three

Today was like a dream come true. I was seated on a giant chair facing a gigantic table, the ones which you see in the movies and I can't believe that I just ate my dinner on this magnificent table. Michael was sitting right next to me, eating like he has been on hunger strike for years. Seriously he eats like a typical toddler, he just keeps on filling his mouth with spoonful of custard that Maria just prepared for us for desert and I have to admit its damn delicious. The corners of his lips are drenched in custard that continues by freely falling on his shirt and he doesn't even care about using a napkin and I continue staring at him in disgust. Suddenly, he saw me by the corner of his eye and spoke up shoving another spoonful of custard in his mouth. "What?" he said and I pursed my lips to force my laughter, I mean he looked so funny but, adorable at the same time.

"Nothing" I said turning my head again to focus on my bowl of custard and not on his face, suppressing my laughter at the same time. Thankfully Mari was in the kitchen.

"Are you laughing?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows as he faced me.

"N-no" I stuttered and that's when a little giggle escaped my lips.

"What is so amusing over here that you feel the need to laugh?" he asked and practically groaned at me. I was surprised by his sudden anger towards me and my laughter subsided but, I still had the courage to speak because after all I wasn't scared of him.

"Your face!" I exclaimed chuckling a bit again and he gave me a sharp look. I slightly stood up from my chair before picking up a napkin and offering it to him but, he threw it on the floor. Who the hell does he think he is? son of a rich man, well yeah.

I internally calmed myself before standing and picking up another napkin. This time I didn't care offering it to him because I know he would end up throwing this one too so, I smiled before turning my face to him and cleaning the corner of his mouth. He was a bit shocked but, I just continued wiping his mouth and then his shirt before he held my hand and pushed me away almost making me fall from my chair. "Stay in your limits, you're just a maid" his words were so harsh that I felt a pang on my chest and I felt tears blurring my vision but, I just shrugged it off because I know that if I even tried to utter a word I will burst into tears. He is such a heartless vulture, I miss my dad so much and yes I was just a maid right so, I don't deserve anything in life.

"Michael, sometimes its good to just shut your mouth, will you?" suddenly Maria came out of the kitchen staring at Michael and anger was clearly evident in her voice. Just because of Maria I am not treated like a slave over here or I would've been mopping floors.

"I'll shut my mouth if she keeps her mouth shut too" he said and that's when anger crawled up my spine and I stood up from my chair, a tear rolled down my cheek, sobbing a little I made an attempt to open my mouth.

"Don't stress your vocal chords, I'm going!" I snapped, trying to stop the tears that were continuously rolling down my cheeks. I ran towards my room and spammed the door shut. Stop crying you stupid, remember what dad said 'Tears are precious, don't waste them on stupid people'

Ugh! why am I thinking about dad, I really don't know what should I do. I hate him but, I love him. This so confusing but, I can't hate my dad. He was the best dad until he left me all alone, is it even legal. Well, now that I'm here I should get used to all the torture. Pull your socks up.

I sat on my bed with my knees hugging my chest and suddenly someone started banging on the door. When did Maria became this strong. "Open the freaking door or do you want me to bring the drilling tool?" Michael yelled and wow.... he is so sweet. Sweet my foot! He just made me cry and now being rude again. "Stop swearing in your mind and open the door!" he shouted again. Now he can read my mind too.

"I'm staying in my limits sir I'm just a maid" I yelled and the bangs on my door became more wild.

"Well on that record let me tell you, this is my house. You heard that! this is my house and its my order for you to come out right now." he screamed, banging the door again.

I was sobbing and now I was scared so, I finally decided to open the door. I was shivering, what will he do? he can totally punch me or slap me but, both will make me cry anyway? Heartless vulture. I finally opened the door and it revealed Michael, sighing in relieve. A shiver ran down my spine and suddenly his hand extended, I closed my eyes as I was totally ready for a punch or a slap. "Here" he said and I opened my eyes still shivering. Oh My God!! he was offering me a hanker chief but, he can't even apologize. Now that he offered me a hanky I was totally expecting an apology. "will you do me the honours to take it?" he said and I extended my hand for taking the hanker chief before throwing it on the floor. Yeah that's what happens when you mess with Sierra Ventresca.

He was calm and he searched for something in his pockets before taking out another hanky and this time what he did totally surprised me and left me speechless. He took the hanker chief near my face and started wiping my tear. That's so sweet of him. "I-I'm sorry, I was just crazy" he stuttered and I couldn't help but, smile.

"Its okay but, do have any idea that you are a heartless human being?" I said and he smirked, okay so was he even sorry?

"I'm not heartless, I just listen to my heart less" he said.

I'm still assuming you are a heartless vulture.