House Helper

I walked down the hallway to the master bedroom to give the coffee to the owners of this beautiful yet disgusting mansion. I walked with the large copper dish in my hands, the hallway was so quiet that if a pin dropped the sound would echo. This is the same mansion where once a happy family lived.

A family in which grief, happiness, was shared. It was a family where the laughter of its members echoed in the whole mansion. If the family knew what was coming for them they would have done something to prevent what was meant to happen. Not once did they think what would happen if one would leave. They would have been mentally prepared. I think so…

I sighed, you see, life is nothing related to what we want, it's not a fairytale, it's not what it looks like in movies, books, novels, etcetera; it's different, it's exactly the opposite of what it looks like. 'Always expect the unexpected I still remember Mrs Rae's words, she also said 'Life is not always a bed of roses which you lay on, don t forget that the roses also have thorns and they will pierce you when the right time comes. It s like they have been engraved in my head. I like the way I was treated by them, for a short period but it was the best part of my life after my mother s death.

I knocked on the door and went in. I walked to the coffee table near the window and placed the dish in front of the devil. She had a maid doing her nails, and another maid doing her hair. Money is what they have. Nevertheless, I had nothing to do with this woman. After placing the dish I reluctantly left the devil s room.

I took a part-time job as a maid over here in the Jones Mansion. You know they say that 'you should know your friends close but you should know your enemy like the palm of your hands. I walked past the rooms in the hallway to the kitchen which was in some other corner of the mansion.

"Madison! Please take these plates to the dining room for dinner," said the head maid, Chiara. I nodded and then walked to the dining room with the plates in my hands placed neatly with the utensils in front of each chair.

It was half-past eight meaning they would be coming in here soon so I walked around the table and stood on the side as the other two maids did. As I predicted they as in my stepsiblings walked in, Abraham, Sydney, Laura. Then behind them walked in the devil as in their mother. They all sat down in their respective seats and the chattering began.

"Hey! Don t do that Adam and Sydney stop taking his side! You know he's trapping you in one of his disgusting games," Laura yelled to Abraham and Sydney. Whereas, Briana was on her phone doing God knows what.

"No sissy! I m not like you," Abraham said back to Laura. She frowned and then kicked Abraham beneath the table, making him yelp in pain. Sydney snickered and Abraham glared at her.

"What do you mean you aren't like me?" she paused and then said "I know I m better than you," Sydney couldn't keep her laughter in and so she burst out laughing.

"Okay! Okay, you guys listen up! Do you know what happened in the university today?" She looked at them both. Abraham shook his head while Laura was thinking.

"Oh, are you talking about the 'queen bee'?" Laura quoted.

"Yes, she-" Sydney was interrupted by her brother.

"Oh, what about her?" He asked them both.

"I m telling you silly! Have patience! So, yeah I was telling that she being the centre of attraction of our university, was demeaned by this nerdy girl in the cafeteria about some guy and at the end, the nerdy girl threw her drink on the queen bee and so that was recorded and sent on the college gossip group," Sydney said. Abraham made an 'O shaped face and then burst out laughing.

I miss you, Isabella, I wish you were here and bicker about something useless. We both would be staying in our home, then possibly get married, have kids and get old, watch our grandchildren grow up. I wish we both were-

"Annabella?" my heart stopped when I heard my real name, but how come they know it's me. I looked around to see the devil looking towards me. Oh no! I have-

"Yes, madam?" The maid beside me took a step forward.

"Can you call-" she stopped in between when she noticed her husband walking in. "Oh, here he is, never mind," and the maid stepped back into her position and the chattering suddenly died down.

They had dinner peacefully, little did they know that this peace is short-lived? No, I don t think so. I might spare the three kiddos, but I can't promise that after all, they were aware of the forceful abduction of my sister and about me being killed but they couldn't do anything about it because they were also threatened by their mother on that fateful day…

"If you three dare to call the cops or any other agency then remember you will face the same thing as these two bastards! Understand?!" she screamed but what s with her calling the both of us bastards? We aren't illegitimate then why?

