Chapter 2 Big Mistake
Thankfully Dad isn't home yet when I get home. That's a good thing. I quickly make his dinner, praying I have time. I make him his usual, steak and vegetables with a glass of wine. We are out of beer. You know he'll throw a fit about that.
I clean up once I'm done. I then go immediately to bed. I pray Dad doesn't come in tonight or his friend's. I need rest. I worked a lot today. My ribs are screaming. I pop another pain killer in my mouth. I go to the bathroom and turn on the light.
I look at the mirror. I slowly pull up my shirt, wincing hard. My whole entire side is black and blue on the right side. Definitely more than one is broken. I put some bandages on it and go back to bed. It takes me a while but I'm finally able to sleep. I'm free from the pain of reality for just a few hours.
*Next Day*
I wake up at 530. I get dressed. I run downstairs and get started on Dad's breakfast. He passed out on the living room couch again. Must've got wasted. I cook him some bacon and scrambled eggs on the stove.
I love cooking. It helps my escape sometimes too. Suddenly, I feel hands wrap around my waist. I freeze. He laughs and leans in close, “hello darling,” he whispers in my ear. I shiver. I immediately throw his hands away and move.
“I-i-im making your breakfast. It'll be ready soon.” He chuckles darkly. “You're my breakfast today little one.” I freeze. I slowly look over at him. “Dad…y-y-your still drunk.” I quickly keep cooking.
He laughs. “It's true! You're my breakfast.” I shiver. That's so creepy. I finish his breakfast quickly. I start to run back upstairs. Dad grabs me roughly and throws me against the wall. I gasp and whimper. It feels like I can't breathe for a few seconds.
I clutch my side. He smirks evilly and approaches me while undoing his belt. Tears fill my eyes. I shake my head. I quickly try to run upstairs. He grabs me again and shoves me against the wall….again. I groan.
My legs feel weak. I collapse to the floor. I cough up blood. I gag. Dad take his belt off his pants. “Your lukcy. Since you're still so beat from yesterday, I ain't gonna do what I originally wanted to, but darling. You're still getting punished.”
He starts slamming the belt down hard on my back keeping my shirt lifted. I cry out and arch my back each hit, trying to get him to stop. “Count you little whore. Count!” He starts going harder and faster. I count each one.
He finally stops at 100. He smirks and puts his belt back on. “Have a good day at work darling.” I groan. I look at the time. 7:40. It takes me 5 minutes to get to work, meaning I have about 13 minutes to get in my car. And about 7 minutes to get to work.
I always give myself 2 minutes extra to spare. I whine and crawl up the stairs. My back screams. I use the railing to stand up. I stumble. I lean against the wall. I go to my room. I take a pill for the pain.
I groan. I don't wanna go to work today. Thankfully, it's Friday. Tomorrow all I'll have to do is help with the big lunch they have with all the rich men to talk about “business.”
I love Saturdays. I don't have to go to work until 11, Father usually is drunk on the couch and watch TV, or asleep. Sometimes his friends are over, so I don't worry too much about him. I slowly walk down the steps. My back screams, it doesn't help having to be hunched over with a broken rib.
I made it to my car. I can't rest against the seat. It hurts too much. I quickly drove to work. I have 6 minutes. I rush inside and quickly put on my apron and grab my cart. Suddenly, the head maid calls for me. “Rose! Your assigned the 4th floor today.” I freeze.
I look back at her. “Umm. I-i-im sorry, but…that must be a mistake…i-i-i.” “I know Rose. I'm sorry. Boss’s orders.” I hesitantly nod and smile. “Thank you.” I quickly go to the elevator. I hesitantly push the number 4.
This is scary. I don't understand. We are never allowed up there. I'm supposed to clean 2 specific rooms, which will probably take me all day. Their huge and super rich. I must clean every inch or I could be jobless.
I start cleaning room 202 at 8:30. I don't even finish until 4. I'm exhausted. My back is screaming. I hate having to bend down to pick up things or scrub the floor. I then go to the next room. 206. This man must be really rich.
