08: Forgiveness
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Thankfully, Mrs Gertrude was alone in the kitchen. The other maids in the house were nowhere to be seen. I was the only teenage maid. The rest were women in their early thirties. I needed to talk to Mrs Gertrude because was in deep s**t. One I think I would never be able to come out from.
She was standing by the kitchen making some lunch for herself and other maids. Kane never ate lunch as she had repeatedly told me. He likes to have snacks instead. Because he had become accustomed to it from when he was in an Alpha training academy.
Immediately Mrs Gertrude laid eyes on me, she smiled at me. Twisting my hands together while I avoided her eyes.
“Good morning Mrs Gertrude” I smiled at her although it didn’t reach my eyes.
I was so dead right now. What if Kane walked into the kitchen and handed me a letter informing me he didn’t need a girl who couldn’t control her mouth as one of his maids?
“Good morning child. You were fast asleep when I came by earlier. I let you sleep because I know you had a rough night,” She opened her arms for a warm hug and I took it. Then I went over to sit on a chair by the counter watching her.
I was guilt-ridden and mad at myself. How could I lose a job that was barely two months old because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut?
She stirred what she was cooking as I watched her. Turning back to me, she squinted her eyes at me like she couldn’t get enough of me. Or like she wanted to read me.
“Is everything okay child?” She asked me and I tweezed my arms together in shame because I couldn’t even begin to explain how I could lose my temper at my boss and not just any boss. But Kane.
I sighed, bracing myself for whatever she had to say in response to what I was about to tell her. But one thing I know was, she wasn’t going to scold me.
After explaining everything to her, I looked up to see a sympathetic expression on her face.
“It’s fine. It’s not your fault you flipped like that. Kane can be a bit overbearing at times. But that’s just his way of caring,” she said and came over to me, resting a hand on my shoulders as she placed a plate of bacon and eggs with some toast in front of me.
I sighed. However, the last thing on my mind was food even if I was super hungry.
“Eat up, don't beat yourself too much about it. Kane will forgive you.”
“I don’t think so. I said a lot of mean things to him,” I whined as I rested my head on the counter thinking of all the things I could say to him so he could forgive me.
“Just eat up. After all, you’ll be needing your strength later in case you want to do a lot of begging,” she said and my expression turned into horror as I swiftly brought up my head to look at her.
Mrs Gertrude laughed heartily as she patted my back again. Her face lit up so well that I imagined how my mother's face would have been if she were still alive to this moment.
And the saddest part is, I don’t even know the face of my mother. My father refused to show her pictures to me, saying I didn’t deserve to know to know her. Maybe I don’t.
I ate the food in silence as Mrs Gertrude cleaned the kitchen. She kept throwing worried glances at me. She knew there was something on my mind because I was unusually quiet. I was always so chatty with her. I just miss my mother so much. Or the lack of her in my life.
After eating, I followed Mrs Gertrude to Kane’s room, praying to whoever was up there to make Kane forgive me. I know he’s a hard nut to crack and I was exceptionally rude and mean last night even if he deserved it.
I sighed again as we got to Kane’s door. My heart began to pound from trepidation.
Mrs. Gertrude turned to look at me,” It’s fine. Kane is an understanding person,” she smiled warmly and I did too. Although I highly doubt Kane is understanding.
Standing at the back of her, Mrs Gertrude knocked twice on the door. I jumped when I heard a sound. I only realized seconds later that it was Mrs Gertrude’s phone. It was ringing. She looked back at me. And went over to another room, gesturing with her hands that she would be back. I was there alone, almost dying from fright as I stood in front of the door waiting for my judgment.
I kept looking back at the room Mrs Gertrude had entered. What if Kane decides to come out at this point? What am I to say? Sweat dripped from my armpits and formed on my head as my hair mattered to my forehead and neck. Tying it in a messy bun, I got some relief but not enough to stop my heart from pounding relentlessly.
Come in,” a voice spoke from inside the room. It was muffled and for a moment I thought the world stopped.
I contemplated waiting for Mrs Gertrude to return so we could go together. But I thought that she might take a while. So I might just as well get in, get on my knees, and beg Kane like my life depended on it. Well, in a way, it did.
Opening the door, I walked in with my heart in my mouth and plopped down on my knees. The door to the bathroom opened and Kane walked out from it. He stood there without saying a word as I stared at my hands on my knees.
“I’m so sorry for what happened yesterday. I didn’t mean to talk back at you. I was mean, rude, and, irrational. You are free to punish me however you see fit. But please, don’t fire me. I need this job so badly.”
I stopped talking because my voice began to break from too many emotions running through me.
Kane wasn’t saying anything and it made it harder. This was pointless. I knew he would never forgive me after what did.
“It wasn’t my intention to talk back at you. After the party, I wasn’t in the right mood so I took some alcohol. I'm really sorry I let my drunken state get to me. It won’t happen again. I promise. Please have mercy on me,” I said all in one go. Waiting for him to say something. His silence was killing me.
I heard footsteps as he began to walk towards me. I could imagine the angry look on his face. Maybe he’s trying to control his anger. No alpha male wouldn’t be mad at being spoken to that way. Especially by one of his workers. Kane was only looking out for me. Now I understand why Mrs. Gertrude said he cares for all his workers. I didn’t even realize that was his very special weird way of caring.
Say something, please. But don’t fire me. I chanted in my head as more sweat dropped from my head.
“Who are you?” A voice I didn’t recognize spoke and I looked up to see a boy I had never seen my whole life staring at me in confusion.
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