Malicious

Bully

"You can let it go, you can thrown a party full of everyone you know." - Harry styles

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☞ I still couldn't believe she looked at me. She finally let her eyes look at me. Though she was angry and probably only saw anger, she still looked at me.

It made me happy, it shouldn't but it did. It was night time already and I was cleaning the whole manor, I started on the left and then made my way to the right.

Again, there wasn't much to clean. So I wasn't worried I wouldn't get it all done. My outfit was just a simple dress, one that I wouldn't care that would get dirty, but was long enough to cover my butt. They never made us wear maid outfits, because well they were ugly and we were human beings. But we never picked out cute clothes that we would hate that would get ruined by the bleach or any cleaning supplies.

I sighed, I often also listened to music. It helped me get things done faster. And while no one was around, I danced. I couldn't dance at all, but who cares?

I didn't want to think of Mrs. Leno, she was already corrupting my mind and all she did was look at me. She was looking at me and yelling at me. Even though I was disappointed that she didn't listen to me and she was harsh to me.

I can understand why, she was stressed. It was finally time to go to the right wing, I know I'm not going to run into her but it made me nervous already. I just kept thinking about to her office.

Before I could walk upstairs, someone cleared their throat. "I'm hungry." I jumped and turned around. Seeing the woman who yelled at me, leaning against the wall. I gulped nervously. "Go make me something." She told me.

"Bring it to my office when you're done." I don't cook, that's the cooks job. "I'm sorry ma'am, I only clean at night." I said nervously, I just knew she was gonna be upset. "Literally all I'm asking is for food, if I wanted someone else to do it I would, but you're up and available and able to do so. Make me food I will not repeat myself."

I kept quiet and nodded. "When someone speaks to you, especially your boss I expect you to answer back with your mouth." She grunted. "Yes ma'am." I mumbled, she turned around and started walking up the stairs. "You have ten minutes. If you go past just by a second, you're fired."

"Yes ma'am." I said once again, I instantly went into the kitchen and washed my hands. I didn't even know what I would make. Why couldn't the cooks still be up? I am so losing my job. It was good while it lasted.

I decided I would just make spaghetti, I just didn't know what to make. It was boring but she's gonna have to deal with it. I put the spaghetti noodles in the pot, and took some meet out.

I wasn't going to make it fancy, because I didn't have any time to do so. I needed this meat to cook fast. I was watching the time as all this happened. And I was doing good on time. I grabbed a bowl and seasoning everything from the noodles to the meet to the sauce.

When I was done, I realized I had two minutes left. I made sure the bowl was clean before I gave it to her, I put a fork in the bowl and saw I had one minute. I hurried upstairs, knocking on her door. She said come in and I did with the bowl in my hand.

Ten minutes exactly. Not a second after. Right on time. She didn't look at me as I put the bowl on her. Much to my disappointment she didn't even touch it. "Are you gonna just stand there or get out?"

I gulped. "Are you gonna eat it?" I asked her, I didn't mean to sound petty or rude. But it did to her, she snapped her up at me, glaring. "I don't remember asking you to speak correct?" She asked, I slowly nodded. "Which means you were supposed to just silently get out. Not speak back to me in that tone." She spat.

She stood up, grabbed the bowl and threw it on the floor. "Clean it up." She said, my eyes widened, tears had filled my eyes.

"What the f**k are you standing there for?! Clean it up! That's your f*****g job right?!" I just stood there as I saw the noodles all over the floor. The bowl was shattered, the sauce got on the furniture too.

"I don't want to see even a spot of this s**t on my f*****g floor nor furniture. If so you can kiss your job goodbye." She said, she walked by me, her shoulder bumping into mine harshly. She walked out of the office. I waited until she completely disappeared before I bursted out into tears, falling to the ground as I did so.

She asked me for food, threatened to fire me if I didn't have it in ten minutes. Then threw it on the ground because I spoke up. This is why I don't speak up for myself. Because of things like this.

I started cleaning up the glass bowl, ignoring all the cuts it made when I grabbed them. My tears had blurred my vision but I still ended up cleaning it. I cleaned the mess up and it took two hours because the stains wouldn't come out.

When I was done, I treated my wounds, putting band aids on them and finally going to sleep.

☞ I never usually slept in but I found myself doing so today. Which ruined my whole schedule. I had woken up at 1 pm and that was only because of Catrina. Or else I wouldn't have woken up.

She knocked on my door, so I got up, putting the robe on. "Hi, I'm sorry for sleeping in so late, I had a lot to clean last night." I apologized, she shook her head. "I'm so sorry for Xandria's behavior. I have no excuses." I think back to what happened.

How she threatened to fire me, and then ruined her office for me to clean up. It made me sigh, my crush was going away. Fast. The more I realized what a big meanie she was, the more I was starting to dislike her. "It's okay, my job is at night, and I did my job."

I know I'm not the one nor the best person to realize bad behavior as much. Nor red flags. But if she can't even apologize herself, there was a problem. "No, she had no right to do what she did. She's sleeping on the couch now." Catrina said proudly.

I smiled. "Well thank you, but it's not problem." I told her, she sighed and hugged me. "You're too good for this world, to innocent. You deserve only happiness and I promise it'll come for you." She said, I hugged her back tightly, thanking her for the compliments.

She then left after saying bye to me and so I took a shower and headed towards the gym. I don't know why I did that, but I had no problem showering after the gym too. I just didn't like smelling bad.

I sighed once I got in there, it's always empty which made me smile. I liked that, I hate being in the presence of others, so knowing they weren't with me made me feel peace.

I got on the treadmill, turning my music up and starting my little job. I liked listening to upbeat songs, songs that just made you happy. I don't know what true happiness is as I've never experienced but music was a get away.

Especially when I'm paining landscapes. Before what happened with Mrs. Leno, I looked up her name meaning. It meant strict or stern. And one thing is for sure, she is very strict and stern. She's rude, mean, and a b***h.

I only looked her name up I thought it was unique on how it was spelled. I tried to get her out of my mind, distracting myself by running, stretching and lifting.

I only lifted because I wanted at least a bit of muscle. I didn't want a lifters body, just skinny in some areas.

After all that was done, I took another shower and a little break which consists of me cleaning up my room. It was hard being motivated to do these things. And I sometimes forced myself to do it because I knew that I would be happy after all of it. And it did take my mind off of what happened.

I walked around the back of the house, acknowledging all the beautiful flowers that came with it. And I saw her again. Sitting by the pool, her eyes were closed, she had a drink in her hand, most likey whiskey because in her office, there's a class case full of it.

Quietly, I walked by her. "Even your breathing is loud." I wasn't even breathing loudly. I snapped my head up to her, seeing that she already had her sunglasses off. "Sorry." I muttered.

She sat up, sighing. "How is it that you've already ruined my day?" She asked, ugh I wanted to bury myself in a whole and never come out.

I was gonna lie, she looked good, very good in her swimsuit. "Do you stare a lot? Like do you having nothing to f*****g do so you just stare at people all day?"

I gulped. I didn't know what to say. "Sorry." I muttered again. She stood up and rolled her eyes. "Dropped my drink. Pick it up." I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at her hand to see that she once again, threw glass down on the ground for me to clean.

"And I don't want any of the others to pick it up. I asked you." Wasn't this bullying? Like wasn't she a bit too old for this? "Ok." I said. I watched as she walked inside, and I let a tear fall from my face.

I didn't know she was this big of a b***h. I mean what did I ever do to her? I wasn't being disrespectful was it?