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His living room is huge, the kitchen has very fancy plates and silverware, the bathroom stinks and needs cleaning. Boys always make bathrooms stink. I start cleaning the bathroom. Scrubbing the tub hurts my ribs like crazy and my back.
Have you ever tried scrubbing one? It's long and hard hours of work. It takes me 2. I then go to the kitchen. I finish that in 2 hours as well. I start feeling really weak. My back and ribs are killing me. I can't scrub the floors anymore. I decided to go make the bed.
My body is exhausted. I decide to lay down on the bed for a few minutes. It wouldn't hurt to much, right?
Albert Schmidt pov:
I'm in a meeting with some of my men about the Russians. They're our greatest friends in the Mafia business. We make our decisions together. It's important that we do it for obvious reasons.
At about 11:30 I finally stand up and decide to call it quits. “Thank you very much Mr. Petrov.” I shake his hand. “I must get going now.” He nods. “Take care Albert. We'll see you later.” His wife holds out her hand for me to shake, instead of shaking it, I bring it to my lips to kiss it.
She's his queen, and our friend in this business. I must treat her like one too. She smiles. “I'll see you later Malyshka.” She blushes slightly and nods. I nod to my men who follow. We go out to our limousine and head back to the hotel.
Leo, my most trusted man, sits beside me. I speak quietly. “Tomorrow morning we'll go to the Spanish, make sure they're keeping their hands off our weapons.” He nods. “Yes sir.” We drove to the hotel.
We make it there at midnight. I'm tired. Today's been filled with a ton of meetings. I say goodnight to my men and go inside and up to the 4th floor. Leo follows. He usually stands guard outside.
“Leo…go rest. When was the last time you slept?” “Sir, I slept last night. I'll be ok. We don't know this place or the people well enough for you to be safe alone.” I sigh. He's right, but he needs to rest. “Fine. But leave at 2am. That's 2 hours. No later. You need your rest too.”
He nods. I step out of the elevator. We both freeze. There's a maid’s cart outside my door. It's way past time for a maid to still be here. I notice my door is slightly open. I nod to Leo. We both pull out our guns and cock them.
We slowly push the door open and go inside, we look around, keeping our guns in hand. I go to my bedroom. The doors open. There's a girl laying on my bed, dressed in a maid suit, with long ginger hair. She's tiny and short. I freeze. I immediately put my gun away.
I look around. She's not a threat. Theirs cleaning supplies around, signaling she was actually cleaning. Leo comes up behind me. He puts his gun away. Seeing this girl on my bed makes it hard to control myself. She's sweaty. I gently shake her awake.
She jolts awake. She squeaks and quickly gets up and runs to the corner of the room. She trembles, her hands tightly clenched together.
Rose's pov:
I squeak and jump up. I quickly run to the corner. My body trembles. I keep my head down. “I-i-im s-s-sorry. I-i-im very sorry. I-i-im sorry. I-i-i didn't mean to. Please don't hurt me.” Tears stream down my face. I quickly wipe them away.
“I-i-i must've fallen asleep cleaning. I'm very sorry. P-please don't tell Mr. Kitzler. Please.” Tears keep coming down. The tall muscle man speaks, “Shh. You're ok Kleine (Small One).” Nods and sniffles.
“You should be home. You look exhausted Kleine.” Nods and sniffles. “I-i-i promise I cleaned everything, and i-i-i didn't take anything. P-please don't tell Mr. Kitzler.” I wipe my tears and fiddle with my hands.
“Who's that?” looks up at him. “M-m-my boss. His office is downstairs.” He nods. “Go home now darling.” Nods and sniffles. “Thank you sir. Thank you. Again, I'm sorry.” I bow slightly and quickly leave. Geeze. It's so late.
It's 12:30 already. I quickly rush downstairs with my cart. I put away my apron. I quickly drove home. I'm so happy my boss was gone and didn't notice me. I'm so relieved that guy didn't hurt me. He called me some weird word, Kleine. What's that? It's not English.
Why was he so nice to me? I make it home. I take a deep breath. Dad's friends must be here. There's a few cars in the driveway. I went very quietly inside, but I wasn't quiet enough to go unnoticed.
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