Heeeello whoever's reading! So.. thanks for reading!

Anyway, this is my third fanfic, pleease enjoy..

Oh, right, summary.

4 girls are captured and taken to a mansion to work as servants. Their masters are cold, heartless and will stop at nothing until their maids are completely miserable. But will these girls be the ones to melt their icy hearts?

I do not own pokemon...

AAAANDDDD NOWWWWWWWW... (Drumroll, please)

THE STORY!

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LEAF POV

Ah, the beach. How I loved the sweet smell of the ocean and the salty taste in the air. I strolled up the pathway leading to the markets. It was Sunday morning, the perfect time for produce. I walked up the street, past all the jewelers and artists, until I reached the stalls I was looking for, the food. It all smelt so delicious and I could almost see the warmth projecting itself off the freshly baked bread. It was heaven. I made my way over to one of the many pastry stalls, taking in the scent of all the baked goods. I glanced at the shopkeeper, who was busying herself with another customer, barely noticing me at all. I smirked to myself; this could not be more perfect. One swift motion was all it would take. I searched the table for something worth grabbing; something nutritious enough for three. Then I spotted it. Right next to the shopkeeper laid a huge, round pie, big enough for seconds. I slowly started towards it, keeping my eyes wandering around the rest of the delicacies.

This was my life. I stole for my family's survival. If I didn't then we'd have passed a long, long time ago. My mother didn't work, she wasn't able. She was sick a lot of the time, and barely got out of bed. My younger brother, Silver, was always at her side, ensuring she was never lonely. It was up to me to provide the supplies. I never told how I got them, of course. That would only be upsetting. No, I was very smart about it. I always had a story behind each item, regardless of whether it was a meal, clothing or just a little something extra.

I was a thief. It wasn't exactly the most respectable title, but I got what I needed, and that was enough.

Slowly, I lifted my hands from my pockets and hung them by my sides. I stretched out my fingers, preparing for the snatch. All it took was one swift movement, which had to be perfect. If I took any longer than a quarter of a second, the shopkeeper might turn around, and I would be caught red-handed.

I eyed the pie again. I would tell Silver it was a reward. I'd tell him how I'd rescued an old ladies cat from a tree, and she had baked it as a thanks. That was pretty believable.

I lifted my hands to my face, wiping loose wisps of hair out of my eyes.

I began to lower my hands. This was the moment, what it all came down to.

My fingers just hovered in the air above the pastry. I had to move now, before I was caught. As smoothly as I could, I quickly grabbed the pie, shoving it under my shirt. I quickly examined the new look. Fortunately, I just looked like a pregnant teenager. Well, it was better than a criminal.

"Hey!" My head whipped round. It was the stall's assistant who had cried out. He was examining the empty spot where the pie once lay, obviously confused. He then lifted his eyes, locking them with mine. I should've turned and been on my way, but something stopped me; fear. The boy slowly slid his gaze from mine, noticing the bump beneath my top. I watched as his eyes widened in realization. Busted.

"Stop! Thief!"

The next thing I knew, I was sprinting for my life. I pushed my way past the countless people, bustling about in the morning rush. I turned down an alley way, in an attempt to lose whatever law force was behind me. I felt the pie slipping from my grip, so I hugged it tight to my stomach. This was exhilarating, I'd never run so fast in my life. I felt a huge wave of adrenaline wash over me; I felt so alive. As I exited the alley, I was relieved. It was clear to me that I'd escaped and was free. At this speed no one could catch me. I would return home safely, everything seemingly normal.

BANG!

I fell to the ground, the pie falling from my shirt and landing with a splat on the concrete. I squinted up at a large figure, the glare from the sun obscuring my vision.

"Going somewhere?" I husky voice asked.

I gulped. The officer I had run into leaned over, grabbing me by the arm. I tried to struggle from his grip but he was far too strong. Realizing it was useless, I soon relented as he dragged me off to meet my fate.

MAY POV

I couldn't believe this was happening again. I'd been telling my father for years to control his addiction, but he wouldn't listen to reason. My mother had been in a constant state of worry over those long periods in which he didn't return home. The man loved to gamble. So much so, that our family owed a great deal of money to many powerful people. Well, today it appeared as if his 'hobby', as he liked to call it, had caught up with him.

Outside our front door, there stood two men in suits. Loan sharks. I'd know them anywhere. We'd had a few minor experiences with them in the past, although back then we still had emergency savings we could use to buy them off. Sadly, this time we were completely broke.

My mother slowly made her way to the door. We all knew the drill; she would act polite, my father in the lounge, whilst my brother and I waited upstairs. It wasn't the best plan, but being prepared in this situation was not an easy task.

