My name is Chloeparis Athena Vallora,
Well at least it was until our parents sold me and my twin sister Zoë into slavery because they needed money.
Me and my sister grew up in the french quarters of new orleans but we only stayed there until my parents sold us to a family in Nevada when we were six and now we're fourteen and live in a large house unlike our old one but we were not treated as children we were treated as slaves we were the family maids.
"Chloep wake up!"
I heard my sister yell as she shook me.
"What!?"
I pouted.
My sister had light cream skin like I did but thats as far as it goes of us being twins because we didnt look anything alike she had blonde hair i had jet black hair she had green eyes I had grey.
"You know if we don't start cleaning they won't let us eat tonight."
Zoë said.
"Yeah I know."
I sighed.
We only had three outfits each which were all maid outfits one was a classic hotel maid another was a very short cute maid costume and the other one was long and it had longsleeves.
"Okay lets get ready."
I said.
I put on the long and puffy maid outfit and Zoë put on the short and cute one.
It was five am the same time we woke up everyday because we had to clean, cook, pack lunch, clean again then cook, then clean once more, then sleep.
We quietly walked out of our small closet sized room and snuck through the halls of the large house.
We got into the kitchen and we started to make breakfeast.
Zoë was getting the dishes out of the cabnet and she almost dropped one.
"Oh my god I wouldve been dead if I dropped that."
Zoë whispered.
"Yeah I know."
I sighed and remembered the time I took the blame for her.
*Seven years ago.*
Zoë had just dropped a glass and Mistress Stella (as she liked us to call her.) ran into the kitchen and saw glass and wine all over the floor.
"MY FLOOR!"
She yelled with her cocky rich person voice.
"Which one of you brats did it!"
She yelled.
"I-I."
Zoë studdered and Stella grabbed her arm.
"You little brat did you do this!?"
She said holding up one hand ready to slap her.
"N-no I did it!"
I yelled before she hit her.
"Come here."
She said.
"Get over here right now."
She yelled.
"Y-yes Mistress Stella."
I said stepping over the glass and walking to her.
"I let you live here so you can cook and clean not so you can make messes and break glasses!"
Stella yelled.
"I-I'm sorry."
I wimpered.
She slapped me instead.
"Come with me."
She pulled my arm tightly.
"You will not be eating tonight you don't deserve it."
She said throwing me in a closet.
"You will stay there until tomorrow."
She said closing the door on me and I was left in the dark.
"No Mistress Stella I'm scared!"
I wiggled the door nob.
"I'm sorry!"
I cried.
I covered my eyes in the closet because I was scared.
A few hours later my dress was so wet fron my tears I heard a soft knock on the door.
"Chloep here."
I heard Zoë whisper and she slid something under the door but it was to dark to see so I picked it up.
"B-bread?"
I sniffled.
"Shh eat it before she comes."
Zoë whispered.
"Thank you."
I said eating the slice of bread.
"I have to go I'll see you tomorrow."
Zoë whispered.
"Tomorrow..."
Stella abused us alot and her husband was never home so he didnt know I don't even know if he knows we're here.
*Present time.*
"I hate it here they treat us like scum."
I said.
"Its not like we have any other place to go."
Zoë whispered.
"We need to leave this place its to much."
I sighed.
"Stella will be upset."
Zoë said.
"No she wont she hates us."
I scoffed.
"But we have no one else and its only for awhile mom and dad said theyd buy us back."
Zoë sighed.
"No they probably forgot about us and for how long will we have to do this!"
I cried.
"They wouldnt."
Zoë sighed.
"Think about it Zoë they forgot us because eight years later and they havent called or come to take us home."
I said and tears fell from both our faces.
"I wanna go home Chloe."
she cried.
"Shhh it okay I'll find a way out of this place."
I hugged my sister.
"I wanna go home."
She repeated.