Odessa
"It's good to see that you're feeling be–" Marcel didn't let me finish and just stormed into the house. I took a deep breath and dragged my tired self up to my room.
Seeing the expression on Marcel's face, it's clear that I'm in trouble. I kept pacing up and down in my room.
"But wait, why am I in trouble? I didn't do anything wrong, did I? "I queried myself as if it could provide an answer to my worries.
Why would he sound so angry? Is he still angry about the food?.
I was still pacing up and down in my room, trying to figure out what had just happened.
When someone suddenly slammed my door open, I turned and found myself face to face with Marcel.
Immediately I felt fear travel through my whole body. His face looked dangerous, and I was unable to read his expressions.
"You did it intentionally, right?" He accused.
" Who put you up to it?... How could you do this, Odessa?" he continued without giving me a chance to defend myself, even though I had no idea what was going on.
"The only thing I asked you to do for me was to take care of my Mum, and you couldn't do it." At this point, I can't even tell if he is sad or angry because it was starting to hurt me to see him like that.
Whatever it is that I did, it was never my intention to hurt him.
"What exactly did I do, Marcel?" I asked confusedly, hoping he would give me an answer.
"Please…it was never my intention to hurt you or your mum," I pleaded as tears filled my eyes.
"I promise, I only took my lady for a walk, I felt she needed some fresh air, and I promise you nothing happened out there, I made sure of that. She was so happy to be out there. You should have seen her face.
Nodding his head as he moved some feet away from me, "Well, you did make sure enough because not only did you put her life in danger, you have shown the world my mum's condition, 'congratulations Odessa.
My mum is now the joke of the town.
You are happy, right?".
"Let me remind you, Odessa, in case the fancy meals have erased your memory, you are just a slave whose duty is to take care of my mother, you have no right to take her out of this house, especially without my permission". He raged and zoomed off.
I just stand there frozen, trying to process what just happened, how did it get to this?.
...
For one week I locked myself up in my room and thanks to Annabeth who made sure I didn't miss any meal.
I was so embarrassed to meet anyone, I don't know if it was because of all the trouble I have caused for the past week or was it the fact that Marcel called me a slave again, I know I'm supposed to be use to this by now, but for some reasons it still hurts badly whenever it comes from him.
I heard I knock on my door, I beckoned the person to come in, it was Dehlia.
"Good morning, Miss, how are you feeling now?" she asked with concern visible on her face.
"I'm okay, thank you," I replied dryly.
"Let's get you ready, Master asked for you to join him for breakfast" she informed.
"Why?... why all of a sudden?" I asked in annoyance.
"Please, Miss Odessa.
You can't lock yourself up here forever."
In as much I'm not ready to face anyone, most especially Marcel, I can not be here forever. So I got up to wash myself up, put on a new dress and followed Dehlia to the dinning.
At the dining table, everyone was quiet. I didn't say anything to Marcel; I glanced at him a couple of times, but he didn't say anything or look my way, not even once.
"Why did he invite me here, if he is not going to say anything?" I thought and hissed, but unluckily for me, the hiss was not just in my head, from the way he suddenly paused and stared at me.
"Did you just hiss at me?" He asked with shock on his face.
"Sorry..I..I did not mean to." I blurted.
He didn't say thing and continue with his food but I was too embarrassed to continue with the food so I got up to leave.
"Check on my mother, on your way, she has been asking of you," he instructed.
"Yes, sire," I replied and left.
I stopped by my lady's room and she was so happy to see me, the look on her face showed how worried she was for me.
I knelt down to greet her and she can't stop touching my face. This got me all teary, it reminds me of how much I missed my mum.
I just laid my head on her lap and cried my eyes out, I didn't know why I was crying so much, probably I have been bottling up so much for the past week. But I let it all out and my lady didn't say anything; she just rubbed my back till I couldn't cry anymore.
" Do you feel better now?" she asked.
I nodded and we both smiled at each other.
We didn't do much after that, I just read one of the storybooks in her room to her till she fell asleep.
I tucked her in with her blanket and headed to my room.
Lost in thought about what happened today, I did not realize I was close to the staircase, before I could do anything, I saw myself flying down the staircase. But before I could hit the floor, I felt a strong hand around my waist.
In shock, my eyes flew open, it was Marcel, realizing how close our face was to each other, my face turned red.
Suddenly I felt hot, I didn't move nor did he, we just stared at each other.
I could feel my heart threatening to leave my body.
"What if he hears it?" I thought.
I stood straight immediately and pushed him.
"You pervert, how dare you touch me?" I blurted and ran off.