I watched from the second story window as the men were welcomed inside. I saw them nod at my mother in appreciation. Something told me they wouldn't be so grateful in a few minutes.

My brother, Max, scrambled over to me from where he sat atop the stairs. Max was a smart kid, and therefore saw to it that he always knew what was happening. When we'd first started cutting back on various luxuries in order to pay our debt, he had pestered me for weeks until I'd finally cracked and explained the entire situation. He'd been eavesdropping on every conversation since, just to be certain nothing happened that he wasn't aware of.

"May, what do you think they'll do this time?" Max asked me, peering up from his thick lenses.

"I don't know, Max" I replied, hugging him tight, "I don't know".

We sat in silence, listening intently for any kind of noise from beneath us. I prayed that they'd let my father off with a warning, although I knew it was an unrealistic fantasy.

"No! You can't! Please!" It was my mother's voice, the panic clear in her high-pitched scream.

Something was wrong. I carefully pried myself from the clutches of the now sleeping Max and bolted down the stairs. The first thing I saw was the overflowing tears on my mother's face, before I realized what had caused them.

It was the Loan Sharks. They had my father restrained and were leading him outside, the look on his face pure horror.

"What is going on!" I shouted out, causing all action to halt.

One of the men smirked at me, before eyeing my father.

"Care to explain what all your greediness has caused, Norman?"

This was obviously a joke, as he had already been gagged and was unable to speak. After waiting for nothing but silence, the man turned back to me and explained himself.

"Well, young girl, it appears as if your father is a no-good, filthy rat, who our boss has kindly lent money to out of the goodness of his own heart. However, as your daddy is refusing to repay the amount he owes, we have been sent to collect him and bring him to our boss's estate, where he shall work off his payment".

I gasped. This couldn't be happening. Despite his large flaws, this family needed our father, and I wasn't about to let them take him away.

"Wait!" I yelled as they continued to drag him out the door, "take me instead".

"No!" My mother tried to pull me back but I moved away from her grip.

"Take me, and I will work in my father's place. I will work for free and my family can work for the money here. When the debt is repaid, your boss can let me go".

The two men exchanged a quick look.

"Well, that sounds just fine," they both took a step forward, releasing my father, "Now, come with us, little girl".

I quickly said my goodbyes to my family, aware that I would not see them again for a long time. The men each grabbed one of my shoulders, before leading me outside to whatever life lay ahead.

MISTY POV

"Oh, Misty!" A voice rang out from inside the house.

I groaned, not again.

I straightened up from where I stood, bent over the garden. I turned around to face the house. The backdoor flung open and out strutted Daisy, my eldest sister. In her hand she held a long piece of paper that flowed from her manicured hand right down the ground. On her lips lay a smirk, her expression implying she would enjoy what came next.

Unwillingly, I walked over to her, dreading my next task.

She shoved the chore sheet into my hands.

"You need to clean the attic. It's disgusting up there".

I glanced at the list. The attic was only the second out of 240 jobs to be completed.

I looked up at Daisy, "You really expect me to clean the attic all by myself?"

"Misty" She said in a bittersweet voice, playfully flicking my nose, "You know that Lily, Violet and I are allergic to dust. You can't seriously put your sisters in that kind of danger, can you?"

I scoffed, "how exactly does it put you in danger? You've never even been up there!"

This angered my sister; she didn't like it when I talked back.

"Well" Her voice switching from sweet to deadly in an instant, "I don't think you can take that risk".

And, with that, she was gone, her hair whipping me in the face as she turned sharply on her heel.

"I'd be more than happy to risk it, actually" I muttered under my breath.

I loathed my sisters, and they despised me. They couldn't afford to hire a maid, as they spent all our money on themselves, and instead expected me to clean up after them.

Fortunately, all that was about to change; I had a plan. I had been planning for months how I would escape this nightmare, and I'd finally devised the perfect escape. Okay, so it wasn't exactly all that cunning, but it would get me out of here. Tonight, after everyone had gone to bed, I would sneak out of my window and run away. I didn't care where I went, just as long as it was away from here.

I snuck out as soon as the lights switched off. Thankfully, it was raining outside. The sound of the storm would cover up any noise I made in my escape. As I opened my window and began to climb down, I felt a small pinch of sadness. The truth was, although my sisters were horrid to me, they were still my family, and I was deserting them. However, I quickly shook this thought off; there was no time for regrets.

I used the vines growing on the side on the house to support me and began to climb down. When I was only a few feet from ground level, I leapt from the wall, landing in a pool of mud. I heard the thunder roar above me; my sister's would not suspect a thing.

I made my way out the front gate and onto the road. It was late and there was not a car to be seen. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and trudged down the pavement.

After hours of endless walking the storm had not let up and I found myself totally lost. I was tired and wet, with no home to return to.

