My Sweet Amy: The Billionaire's True Love

I stood watching the window blind furrows under the wind. The sun had risen in the sky a few hours ago but she wasn't here. Amy had promised to play with me today, I have left mother to tend to herself and she hasn't shown up. I stood gazing at the big white mansion wishing I could go in but I was the servant, servants were not allowed in the main building unless you were sent for. I patted my trouser for the necklace I had made from flowers to see they were safely secure. Even though I was barely twelve, I knew I liked Amy Wayne. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever set my eyes on. Not that I've seen many girls in my life. We'll except, Lara who is Amy's snobbish friend, she sometimes comes for a visit and sleepover on Fridays after school. I hate that she frowned at Amy for associating with me. To me, she was like Amy's father and mother who were our employees. I shouldn't bad mouth them since they've given my mom and I a shelter under their roof, clothing and feeding. “I'm so sorry” I turned to see Amy, she was dressed in a pink short dress with flowers at the hem. Her hair was tied in a bun above her head tightly secured with a pink bow. I always like to drag my hands through her hair, scattering the secure bun which sometimes earned her glare why I would laugh. “Mom took the time with my appearance today, she said something about going to a party” She seethes as she skips down the narrow way that leads to the stream we always play by. I watch her giggling away, my heart wanting what she has. Money and Freedom. Poverty was something I was accustomed with, I've gone to bed countless times without food in my stomach. And I've woken up with the same fate. Well, not anymore cause Amy, my sweet little Amy. She always made sure that I ate to my fill. Always sneaking food and drink to me. I smiled as my face recalled a particular time she had snuck in a delicacy I hadn't tasted before. I was ashamed to tell her that I haven't eaten such a luxury food before but my sweet Amy had told me, she too hasn't eaten it before. Lara's mother had brought it to them from her last trip to Paris. “Are you alright, today?” She asked with a frown on her face. She had stopped and was staring at me. Her face perked up, as she regarded me. These were the times I felt self conscious with her. A time like this I regretted the barrier between us. My hands went to my brown shirt which was missing a few buttons. Only the top button and two at the middle that shielded my stomach remain. The shirt was so big and brown because working in the field all day, I couldn't wash out the dirt in them. And my trouser, God that was where the biggest disgrace was. It was torn at the crotch areas, so that I rarely sat, else she noticed the tear. “I'm fine,” I replied with a frown on my face, suddenly angry with myself. Angry about the basic amenities like clothing I couldn't afford. Mom has always purchased a few clothes over the years for me. And I've gotten a few from our neighbour Christian, who was a few years older than me. But that stopped as soon as Christian and his family left. And mom, she had gotten sick. She couldn't work anymore. We only make ends meet by the meager sum I made each day tending to the garden for the Waynes. “Is it about your mom,?” She asked again, still watching me with that calculated gaze on her face. At times like this, she resembles her father, Antony Wayne, that calculated business tycoon. Owner of the biggest sea company in Manhattan. He was a tyrant. No, never to his family but to the likes of me. He hated my gut. Always telling me what a wasted effort I was. That if only he had a son my age, he would accomplish things I would never dream of achieving. I hate him. Only Amy has never made me speak back at him. That and the fact that, I wouldn't want him to kick us out of his home. “No, she's fine,” I lied. Truth was, mom was getting worse each day. She loses a few hairs daily that I feared she would grow bald sooner. Mister Manny, our local physician, had said he suspected she had a brain tumor but wasn't sure. Told me to admit her into the hospital to confirm but there was no money for her treatment. Instead, I had him give us some painkillers and other drugs that help subside the pain for a while. “Come sit” She patted beside her, moving to create a bit of space on the brown shirt which I had laid on the floor. I shook my head, refusing her offer. Only then did I notice the parcel in her hands. “What is that?” I asked her. “This” She smiled as she lifted it and turned to me. “Come sit, then I'll show you” I froze, taking her teeth with braces as she stared at me. My heart pounds loudly in my ribcage, as I watch her smile. It felt like heaven was smiling at me too. I wanted to grab her and hug her tightly until she belonged to me. These emotions, sometimes I don't know what they are. Especially since I don't feel the same way for Ma'am Gloria's daughter. She was my age and her mother was Amy's nanny. I walked reluctantly to her and sat down, regretting the shirt I had laid on the floor since I didn't have something to shield the large dent on my crotch area. She caught on, shaking her head, she pulled my hands away and I hissed, sucking in breath. Here was the time she discovered how really poor I was. “My God, Don”She gasped as she took me in. I was naked underneath the pants. I didn't have the luxury of a boxer or pants. Mom couldn't afford that. Her hands reached out slowly to graze me and I jumped. “What was that?” I frown at her, suddenly angry at the sensation that she made me feel. “What are you doing to me?” I asked again, trying to regulate my feelings. Mom bathed me a few years back before she had gotten bedridden and her touch on my body hadn't made me feel this way. “I'm sorry,” She replied, chewing her button lips sadly. “I was only trying to inspect the dent and see if it was mendable” She continued with a shake of her head. “It's too bad. It can't be mended. If only I had noticed sooner. I wouldn't have let you walk around in this” She said even as she went to unwrap the parcel in her hands I slowly took in the clothes one after the other as she pulled them out of the wrap. It consists of two black trousers, two shirts, one short, a singlet and two boxer briefs. They were a luxury to my poor self. A luxury I could never afford “Where did you get that from?” My voice came out like a whisper since I was afraid to ask if they were for me. “Evans, changed his wardrobe recently. He brought this to me since I requested for them. He hasn't worn them anyway. Said he doesn't like them” My fist tightened in anger. Evans Hunt. He was the boy I heard mister Tony saying to his brother, he would like to marry his daughter. I mean she was only eight and he was already planning her marriage. What kind of a father he was?. “Your husband to be?” I asked in anger as I lay down, and took the clothes inspecting them. I could feel her eyes on me as she watched me. “Betrothed,” she said after a while. I looked at her a bit lost. “What?” “Mom said it is called betrothal not marriage. Marriage is what happen with the adult but a betrothal is saying I want my son to marry your daughter in the future” She explain and I seethe the more “Look the same to me” I said after some time. She stood up and brushed the dirt off her gown, not that there was any but Amy was a princess through and through. A very beautiful princess with the kindest heart I've ever known. Sometimes I wonder how two wicked souls could create the most beautiful thing as my sweet Amy. She smiled “I'm sorry. I have to go now before mom start looking for ____” But she couldn't complete her sentence because her mother burst out through the clearing with Lara by her heel. A wicked smile on Lara's face. “Amy, my princess” She gush and pulled her daughter away from my side “I've warned you to stay away from the likes of him. Else they might rub their poverty on you. He's the servant. They are dirt” “Don't say that to Don, Mom. He's a person just like us” She tried to correct her mother but she wasn't listening instead she continued. “stay away from him. Your father won't like it” With that she pulled her daughter away. Amy made a pleading face with me before she turned to follow her mom I wave to her shyly trying to tell her it was alright. It wasn't like it was the first time I'll be insulted. “Stay away from my friend, you gold digging moron” Lara said before sticking her tongue at me and left. God. I hate her so much. I groaned. I pulled out the clothes where Amy had hidden them as soon as she heard her mom's voice. A smile breaks through my face as I clutch them to my chest. I saw Fiona running toward me as she called… “Donato, come quickly. It's your mother ” I saw Ma'am Gloria's daughter rushing to me as I stood up and ran with her toward the servant quarters where mom and some of the rest of us lived.