I’m Not A Servant Sir, I’m A Maid

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As A child I have always been somewhat naive,
As a child I could forever dream,
Yet, I wasn't a child anymore,
And I so desperately wish for those tender naive days.
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I stand there debating, waiting for some miracle as I find myself unable to move, unable to believe that she, Amber Livingston,was standing just a few feet away from me. It was outrageous.

Yet, like all nightmares, this was one I can't just simply wake up from. It was one that was unavoidable.

Just from standing there, I can clearly see the annoyance that was planted in her expression. It didn't take a mind reader to tell that she was thinking degrading thoughts about the Myths new maid. Hell, I bet a million that right now she was stating that my somewhat messy short hair and lack of makeup today was a red carpet DON'T. She, of course confirms this when her rose lips liftes up in a very malicious smirk.

"Well? Are you going to let me in or admire me all day? I must say though, I don't like girls checking me out." She said while emphasizing her last statement with disgusted sneer. I couldn't help but roll my eyes before side stepping from the door so the all mighty, perfumed go-go girl could enter.

I prefer guys, not hags like you. I thought as I mentally gag, seeing her strut in with some sort of purpose. She even made the bitchy move of tossing her hair in front of my face in order to hit me with her golden locks, which I nearly miss as I shut the door behind her. Apparently no one has heard of discreet hostility now in days.

"Dagan! Your one and only has arrived!" If I doubled over laughing and died, this would most likely have been the day. The look on Dagan's face was absolutely priceless as he turns from the couch to see the tall legged model dive bomb him from behind. The poor man had only two seconds of time to see this in action before her bust was in his face, which to say, somewhat sparked a small unsettling emotion inside of me. Yet, it was quickly brushed aside when Dagan detaches the blonde from him.

"Amber, what are you doing here?" He questions with utter shock, apparently not expecting to see her. From this I couldn't help but feel more relaxed. Honestly, what I would have done if they were expecting the red lights districts most famous star?

"Oh, the film I was staring in America is done. Now they're just fixing it and should be an Box office hit! You should have been there darling, you would have loved California!" She gushes, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in as she laid her head against his broad shoulder with a satisfied smile. There was that weird, icky feeling again.

"Well, is good to hear that you had fun, but I didn't expect you to be back so quickly." He remarks softly, looking at the girl with a puzzled glance before causally wrapping his arms around her. Now I just felt dizzy, if not possibly sick. I mean, look how cheesy it this is, it's like one of those mushy soap operas!

Tearing my eyes from the scene, I look over to the parents, expecting them to probably gazing at the pair with some sort of admiration, yet the only one who seemed to appreciate the sight was Mr. Myth. To my surprise, it was Dagan's mother that didn't seem to be liking the picture. In fact, she almost seemed she was observing some play, a play that she found to have bad acting. Perplexed, I glance back toward to too, and to my horrible delight, it seems that Dagan expression wasn't one of one of glee to be holding the gorgeous blonde. It was like a force habit of some sort rather than affection.

Looking away, I felt the air somewhat shift in a dramatic way, from going to this warm (nauseating scene) to a more cold, viperous presence. I had only one guess to why this happen, and, glancing down to my right, I could see Elli standing just a few feet away from me. She must have down from her room a recently, since she was now holding her favorite stuff dog Duke in her left hand. From one glance she would seem to be like any other cute girl with long locks of raven hair and curious blue eyes (though I know that's just a lie), but at this moment, if looks could kill, Amber Livingston would no longer have living in her last name. Apparently the blonde has many enemies, me being included for reasons I wish not to talk about.

"What is she doing here?"Elli snarls a viscous tone that was very new to me. Though I haven't been working long here, (Maybe a few weeks now) never have I seen her ever loss her tempter like this. It was startling to say in the least.

"Oh my, Elli you look just simply adorable!" Amber states loudly as she jumps from the couch and heads over to Elli. I couldn't help but grin when I see Dagan sigh from the corner of my eye, appearing thankful that her overloaded perfume wasn't in his face any longer.

