lady." Mum called me back. "What do you want to do with that jean trouser?" She asked, looking at me curiously. "Mum! What else do I want to do with a jean trouser. Obviously I want to wear it." I replied her, sighing. "And what happened to the skirt you are wearing?" She asked, removing her eye glasses. "Nothing," I replied. "Then return that jean trouser to where you picked it from? Are you trying to impress someone or even get noticed?" "Because you want to clean up a guy's room does not mean you have to impress him with your looks. I don't know if you

Mary Davies The last person I was expecting to see was Hawk Andrews. "I didn't know you steal." He said, smirking. He began to walk closer to where I was standing. The Apple fell down from my hands and rolled to the floor. I felt guilty, I shouldn't have come here at the first instance. "I don't steal," I whispered. He began to chuckle, I looked down. I felt embarrassed, my mum was going to feel bad her daughter was accused of stealing Apples. "Then explain what you were doing with the Apples, or were you about to wash them?" I inhaled a sharp breath. "Please, don't tell anyone. Not even my mum." I pleaded. "And why should I do that?" "Please." I begged. "Okay," he replied smiling. "Thank you. Thank you so much." I said in relief. "On one condition though. You come to my room tonight." **** I felt so stupid for stealing the Apples, I was foolish and I knew it. I immediately regretted sneaking out of the room as I opened the door to his room, he even left it open for me.