Chapter 9

Rosalies POV:

I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish.

I believe I haven’t mentioned it before, but I’m a huge fan of anime… or should I say Naruto in particular, seeing that most anime I’ve watched failed to ignite the same burning passion Naruto did. The sudden buzzing heard on my left side immediately pulls me out of my trance of thoughts, somehow lifting myself up I immediately put an end to the pathetic excuse of a sound the alarm produced.

Unfortunately for me, today reads yet another week of work so rolling out the bed, I find my way into my mini bathroom where I approach the square shaped mirror and allow my eyes to bore at my reflection which now rested on the shirt I had on. My eyes couldn’t seem to tear its gaze away from it, making me wonder as to why I am so fixated on it. The shirt had on two simple words, yet it weighted on me much more than one would imagine.

“Smile More,” it read, but how can I when the battles seem endless and the world gives me no rest, nor a single sip of water to refresh myself from the crucial circumstances that’s continuously on repeat.

Letting out a deep sigh I forcefully tear my gaze away as I stripe bare, bringing the shirt before me and neatly folding it at the same time recalling the events that had occurred along with this very piece of clothing. I hop into the shower, taking my usual 45 minutes. I hadn’t layed an outfit as I usually do the day before so going through my closet I pick out a gypsy shirt along with boyfriends jeans to which I quickly put on before slipping on my black combat boots, grabbing my backpack and storing it with all things I thought where essential including my medication.

I then make my way to the kitchen to grab something to eat but disappointed to find nothing in the fridge, neither in the cardboards. Why is it I feel disappointed as it is not the first time I find nothing to eat in the kitchen although groceries where bought a day or two ago. My parents had a tendency of hiding food from me, as if indirectly telling me to fend for myself.

Not only am I neglected but also deprived of basic needs, making me wonder as to which length my parents would go to show their distaste for me. My job itself proves to be of no help to me seeing that ninety percent of it goes to the house monthly rental fee and the ten percent to my toiletries but lamenting to myself wouldn’t help me in any way now, would it? I thought, letting out a deep sigh. Going back into my room I immediately head for the cupboard to which has a secret drawer I prefer keeping money in for emergency purposes. Taking out a single note, I shove it into my jeans pocket, intending to stop at a nearby coffee shop to get something to eat.

I arrived at the Foster mansion at exactly 7:15 am with 45 minutes to spare. Making my way in to the restroom to catch-up on my breakfast, I occupy one chair placed around the round table on the Left side of the room before laying my coffee and muffins down and digging in. As I had mentioned earlier, the maids restroom wasn’t as huge as the others room’s residing in this mansion that is mostly because they are three different restrooms specifically for each staff.

One being this situated on the first floor specifically for all the housemaids working within this mention, the second situated on the second floor specifically for all the chefs and lastly the third restroom situated outside the house specifically for the gardener’s.

It would all sum up too about twenty worker’s in total, which must I say is totally unnecessary, but seeing that the payment aren’t done by me I believe I have no say concerning the matter. I am pulled out of my thoughts by someone walking in and demanding for its room to be cleaned, turning to face the individual I am met with Isaac’s breathtaking face that had me captivated for some time.

“Where you even listening?” He asked waving his hand in my face.

“Um…yeah sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed he caught me doing something Giovanni thought me against.

“Would you get moving?”

“Sorry my shift only begins at 8am and it’s currently...,” I stopped to glance at the watch on my wrist.

“7:34 am,” I continued.

“You realize I’m not asking you,”

“Neither am I obliged to do as you say,” I retorted, seeming to catch him off guard as he’s facial expression changed to one of complete shock but disappeared, making me wonder if I saw right.

All he did was smirk before walking away. Taking a deep breath while hoping I wouldn’t regret my actions I take a seat in my former position as I continue munching on my muffins and not too long the room had begun to fill up, making me excuse myself to take my medication as me fainting was probably due to not taking my medication as prescribed.

I emerge out the kitchen after orally taking my medication only to notice a woman making her way upstairs with Isaac leading the way. Trying my hardest to go unnoticed I quietly spin on my heel intending to head back into the kitchen but fail as my name is called out by none either then Issac. Wait... did he just say “Rosalie?” ... I wasn’t aware we were close enough to drop the honorifics, I thought but nevertheless responded with a “yes, sir.”

“I best believe your shift has now begun,” He uttered. His mischievous hazel eyes telling me he was up to no good. Glancing at my watch situated on my left hand wrist, just as he said my shift had long begun yet so bad did I want to say “not yet” but lying was no option here.

“Yes sir,” I answered, holding his gaze as if telling him I was up for whatever he’ll be throwing at me, but I should have known from his mischievous aroma that it wouldn’t be anything pleasant.

“Good!” cause I would like of you to be our personal maid for a day." He Said, way too bluntly for my liking, as if it was in my rightful place to be his personal servant.

“Is there a problem, miss Ravelosin?” he asked after noticing my silence at the same time switched to being formal, probably to show he meant serious business and that “no” was not an option.

“No, they isn’t.. sir,” I mumbled out, defeated.

“Good be at my room door after dressing into your uniform, he uttered while eyeing me up and down but not inappropriate.

“Yes sir,” were the only words I could form before heading to the restroom to which is deprived of anyone in it thus making me grateful. The maiden’s uniform comprised of the typical knee-length black dress with a White apron and a nurse oxford shoes, hope that explains my use of the term typical. Closing My hair into a high ponytail I briskly Scan at my reflection making sure I looked appropriate as it is our number one priority as the workers of this household. Standing before the intimidating wooden door that led to Isaac’s room, I Briskly leave three hard knocks, to which is responded too almost immediately as if they had been waiting on me. Inviting myself in, I’m met with a pair of female blue eyes staring intensively at me, and may I add not in a good way.

