So during my hiatus time, I found some time to edit a chapter and post it, mostly because I couldn't wait to post until the end of this month. So I have a new pic out on DA! It's a version t.a.t.u.'s "220" using Rebecca and Claire, if you wanna see, link's in my profile, all you have to do to get to the link is click my name, scroll till you see the "My Art" section, and you're there. Next art I'll be doing is another Billecca one. By the way, sorry for the short chapter.


Rebecca stormed down the stairs and onto the main living room. Now that Billy, the person who now got on her nerves, the one responsible for her first kiss, knew she was here, Rebecca didn't know what to do now that she knew he'd be teasing her here and there for now on. She couldn't just quit because of something stupid like this, also Father Gomez, Mother Anne and Sister Maya were depending on her to build her life.

Still, there was always that egg throwing at car windows "job" she and Claire had done when they were younger she could turn to. She remembered that every time there was a red light, Claire would run up to the cars and throw eggs at the windshields. Then Rebecca would go up to the cars, clean up the eggs from the windows quickly and the drivers would pay her, telling her how much of an angel she was for doing so. But honestly, that wasn't a good enough job.

She stopped once she reached downstairs to try to think clearly. Even though she knew pretty well Billy was being a player, Rebecca still had those so called . . . . feelings for him. The ones she wanted to forget about. She then sat down on the couch and didn't even know how to think.

When someone tapped Rebecca on the shoulder, she looked up to see a dark brown haired man standing next to her. Just by his looks, she could tell he was a troubled man, and a grumpy one, too.

He looked almost taken aback to see her that she began to think if something was wrong with her.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" he asked 5 minutes later.

"Uh, I'm Rebecca, the new maid." She quickly stood up from the couch and then apologized; quickly aware he was probably going to get mad since he looked too grumpy enough. "I'm so sorry I sat down on your couch, I was just resting because I felt a little bit tired and—"

"No, it's alright." He said and then extended his hand to her. "I'm John Chambers, one of the people you'll also be working for, though mostly Katherine."

"Well, uh, nice to meet you, Mr. Chambers." Rebecca gave the older man a warm smile.

John smiled. "Well, I'll get back to my work now, Rebecca." And with that he left.

Rebecca stared at him walk up the stairs and thought to herself. "Maybe John isn't the kind of person I think he was. But he still seems like he's so troubled and stressed out."

She was going to head into the kitchen until suddenly a blond girl her age bumped into her. When she saw she bumped into Rebecca, she made a face. "Watch where you're going, you idiot."

"I'm so sorry, Miss." Rebecca apologized. "I didn't see you."

"Of course you didn't see me! You were too distracted!" She stammered. "And it's Tanya! Not "Miss"." Tanya ran up the stairs.

Rebecca rolled her eyes at her and went for the kitchen, suddenly wanting to look for something to eat since she hadn't eaten much.


They had finally arrived at the house, a little early than Leon expected, but they had arrived. At the moment Leon was helping Richard go into his new room, a room that was pretty hidden in a corner.

Leon opened the door and rolled Richard inside. "There's a bathroom right inside of that door, and inside the other there's a big closet for your clothes and stuff you may want to place in there."

Chris then appeared and set Richard's stuff down, he didn't say much, just "Here's his things", and left.

Leon nodded at Chris, surprised to see him be so quick to walk in and out. "Would you prefer to come down and eat with all of us? Or would you prefer someone brings your food up here?"

"I prefer someone to bring it up here." Richard stayed there, observing the room. "I prefer to be alone."

"Alright, then." Leon looked over to his stuff, and began with the one that looked far too heavy for Richard. "Let me help you unpack a few things, like this huge bag over here." He began to unzip the bag and took out many things, like the things you'd expect an artist to have. Then he came upon the thing that gave the bag its big shape. He removed the blankets that covered it and then found a sketch painting. The sketch painting of a nude woman only revealing her side he remembered Richard had drawn three years ago.

"You still have this?" Leon asked, taking out the painting and looking at it more closely, a little surprised to know the woman's face was still missing, and that the painting still had no color.

"Yeah, a memory of Melissa I'll never forget." Richard said staring at the painting, and then looked over a place on the wall. "Could try and hang it up there?"

"Uh, sure." Leon set the painting down on the wall Richard told him, and began to leave. "Just let me go find a hammer and a nail real quickly."

Leon decided to run quickly for what he needed instead of walking, since he didn't want to mess with Richard's patience. Once he reached the main living room, he tried to figure who to probably go ask about the nails and hammer. There was both Gary and Chris to ask, but Gary was the one who dealt with nailing fences for the garden so he went into the kitchen to look if Gary was there, since he usually hanged out in there.


All he saw was one maid looking for something in the fridge. He couldn't see her face since she was looking real close into the fridge.

