16. The Sheep is Ambushed by The Hyena

I hate that I have to cry. I just hate that I can't control my emotions. I'm sad mainly because my parents had never yelled at me.

Also, I worked per–time in Louisiana before I came to Texas and in my years of service, I had never been tortured by my boss not to speak of his friends or girlfriends.

Antonia rushed toward me and I was sure that she had been watching everything.

“Maureen, it's okay. Don't be like this. You don't deserve to be treated badly. Come on.” she said lifting me as I cried.

She held my hand in one of her hands and the mop in the other. She dropped the mop and took me to my room.

“Sit,” she said and placed me warily on the bed.

“I don't know what she must have said to you but I don't want you to take her words to heart. You're a good person as well as a good cook. Don't be sad.” she said and I whimpered.

“She's mean. I did all she asked of me. I had to prepare food for her and yet she was cruel.” I said while whimpering.

“That was so bad of her. I didn't k