They were looking so frightened about what was happening at the moment. They have just entered their teenage years for god sake! Briana has fisted Isabella s hair and a revolver placed on her forehead. I was seeing this happen and that's when I saw a vase beside me, I picked it up and went towards Briana; the good thing was that her back was facing me.

When I was an inch closer to her she turned around and shot in my direction. Everything had stopped, my eyes were wide open feeling numb but I could feel the blood oozing out of my wound. I looked at my sister and her eyes were bloodshot red and wider than mine. I could see the transparent tears of my sister leaking out of her eyes.

"Annabella!!" she screamed and ran towards me to hold me. Unfortunately, she couldn't come because her hair was fisted in Briana s hand. I fell on my knees making the wound bleed more; I felt pain on the left side of my torso, the pain increased as I lay there in my blood. Losing consciousness the last thing I heard and saw was most tormenting.

Everything was blurry at this point and so I could just see the silhouettes of the people standing before me. I heard Briana s evil laughter and then I blacked out.

I woke up on something soft and comfy, my body felt sore. I wanted to open my eyes but due to some reason, I couldn't. After a lot of struggle I then opened my eyes and took in the place where I was, it had white walls, there was a couch in the side of the room and I was on a bed then my hearing senses came back. I heard a beeping sound and looked in the direction it came from and there were machines.

I touched my forehead with my right hand and that's when I noticed an IV was attached to my hand, my head was aching. A nurse entered the room and then left immediately when she saw me awake. Nevertheless, the doctor came in and took my results.

"How do you feel, Miss Jones?" the doctor asked.

I tried speaking but my mouth was as dry as a desert. The nurse gave me a glass of water and I drank it. "I feel good doctor," questions came to my mind as to how come I m here? I thought I was dead, all the events before I shot came into my mind. My sister! How is she? As if the doctor could see the bewilderment and panic in my eyes he tried to calm me down by rubbing my back.

"How many days have passed since I m here? Who brought me here? Any idea where Isabella Jones is? How is my sister?" I asked all the questions in my mind hurriedly. The doctor kept on rubbing my back.

"Miss Jones you have been here for about eight months now," what?! Eight months?! Are you kidding me? Eight months of my life I don t know about, is my sister dead or alive? The mere thought gave me an intense heartache. The machine started beeping faster and faster and the doctor started calming me down, with soothing words.

"TELL ME ABOUT MY SISTER!" I yelled at them, I was impatient.

"Yes, Miss Jones, we will call the person who brought you here and you can ask him," the doctor said and with that, I calmed down waiting for the person who brought me here. The doctor left and the nurse gave me a few tablets.

I woke up when there was a knock on the door and a man entered. I couldn't see his face but it was evident from his physique. He waved at me, my eyesight was blurry and rubbed my eyes to see who it was. As my eyesight started getting clearer and clearer I saw who it was. OH MY GOSH!

It was one of the bodyguards at the mansion. He always stands near the main gate of the mansion, he makes a record of the people entering and exiting the mansion with its time. I know him because I always used to see him from the window in my room back in the mansion.

"Hello, Anabella, how are you?" he asked. I can t recall his name.

"I m good, sorry I can t recall your name," I looked at him apologetically.

"I m Drake," he introduced.

I asked him the questions that came to my mind and answered all of them without hesitation. After I was shot, he told me that a few people came into the mansion and took the unconscious Isabella with them. He said that the Volkovs were the most wanted Russian Mafia, they had illegal organised business.

That was the day when I got to know about the events that took place after I was shot. I did my research on these people and got to know a lot about them. It s just a matter of time before things change.

My day was over, they had their dinner and after we maids wind up the dining table we had our dinner and my duty was done for the day. I work for four hours as a maid in the mansion. I get free at midnight and leave for my apartment.