"Bastard! Did you just do that to my mother?!" Xavier asked me. After I turned to face him to give an apology, Xavier threw a punch at me straight in the face. The mop in my hand fell off and I almost fell.I held on to my aching nose which seemed broken to me and I kept looking back at Xavier with a bleeding nose. I wished so bad that I could reciprocate what he just did to me but I couldn't. I knew my goal in this house and I wasn't going to ruin it for anything.I held back my anger and took every insult thrown at me. I have made it this far so why spoil everything now?"You are lucky that I am in a good mood today or else worse things could have happened right here and right now. Clean all of this up before I give you the beating you so rightfully deserve!" Xavier ordered me."Yes sir," I replied and got on my feet. "You should be happy that you only got off this with a punch to the face." Mrs. Wilson said to me."The next time you repeat this things will get brutal," she warned.
"Shh!" the maid signaled for me to keep it down."What the hell are you doing inside my room?" I asked her."I just wanted to keep you company and make sure you enjoy your night here. You have been working so hard," she answered me."How am I your business? Get out of my room now or else the entire house will know what you are up to." I threatened her."I doubt you would do anything of the such. The Wilson brothers will jump at any chance to fire you. Stressing you this way was just a game which they are still playing and waiting for you to quit." the maid said."How do you mean?" I asked. I knew that the maid was stating the fact but I still had to act like a clueless house boy in front of her and the others."They are both jealous of you. They used to be the center of attention before they left. And after they returned they expected the same but then you showed up." the maid said and got off my bed. She came closer to me and rubbed her hand softly on my chest. I slapped her hand of
"My night?" I asked Mrs. Wilson."Yes Devon, how was your night?" she replied to me."My night was fine?" I answered like I was asking myself a question.Mrs. Wilson and Alex smile while Xavier watched from the side with his usual straight face. I saw Tamira approaching and she joined the gathering."What is going on here?" Tamira asked, trying to comprehend what was happening.Alex and Mrs. Wilson parted and the same maid which was in my room last night stepped forward. At that instant, I realized that what was going to happen next was already the end of me."Tell them what you told me." Mrs. Wilson said to the maid, maintaining her gaze on me."It happened that last night I got thirsty and I left the maids' room to get water from the kitchen. I saw the houseboy there and out of my kindness I went to ask him what he was looking for because maybe I could help." the maid said and wiped off her fake tears."And what else happened next. Speak up." Mrs. Wilson urged the maid as I stood si
His words hit me like a rock. I felt the good in this man and had just a little time to enjoy his company. I have never gotten such good vibes from meeting someone for the first time before but now that I have..."Sir. Are you saying that no one else knows about this?" I asked Mr. Wilson."Yes. I'm too scared of what might happen if I tell them. Tamira in particular will be so shattered. I am her everything. Who will be there for her when I'm gone?" Mr. Wilson answered.I don't know why but I held on to this man's hand and looked directly at his face. "Mr. Wilson, I will take care of Tamira. You can be sure of that." I said."I know you will not disappoint but I would rather you don't." Mr. Wilson said."Why not sir?" I asked him. "Just look around you. This is a big mansion and at the same time filled with not just my family but also workers who might despise you for what happened here today. It is obvious that my wife and two sons want to make your life miserable." Mr. Wilson said
"You want to start your foolish partying habit here as well?" Xavier asked Alex."It's not foolish. You don't expect me to put on a strict face like you all the time. I mean, there are ladies there. You gotta let loose." Alex said to Xavier."That's enough boys." Mrs. Wilson intruded before it could turn into something else. "Alex, why do you want to take the houseboy to a party?" Mrs. Wilson asked."Mother you of all people should know why. I always bring entertainment with me to parties and this time it's going to be a houseboy making a fool out of himself." Alex said.They all discussed me like I was nothing like I wasn't even there in the room with them in the first place. "Follow me," Alex said and left the room. I followed him as he said and we arrived at his room."Wait here," he said and went into his room. It didn't take long before he came out and locked the door. "Follow," Alex said and I was doing just that. We went outside and he made me sit in his car with him. After a
I opened my eyes only to find myself in an abandoned and uncompleted building. I had no clue of what was happening or why and how. All I knew was that I had to leave that place irrespective of how I got myself there.I don't even remember anything that happened in the bar. Only that I was drinking a lot on Alex's orders. Did I get drunk? Maybe that's how I got here. I wanted to stand up but I couldn't do so or move my hands either.I looked at myself through a bit blurry eyes and slowly as I struggled to see everything was finally clear. I saw myself tied to a chair and my hand tied behind my back.Who did this to me? I would not have been able to do it to myself. Especially not in a drunken state."Hey! Who's there?!" I shouted. No answer came. "Damn it! How did I get here?! Who tied me up?!" I shouted again but still, no answer came.After some time I started to hear footsteps in the building, "Boss. He's awake." someone said. "Who's there?!" I asked once more. I felt a hand slap
"Huh? Why not?" Tamira asked, unexpectant of my words. "Why can't you get new clothes?" she asked again. "It's not by my choice. It's just that Mrs. Wilson... ""Mrs. Wilson what?" I got interrupted. Both I and Tamira watched her mother approach us. "What were you going to say, peasant boy?" Mrs. Wilson questioned. I stood there with my head bowed. "I can see you are starting to grow horns of your own. Were you just about to lie with my name?" Mrs. Wilson asked me. "I'm sure that is not the case mom. I was just asking him to take a bath and change his clothes. I want to take him shopping for more clothes. He's been wearing a single one since the day he started working here." Tamira said to Mrs. Wilson. Mrs. Wilson laughed, "New clothes for the houseboy? And why? You said it's because he has been wearing the same clothes since he started working here." Mrs. Wilson said. "Yes, that is right mom. I mean, how can he be... ""Quiet Tamira!" Mrs. Wilson interrupted. "Tell me, is there
I shut the door and my grip on the door handle was maintained. I held it so tight and watched my veins popping out. Who are they to decide my fate? Who told them a lowlife will always amount to nothing? I may be poor now but my future will surpass whatever it is they think that they own. Let them enjoy their riches for now. They should enjoy it all because none of it will last long in their hands. Once I discover every secret, every hidden truth of theirs, my life will go up to the next level. Marrying Tamira is only the doorway, my main goal has not been uncovered yet but when it is... Even your connections are worthless before my feet. I looked at the spaghetti in my other hand and smiled. I let go of the door handle and sat down on the side of my bed. I stabbed the center of the plate with the fork and turned it, gathering a lot of spaghetti unto the York, and lifted it to my mouth and ate. It tasted delicious and that is how my victory over my mother's killers will taste. I