"Uh, have you seen Gary around anywhere?" Leon asked, trying to see if she could see her face.

"He's outside." She said as she stood up straight, Leon recognizing the back of her head. "I think he's in the gar— . . ." She then turned around, and Leon knew who she was already. "den. . . ."

Leon smiled at his sudden discovery.

"Rebecca?" He was more happy than shocked actually. "So you're the new maid, right?"

Rebecca smiled back. "Yeah, I just got done with my first couple of tasks. Oh, how Carey's a total bitch."

"Who, my mom?" Leon laughed. "Yeah, it's normal, she doesn't like maids because of something to do with the low life and being poor, look, I don't know. You know, stuff like that."

"Your mom, hmm? Sorry, but I just had to speak my mind." Rebecca answered. "But other than that, this job's not as bad."

"This is great!" Leon walked up to her. "Now we can hang out all we want in here, that is, whenever you're not working."

"I know, though it could have been better if Jill and Claire would have come along, too, don't you think?"

"You've got a point there." Leon leaned on the counter near him. "But you'll be able to see them at the club. After 10:30 you guys are done working for the day and basically have the entire night to yourselves."

"Well," Rebecca gave that a thought and looked at the soda can she had grabbed without thinking from the fridge. "I guess you are, right. Besides no matter how many things they do that aren't aloud, they're still not going to get kicked out unless they themselves ask for it and are ready."

". . . . So is that a yes?" Leon said.

Rebecca rolled her eyes and sighed as she opened the soda. "Sure, I'll go, and maybe I'll want to bring Cindy along. I'd like her to meet Claire and Jill."

"Then talk to her when you can and come by my room. I'll take you guys with me."

"But, Leon," Rebecca frowned a little. "This house is so big I don't even know where is where and what floor I'm in. And it's all right; we can find a way to get there."

"Don't worry about that. Cindy will tell you where I am and you'll get used to this place after a few weeks." Leon then quickly noticed Rebecca's frown and figure something. "Or is the fact that someone else living under this roof is bothering you?" Leon teased.

"No!" Rebecca said defensively, and then blushed a little. "Look, I'm sure I won't let myself be taking away into bed by your asshole cousin, alright?" Rebecca tried her best to keep up her anger, because she herself knew she was lying to him, and to herself aswell.

"Wow, potty mouth, much?" Leon laughed. "Look I'll see you at the club tonight then. Right now, though, I really need to go find Gary."

Rebecca nodded and sat down on one of the stools near the center counter.


"Hey, Richard!" Billy walked in Richard's room and greeted him. "How's Canada been for you? And why also the "hidden" room?"

"They're both peaceful." Richard replied plainly. "Though peaceful does get boring after some time, I still prefer to be alone."

"I hear you, and now that we're on that, do you want to come with me and Leon to the club tonight? Come on, it'll be fun."

"What for? I'm sure I'll just bore you guys with me being on a wheelchair."

"Oh, come on, Richard. Don't be that way. It'll be just like the good old times. Like before you left. . . . Before you were on this wheelchair. . . . Before—"

"—Melissa died?" Richard glared at him. "No, Billy! I'll never get to be as happy like I was with Melissa."

Billy remained quiet for a little, he realized the painting Richard had drawn of Melissa a long time ago sat leaning on a wall. The picture still remained faceless and blank. " . . . . Look, Richard, I really didn't mean it like that."

"No, Billy, it's my fault, I overreacted." Richard placed his hand over his face. "I mean you're just trying to invite me to go have fun with you guys but I'm just ruining it by taking it too far."

"It's alright; I'll just try another day." Billy walked slowly towards the door. "Besides you just settled in and you're probably tired from the flight here."

"You're right." Richard sighed. "Another day."

Billy nodded and left.

Richard waited a few minutes, and then quickly stood up from his wheelchair and quickly went to a bag, in which he took out some old clothes and other things. Once Richard found it he quickly headed for the pillow and his it under the pillow.

He stayed silent for a little bit, making sure he heard no one coming and then took his seat back in the wheelchair. After Leon finally came and left after putting up the painting, Richard would decide to sneak out for some air. After all, making everyone think he was very hopeless in this wheelchair made a good impression that he wouldn't go anywhere, and that was good.

If they ever got to discover this of Richard, he wouldn't know how to explain it, but for now, that didn't really matter.

All he needed now was for Leon to hurry up, and then he'd go for a walk.


So I'll still be on hiatus till the end of this month. If I find time to do a chapter, I will and post it once it's done. QUICK AN: So if you think you're putting together a few clues on the mystery of the child, you get a cookie! But the mystery is sadly, just a side detail in this story, meaning, there's more... "pam pam PAM". So do keep reading whenever I post up the next chapter, since this one was short, I'll try to write out the next one quickly, but do keep in mind I'm still on hiatus, but hang in there! Reviews are highly appreciated!