Hostile Treatments

Staying in this house is more strenuous than I thought. The house is filled with snobbish girls that are nowhere near my league. Asides that, I miss my son already and can't wait to get the fuck out of here before I kill someone and blow my cover.

No one here seems to like me, I think they all feel intimidated by me. I've been holed up in my room all day and have no one to talk to. My pillow is the only companion I have right now.

My stomach grumbled and I frowned.

"I wish there's a way I can live here without food and won't have to eat anything from this house," I muttered to myself still frowning.

A girl walked into the room and simply pretended not to see me, she just went about her business, searching for something in her bag.

"Rude," I rolled my eyes and her head snapped in my direction.

"Did you say something?" She arched her brows at me and I felt tempted to scoff but I restrained myself.

"I said something actually but not to you. Why don't you just keep up with the pretense of me not being here," I forced a smile at her before looking away. I could feel her eyes on me but I decided to act oblivious.

"I don't know where they got you from and honestly I'm not interested in your story. My only advice for you is that you should watch your mouth if you intend on surviving in this house," she looked away, back to ignoring me again.

Seems she is not all bad after all, I expected a rude response from her, not advice from her. Based on the way she is dressed, I expected her to be sassy. She's an endowed lady with a serious face, like one who has gone through a lot in this life. She's dressed in a red see through gown that exposed her body with a smug makeup on her face.

"Thanks, for the advice," she gave me a tight lipped smile and left, leaving me all alone to myself again.

"She didn't even tell me her name," I scoffed, getting up from the bed. My body ached from being in bed for too long, so I stretched my limbs, stifling a yawn.

My stomach grumbled again, reminding me that I needed to eat something.

"I wonder where the kitchen is," I thought.

Well, staying in this room won't get me to the kitchen. I stood up and decided to look for something decent to wear. I can't walk around the house in just pants and a bra only. The thought of that alone makes me cringe.

Not having any clothes to my name, I decided to go through my roommates' load hoping to get something to wear.

"Why the hell are you going through my stuff," an unknown girl pushed me off, making me land my butts on the floor.

"Ouch," I glared at her, trying to ease the stinging pain on my butts.

"Never, ever, go through my stuff again," she towered above me trying to look intimidating with her petite stature.

The worst part of this job is trying to act weak and accept all the shits thrown at you.

Right now, I honestly just want to dig my nails into her eyes and plug out those eyes of hers she is using to glare at me.

"I'm sorry, I was just looking for something to wear," I looked down, biting down on my lips in anger.

"If you need something to wear, you can as well go and meet Pamela to get you some dresses. My property is off limits to you," she spat at me and I flinched.

Not only does she look like a dog dressed in tight leather skirts and a bra with a chain around her neck, she also sounds like one.

"What's going on here?" The other roommate I talked to previously walked in and I sighed in relief although not to their hearing. At least, there is one normal person with us.

"She fucking went through my belongings," she yelled still glaring at me.

I'm gradually losing control and I'm a step away from snapping her neck right now.

"I'm sorry," I kept my face to the floor trying to look timid.

"She's sorry, she surely won't go through your stuff again," my calm and normal roommate said.

"She better not," she huffed and stomped out.

I kept my face to the ground not bothering to look up. I could feel her eyes on me but I refused to look up.

"You can wear that," sure threw a gown at me and I caught it.

"Thank you," I smiled at her and she simply nodded. I inspected the cloth and I'm satisfied. It's quite decent enough.

"Never go through anyone's property without their permission, you won't be this lucky as you were with Emma," I nodded appreciatively at her advice and she just stared at me not saying anything before walking out again. The way she looks at me creeps me out.

I immediately got dressed and left the room. I needed to find something to eat because I'm really famished and feel like I'll faint any second from now.

I passed some group of girls talking and gossiping but I could barely hear a thing that they said. Their voices were really low and not audible.

Everyone seemed to be in groups and I felt like the only lone wolf in their midst.

Kira, the head maid is also present but she simply kept to herself not associating with anyone. I thought about going to meet her to direct me to the kitchen but then I remembered, she doesn't like talking.

My stomach grumbled again, loudly this time around. A few heads turned in my direction but I ignored them, they were the least of my worries right now.

"Hold on a little bit," I rubbed my hands on my belly trying to calm it down.

"Hello," I approached a group of maids who were discussing.

Only one person acknowledged my greeting; she turned and eyed with contempt before looking away hissing.

I stole a glance at Kira, hoping she would say something but she didn't even move a muscle. She just simply sat there, staring dully at a fashion magazine.

"Hello," I raised my voice a little louder this time around trying to get their attention and their heads snapped in my direction.

"What do you want," one of them asked, disgusted.

"I was hoping you could direct me to the kitchen," I forced a smile on my face.

"Do we look like a guide to you," another girl spoke up, looking annoyed.

"I never said you were one," my smile dropped and I became irritated with their attitude. Was it so hard for them to give me a simple direction to the kitchen?

"Don't mind her, I can direct you to the kitchen," the girl whose name I remembered as Karla offered. She looked really fake and she has an annoying accent as well. Her eyelashes were long like that of a witch, so were her cohorts and she looked like she was going to burst any second in her maid uniform as the cloth is extremely tight. I wonder how her breast is surviving in that uniform.

"Do you want the direction or you want to keep admiring my boobs," the girls burst into laughter and I felt like gagging.

If only she knew that I was pitying the innocent breast not admiring them.

"Ok, so where's the kitchen," I asked, looking away from her chest before she continued having dirty thoughts.

"It's down the hallway. Just go straight and once you get to the last room, just take a turn towards the left and you'll be in the kitchen," she said loudly, making everyone turn in our direction. Even Kira snapped her head in our direction before suddenly looking away fast.

Karla obviously did it intentionally. She looks innocent but if there's one thing I've come to learn in this life it is that those with innocent faces are the ones I should be wary of as they are the most dangerous.

After getting directions I decided to leave but then I suddenly felt pressed and I didn't know the way to the bathroom. We didn't have one in our room so I turned back against my wish.

"Sorry to disturb you but I need directions to the bathroom as well," one of the girls growled and glared at me.

"Common girls, let's not be hostile," Karla smiled fakely at them and I bent my head rolling my eyes. She's too fake and even her smiles can't hide that.

"She's interrupting our conversation, just because she's the master's new toy, doesn't mean she has the right to treat us like slaves" one of the girls hissed angrily and I folded my fist in anger trying to stop myself from burying it in her face.

"Don't mind my friend, she's just in a bad mood," Karla apologized sincerely.

"It's fine," I looked up at her with a fake smile on my face.

"The bathroom is just three rooms away from here. You'll get to the bathroom first before getting to the kitchen," she explained and I nodded, repeating her directions in my head so I wouldn't forget.

"Thank you," I turned to leave but she grabbed my hands stopping me.

"Also, do not wander off to other places. Besides the kitchen and bathroom, other places are off limits," Karla said and I nodded timidly before she released my hands and then faced her group again.

"I don't like her," I heard one of them say as I walked away and I rolled my eyes.

"Neither do I," I muttered under my breath, disappearing out of their presence.