I soon tripped on a large root sticking out from the dirt, landing in a painful heap on the side of the road.

I was too tired to move, let alone continue on my wandering journey, so I just lay there. I would be found in the morning and returned to the house, all my efforts gone to waste. The girls would torment me, explaining just how disappointed and hurt they were. But they'd soon be over it and I'd be back in the kitchen fulfilling their every desire. There was no point in running anymore, it was useless.

But, just as I was about to give up all hope, I saw a flashing light in the distance. A car. The vehicle drove nearer and nearer, to the point where I thought it would just zoom right past me. But, for once in my life, luck seemed to be on my side, as the motor cut off the second it reached me.

The car door opened and out rushed an old lady, her driver holding a black umbrella over her wrinkled head. She waddled over to me, her eyes covered in the darkness of the night. As she reached me the umbrella's shelter provided a welcome break from the icy rain. The woman bent down over me, her bony fingers grazing my shoulder.

"Poor thing" She stood back up, turning to her driver, "Henry, take this girl to the car. We'll take her back with us".

There was a brief grunt of agreement as the man handed over the umbrella and reached down to lift me up. I felt the ground disappear beneath me, the warmth of the dry car, and then the rush as it started up again, driving me further and further away from what I could no longer call my life.

DAWN POV

I hated this place. The food was terrible, the clothes smelt like mothballs, the bedchambers were dark and the masters were heartless bastards. In one word, it was hell.

But, out of all the things I hated, the one I despised most was what the place had done to me.

I used to be a caring, loving, friendly girl, but ever since I was brought to this death trap, there had been a massive change in my personality. I couldn't blame myself though, it was kind of hard to act bubbly when you were scrubbing floors all day long. In fact I was lucky I hadn't totally lost it like a few others I had come across in my years.

I'd been a servant in this mansion for nearly half a decade, a feat I was not at all proud of. All I wanted was to get out, but it'd been made very clear to me that was impossible.

The only thing I could be thankful for was the other servants that joined in my daily struggles. We all stuck together and worked as a team, and could even call each other friends.

But I had to say, the place would be no where near as bad, if it weren't for those spoilt brats that we served, day in and day out. They may have been my age, but that was the only thing we had in common. No matter how hard we worked or how long we cleaned, they were never pleased. Nothing was ever good enough for them, which made it impossible to work here. What was the point if we were never appreciated? Not like any of us had a choice. We were brought here by force, everyone outcasts or lawbreakers.

I didn't belong here though, I was innocent. I was only here because of my ex-best friend. Her name was Leona. We had been inseparable since birth, our parents best friends before us. I never could've imagined what she'd turn into. It was her boyfriend's fault really, he was a bad influence. By the time they started getting serious, Leona wasn't my friend anymore. It was like I didn't even know her. She stayed out late, lost the ability to be kind and began pushing everyone away. One night she climbed up through my window, attempting to persuade me to join her in a late-night crime spree. By that point I was desperate to get my old friend back, and was willing to try anything.

So, I snuck out with her and her boyfriend.

Leona told me about this gigantic mansion, in the outskirts of town. She told me how she was planning to teach the stuck-up snobs that lived there a lesson by egging the place. I disapproved, of course, but she told me I wouldn't have to be a part of it. I was assured I would only be there to keep watch. I should've known better, but I was just too caught up in the thought of having her back in my life to think of the consequences.

We arrived at the mansion before long. It was a cold, winter night and a thick mist surrounded the estate. We snuck over to a large hedge and hid behind it, Leona giggling the whole time. I shushed her and began my watch for any unwanted presences. I heard the cracking as the eggs hit the stone walls, hoping the prank would soon become boring and we could leave. I wasn't that lucky.

The entire thing was still a bit of a blur, but I remembered the noise as the guards ran out, the lights flickering on. I remembered turning around, only to find that both Leona and her boyfriend had run off without me. And I remembered the gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realized the girl I used to share everything with, who had promised she would always be there for me, had left me alone to fend for myself.

So, that was that; I was caught and Leona was let off without a scratch. I'd hoped my former friend would've felt just a tiny bit of guilt for what she'd done to me, how she'd ruined my life, but I never heard from her again. Not like anyone knew where I was anyway; I was never getting out.

Well, that was my story; everyone had one, each more depressing than the last. You learnt after a while to hide your feelings; they were just considered a weakness to the masters; something to be used against us.

I sat down against my room's rotten wall, and tilted my head back to rest. I could hear the mansion doors open above me, then various footsteps making their way to the entrance of the servant's quarters. The door swung open, crashing into the frail wall beside it. I heard a few wails as the bodies were shoved down the stairs. I looked over at them in pity, piled in a heap on the floor. The new maids had arrived.

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