Don't kill the innocence!
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He was killing my innocent eyes without wiping their tears away.
Why has to be like that?
Him making me cry.
Him not wiping my tears.
"Please!" I said with trembling voice. "It is hurting too much!"
"Oh, is it little maid?" His voice was cold unlike my pain that burned.
"Would you like to talk with my tears?"
I saw his brown eyebrows knit up, would he?
He opened his mouth to say something, when someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" He asked with his tone that never hold any emotions.
"It's one of the maids Master, the mam is asking for you. They all are waiting you!"
"Go, and say I'm coming."
He was going.
Without me.
Again
"Yes, master!"
It was Emily. She really have light voice.
He left my hair and straightened up.
"STAND UP!" He ordered me.
"I love to stay on the floor." I said while looking at those beautiful scary eyes.
"Your eyes had became red."
"They always do when I cry."
"Go and wash then them"
"I would like you to do it."
"Why are you so f*****g weak?
"I'm not. You make me.
The person you love always makes you."
He just stared at me.
For a moment.
A very short moment.
Then he left.
"Why am I so weak in front of him?"
Door opened, and Emily came running to me.
"Are you okay? Did he do something to you? Why you have been crying?" She kept asking me.
I suppose she kind of love me.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" I suppose I should answer.
"He smelled my hair."
"But, you are not happy..."
"I know."
...
I woke up at 7:05 am.
I started doing the chores at 7:25
I finished at 9:45.
And they are preparing the breakfast.
Claudia is laughing, but everytime when she sees me, she just stops.
Emma is outside gardening. She asked me to go with her but I don't like flowers.
Amelia is doing her amazing foods.
My hand is okay now.
My heart not.
I'm preparing the eggs and bacon while thinking him.
I just want to see his eyes.
To feel his smell.
To hug him like my life depends on it.
Everything is done. They are serving. Me of course not. Some maids are eating here. Others doing other chores, and will eat later. I'm trying to eat too.
I haven't seen him today.
I was told that after breakfast he and his friends went out. I'm dusting the living room when I feel someone presence. Someone's cologne.
"Sorry for the disturbance sir! I'm going."
My eyes are lowered and I'm not crying.
"How do you feel little green?"
Little green?
"AND I'm Enj, don't call me sir."
"I'm fine.. thanks!"
'Enj.'
I tried to go when i felt his hand on my arm.
It was a gentle grab.
"Why were you crying?" His voice was warm. My hands are cold. Can I warm them?
"If you have a problem we can talk, and you can watch me in the eyes,
even if I fall in love with you.."
He is playing, isn't he?
My eyebrows twitched.
He smiled. "I'm just trying to make you laugh."
I adverted my eyes at his hand.
I could have taken it off, but I didn't want any problems.
He let go of my arm.
Another guy came at the room.
"Sebastian." Enj called. Now his voice was cold.
Sebastian had brown hair, blue eyes, and an aura I didn't like.
He didn't acknowledge my presence, not that I wanted, but immediately told Enj that they should talk.
Sebastian is one of the other guests that came. I cleaned his room today. He has a lot of books in fact. I was touching one when he came. But he didn't say anything to me. He just went to the bathroom and me outside of his room. He is not that handsome, but attractive.
Am I invisible in his eyes?
Better.
I never liked blue.
Lunch went and I still haven't seen my forest eyes.
When will he come back?
For most of the other guests care the other maids that I don't interact too much.
It's the evening. I hear car engines. They came. He came. I immediately went to open the door.
He stormers inside and I can tell, that is never good.
I hear him screaming in that foreign language that I so much want to learn.
Here's a mystery, but what?
He immediately goes upstairs and they start arguing.
The blonde man, Ben is sweating.
"Ben!" I call out but he doesn't listen to me.
Something bad is going to happen.
He is angry.
Angriness makes him a bad person.
I go to the kitchen.
Amelia has tears on eyes.
Everyone is shut.
And then I hear the gunshot.
Three times.
It's so cold and my eyes have tears too.
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