"Don't you dare call me Elli you hag! Address me properly." Elli said backing away from the blond as she tries to hug the infuriated girl. Never poke a venomous snake unless you're wishing to die by its venom. In this case, Amber didn't hear the mental warning.

"What did I do that made you hate me so?"Amber questions in slight horror, appearing genially shocked by Elli's behavior, but I wasn't buying the tone Amber's voice. Though her expression seems true, her voice and eyes were strangely off. My warning bells were going off, something about her was as though she was mocking the girl.

"Don't play dumb! You ugly che-"Elli starts was cut off my quick cough from her father. At the sound, everyone faced the man stern man whose face was set in stone.

"Elli."Her father began in a gruff voice, a tone that I was not familiar with. Ellie seems somewhat shaken with this.

"Yes papa?" she said regretfully, looking up to the man in a way a child knows they're going to get a scolding.

"Go to your room, I'll speak with you later." He says in a commanding tone, one that even Elli couldn't argue with.

"..Yes papa." Elli murmurs in defeat, turning her back towards us till she was half down the hall before turning around and sticking her tongue out in Amber's direction. It took all my self control in order to not laugh at her childish gesture.

"Well, I'm off to bed, goodnight" Dagan said with a fake yawn, clearly wanting nothing more than to deal with this mess alter as he made his way out of the room.

"Don't get eating by a monster on the way home." Dagan teases as he walks past, smirking as I murmur "weirdo" under my breath. Amber, quick to see him off, pushes past me in order to give him a death grip hug, but is politely pushed away as Dagan quickly heads for the stairs, claiming he had work to do for an assignment.

I wonder if she knew he finished that work this morning.

His parents soon follow as Artemis receives a phone call and Mr. Myth went to up to probably go lecture Elli on her behavior.

This left just me and Amber in the entire way. Great.

"What are you to Dagan?" the question caught me off guard.

"Excuses me?" I said, dumbfounded as Amber's skeptical auburn eyes sneer at my petite form. She sure didn't hide the fact she didn't like me.

"Honestly, it doesn't take a retard to see that you have the Hot's for him. Of course I don't blame you."Amber comments as she studied her nails, ones that she most likely had manicured the day she got back from America.

"I don't have the Hot's for him. He's my boss, and that's it." I mutter as I look back to the stairs, feeling as though my words were somewhat hollow. From the corner of my eye I could see amber merely rolling her eyes at my statement.

"Your right, he's way out of your league." Amber sighs dramatically; now facing a mirror as she thoughtfully fixed her hair before turning her dull attention on me. Though she didn't like my presence, she seems to take a great deal of pride in annoying me.

"By the way you still haven't answered my question, what are you to him?" She question slyly, leaning in some as though her interrogating eyes could scare me. Instead, they just made me somewhat sick.

"I'm just his maid." I say with some hesitation, a part of me silently wishing I could deny it but just force it to the side.

"Good. Keep it that way. You wouldn't want his Fiance to scare that little face of yours." She remarks smugly, turning away from me in a sign that she bored with me as she headed for the door. Of course though, I can't help but ask one simply question.

"He has a Fiance?" At the sound of my voice she stops.

"Of course he does."She reply's simply without turning. She was still half way out the door when I find myself still speaking in order to stop her.

"Who is his Fiancé." with curiosity gnawing at my insides, I couldn't help ask. For some twisted reason though, she turns back to face me and laughs. It wasn't a pleasant laugh either, but one that was mocking and made me feel like a fool.

"I thought you would have known." She remarks thoughtfully, toying with the idea of telling me as she secretly smirked in amusement.

"I'm his Fiance." She said presently before slamming the door in my face. Leaving me stunned for a few seconds before running to the maid's quarters, grabbing my stuff, and leaving through the back door without even telling Lion that I was heading home.

When I enter my empty apartment around midnight, I cry until sleep claims me. Not even the nightmares of the past can make me feel any worse than I already did.