His ruin

Tears taste like wine

“ who the f**k do you think you are?”his voice was low and dangerous.

I swallowed, forcing myself to stand my ground even though my heart was racing.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m the girl whose mother you just insulted, I snapped “The help”.using my finger to make a quote abd putying more emphasis on the help .

His expression didn’t soften, if anything.. it darkened

“ she deserved it” he said flatly.

“Your mother is nothing but a w***e, that makes you one”

He said it with so much hate and disgust.

“I can’t believe I felt sorry for you”.

The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had made a mistake.

His hand slammed into the wall beside my head.

I flinched

The sound echoed, trapping me between him and the cold surface behind me

“ I don’t need your pity, help” he said “ you think you know what you saw” he continued, stepping closer

“You think you know who I am?” His breath brushed against my skin

“You. don’t. know. what . you. have . gotten. involved. in ” He made sure I heard him, making it sound like a threat

I cry out in fear as his large hand wraps around my jaw like a snake, having a tight hold on it, almost at the verge of breaking my jaw.

Fuming dark eye staring down at me, his jaw tightening in anger

And before I could react , he shoved my head back

My skull hit the wall

Pain exploded

And just like that he stepped away.

Gone.

I stood there, shaken and breathing hard

I had wanted to help him , for a moment I really had.

But he was just like his father, cruel, cold and a bully

…..

I prepared the dinning table and return to the kitchen, I definitely have some nerves to kill, so I hop around the prepared dishes, inspecting the food.

There are some steaks,vegetable, and rice and sauce .

Stepping closer to it my tummy rumbles really badly as I take in the mouth watering scent, I really hope the chefs made a lot of this dish, so I could feast on leftovers later. Please please please, I begged silently.

Soon I grabbed the plates with prepared meals and carried them out of the kitchen and soon return back.

“Help!” I hear a shout coming from the dinning room and the familiar cruel tone makes my body flinch in fear.

Uhhh s**t, like my body is betwitched, it jolts forward, not wanting to make him even madder I quickly run inside the dinning room.

“What the help are you doing here” Mr Spencer’s voice is harsh and cold, making my eye flicker up to his face, I see slight frown decorating his features

Confusion overflows me .

“I..I…uhm” i stammer, not knowing what to say.

“ you called for a maid, sir”

He loudly sighs

“Well I was hoping for someone more older, someone more like your mom…useful to answer the call and useful in other ways” he said the last part giving a knowing smirk.

More useful for the call? I am very much capable for the call.

Now Mister Spencer coughs cutting, my lane of thought before he spits “Just go get that bottle of wine from the kitchen” he brushed me off like I am some dog and gets his attention back to his plates.

I nod and quickly scurry towards the kitchen. I don’t have time to even gather myself as the expensive looking bottle of red wine is immediately shoved into my hands by stressed looking chefs and I am already rushing back into the dinning area .

I approach the table, still holding the bottle in my hands like I am clutching on it for dear life. It looks more expensive than my life!.

Mister Spencer’s eyes meets mine and he quickly puts the cutlery down and leans back on his chair, his cold eyes piercing through me.

Huh?, why is he staring like that?

“And with what exactly are you planning in opening that” he arches his eyebrows in mocking tone “your t**s?”.

I blink repeatedly, trying to shove the tears away as his father chuckled at me.

“Get the bottle opener, help” he commands me harshly, cutting off his father’s laughter.

With shaky hands I put the bottle down on the table and rush back to the kitchen to grab the opener.

I feel my eyes stinging with tears, my blinking sending them down my cheeks while I quickly wipe them off and return to the dinning room. I have to prove I can be really useful.

I stop in front of the table where I placed the bootle, with shaky hands I try to put the opener to use, but the shape is so strange. The hell???

I have never used an opener like that, what is this thing?.

Uh, hurry Emilia

My struggling to find the right way is soon cut short as his voice blares through the air again

“For f**k’s sake, just hand it over before you hurt yourself” Mister Spencer hisses at me and tears the opener out of my hands .

I watch him quietly, trying not to break down, he takes the bottle and opens it with ease

“ Useless” I hear him matter while he disappointedly shaking his head which only adds more fuel to the fire.

I feel my throat tightening together and my eyes stinging again and this time I stand no chance at all with stopping the tears from rushing down my face.

Discreetly wiping my cheeks, I swallow down the sniffle as my shaky hands reach for the bottle to pour wine into the wine glasses .

My stupid shaky hands touch the bottle , but instead of getting a hold of it, I accidentally knock it over, although my reflexes were pretty quick.

I still spilled some small amount of wine on the table and a loud outburst came from him

“Okay, that’s it!” I flinched at his angry barks while he jumps from his chair, knocking his chair over and stomps off.

I let our a loud whimper, bowing my head not stopping the tears from rushing down my face

“Get lost” this came from Mr Spencer

Without wasting a second, I hurriedly ran to the kitchen and there I cried out my eyes.