“Good... now that you here I would like of you to quietly stand outside the door unless called in ...that’s ok right Eva,” Isaac uttered a smiling daring to to emerge as he tried so hard to suppress it."

“But of course not sac, the whole purpose of today is to simply mend our relationship with no source of distraction” The blue-eyed woman I just discovered is Eva furiously pointed out, seeming to not like the idea one bit. I stood still the whole time trying my best to go non-existent nor give any sigh of life. That includes me trying not to breathe to loud,

while I watch the scene of Isaac trying to persuade Eva unfold before me, and at the same time hoping it's a mission fail but am disappointed to discover that Eva has a weak hold on manipulation and quickly gives in to isaacs demands.

“Now that Eva has agreed, I would like to believe that you have no objection after all you do get paid for this,” Isaac uttered while raising an eyebrow as if daring me to object. Both mother and son never fail to infuriate me as well as make me reconsider my career path to one of a criminal. On a serious note the thought of just standing outside Isaacs door waiting to be called in now and then is rather absurd, but if this is his way of taking revenge from earlier on. I should know better than falling into a trap set by the devil himself. so forcing a smile out I simply excuse myself to stand outside the door like the new “bodyguard” I now am.

Suddenly the hands of time had stopped as seconds turned into minutes and minutes to hours, even my 2 hours break felt like mere minutes. I’ve never been against the thought of staying one place for the more I did the more I grew onto that specific place, but the situation here is drastically different as I feel rather chained to this spot.

The dude hasn’t called me in 3 HOURS! for crying out loud, well at first he would call me in for the littlest of things like passing on the remote which was sitting right at his feet, or to turn the T.v a little to the left or right and more other petty things I don’t even want to recall for the sake of my sanity. I guess I wasn’t the only one fed up with his little games as Eva literally threw the glass of juice I had brought in earlier right at the wall while daring Isaac to call me in once more.

And so from then on he has completely refrained from ringing the annoying bell which summons. Unfortunatelyme I'm now left with the gruesome aftermath of hearing Eva rant on about all her sex fantasies which must I add tainted my ears in unimaginable ways, but after years of suffering under the devil’s right wing. The Lord has finally set his faithful servant free as the time had arrived in which I were to set foot out this very ground and back to a place I considered my home.

Happily spinning around to face the luxurious wooden door like disney princesses do. I briskly leave three hard knocks onto the door but I’m met with no reply and that doesn’t change in the next several minutes either. Deciding to take matters into my own hands I slowly slid the door open only to stumble upon a scene I so wish to unsee. Standing before me were Issac and Eva both halfly undressed as they passionately exchanged saliva while their hands greedily explored the other’s body...eww.

Intending to go unnoticed. I slowly swing back the door at the same time keeping my eyes on them just to make sure they hadn’t acknowledged presence, but as fate would have it the door suddenly creaks loudly announcing my presence and making the couple briskly turn around which had me cringing so hard.

“P-Pardon my ma-manner’s,” I stuttered while letting out a chuckle.

“You think this is funny?!” Eva, but all shouted, seeming to misunderstand the awkward chuckle I had let out.

“No no no I.....,” I said while trying to explain myself but to no avail. As the last thing she said was showing me what really was funny and before I knew it my vision had become disoriented by a mass of liquid being poured over my head with a person who no doubt is Eva screaming her lungs out. I couldn’t even react simply due to being in a state of shock and at the same kissing my job goodbye but to my surprise Isaac forcefully pulls Eva away from me making her back face towards me.

“Eva, it’s time to leave we’ll talk about this some other time,” he uttered with his hands on his head as he messaged his temples.

“WHAT?!” she all but screamed. Seeming to be in nothing but disbelief.

“I get disrespected by a mere servant and this is all you have to say!” She furiously growled. By now her voice had sky rocked...wait..."disrespected?" When did that happen I thought to myself.

“Eva.......”

“Just save it zac,” she held he plum up immediately shutting Isaac up before storming out but not before saying..." YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" and off she went slamming the door as hard as her strength would allow it.

“My apologies,” was all my brain could form as an excuse to which he didn’t even respond to. Instead instructed me to take a shower in his bathroom.

“Sorry but I will have to pass I can simply take one at home,” I politely declined, not wanting to infuriate him more than he already is.

“What excuse would you love to tell my mom who by any chance you might meet in any of these corners, like look at the messy state you are in rose.” He stated in a matter of fact, finally showing the frustration through his voice. Well, I can’t deny his valid points as Mrs.foster would gladly use this incident to her advantage just to get me fired. Letting out a sigh, I mumbled an “ok” to which he quickly responded to by showing me where the bathroom is before excusing himself to give me space.

Taking a shower of less than fifteen minutes I dry myself up only to find out that my clothes are in maiden’s rest room after several minutes of debating whether to leave the bathroom in a robe with nothing beneath. I finally muster up the courage to do so only to find Isaac causally sited on the floor typing away on his phone.

Clearing my throat to get his attention he averts his eyes from his phone to me, and for a second I thought I saw a look of shock pass through his features, but I must have imagined seeing that this is probably not new to him and the scene I had stumbled upon earlier couldn’t be more proof. Just as he stands up and walks towards me, we hear Mrs fosters voice outside the door informing Isaac that she is coming in making my heart sink and eyes go wide.

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