Angela woke up as if she wasn't asleep at all. Her mood was indescribable and quite peculiar. An expression that represented the well known phrase, 'Fuck my life'.
"Snap out of it, idiot. He just complimented you, why the hell are you getting so worried?" Angela tried to convince herself.
"Just avoid him...yeah...that would work."
With false hope Angela stood up to start her day. Looking at the clock and calender, it was 7 o'clock, Sunday. No office so she had plenty of time to stay in her room...more like avoid Ryan. The master's weren't home so the situation, was in her favour.
Rinnnng
"Hey, cupcake. Your old man here. Still in good shape." Came a familiar voice.
"Hahahha. Hey, daddy. How have you been? It's always good to hear from you." Angela said excitedly. Her mood became normal, suddenly
"Im in shape and you shouldn't worry because I will be back in about 10 days, give or take."
"REALLY??!! That is so good to know. I miss you so much." Angela said in high spirit.
"I miss you, too. So I get it, you've gotten used to working there, eh? Hope you've become fond of the family and the reason why youre there." Curiosity filled Bernard's mind.
"Yes, Dad. I like it here. The family is treating me too good and I respect them for that. I didnt know you worked for such people, Dad."
"Well, you get used to it, I'm glad you're having fun. So...any trouble? Not facing any sort of problem, are ya?"
Angela stopped her movement for a second. "Problem". She remembered how Ryan has been teasing and annoying her since day 1 but it seemed childish to bring it up, not to mention, her father working so hard to sort out a solution for a certain problem and now he has to listen to this as well. It was for the best to keep quiet and deal with it on her own.
"No, Dad. Everything is fine, come back soon."
"Thats my girl. It's good to hear that. But im more worried about that rascal, Ryan. If he annoys ya, like he used to annoy your old man, give 'im hell. Hahha. Tell the family, I said hello. I love you, baby." Bernard hung up.
"I love you more, Dad."
'So he annoyed my Dad, too. I guess it is normal then'
The naive girl gave her eulogy, unaware the annoyance delivered for her was different compared to Bernard's.
An hour passed and Brenda and Charles came home back.
"Good morning, Sir Charles, Mistress Brenda" Angela greeted.
"Hey, there beautiful. Did you miss us?" Brenda opened up.
"Hey, kiddo. You dont know how relieved I am to see a familiar face." Charles said throwing himself on the couch.
Angela didnt expect that. Them to come home this frustrated and tired is quite expected.
"I don't get it. Was last night that bad?" Angela asked with Curiosity.
"Youre not gonna believe it. Ughhhh" Brenda sat down "Honey, promise me, we're not going to visit them ever again." Brenda said breathing hard in ...exhaustion?
"You dont have to tell me twice."
"May I set the table? Breakfast is ready." Angela asked politely, understanding their condition.
"Ohh, yes. Im starving." Brenda said whilst her eyes were still closed.
Angela turned around but was stopped by Charles.
"Kiddo, wait." Angela stopped. "Could you go and wake up that idiot, Ryan. He has something of importance to carry out for me."
"W-w-wake h-h-him u-up?!" Angela shivered.
"Yeah, and here's my Phone. Take the charger from him and charge my phone too. That idiot has the charger all the time." Charles said, unaware of the confused and frightened tone of Angela because of his exhaustion.
Angela nodded slowly and turned around to gather her thoughts. She has to go and wake up Ryan. Like go in his room and stay there with him until he is awake. Alone there. With a small space to crawl out of. The guy who called her attractive not so long ago. Shivers rang down her spine by just thinking about it. Her heart skipped a bit and wasnt slowing down.
'Have to go now...now or never. Now or never. Now or never.' Angela was scared admittedly.
Angela stood outside her room and stood before opening the door. She felt sick in her stomach, thinking if this was a joke. But it was ordered by Charles himself, why would he wanna joke with her?
Sighing hard, she opened the door to see a quite spacious room. To the left of her was a brownish, wooden study table with a small lamp and many filed stacked above one another in both ends symmetrically, with a wheeled chair set neatly between the table. Moving across, there was a door. Bathroom, obviously. To the left of it was a light yellow colored closet with no posters. Then came a 72 inch plasma T.V attached firmly to a trolly with gaming console on its middle with a laptop. And finally to the right was a masterbed with a shirtless white asshole laying on his back.
Angela did notice the details his room while cleaning but she never paid much attention. Ryan didnt live dirty, it was quite the contrary. Angela slowly walked toward the bed to prevent making any noise. What? Wont that defeat the whole purpose? Angela's mind wasnt working. She reached the side and saw Ryan who was facing to the right, lying on his back. She extended her hand but it was shaking too much. It wasnt stopping, she was nervous, Alright. Her eyes set on his muscular back which had cuts on his sides. For a second, Angela blushed but wasnt aware of it. Reaching forward, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, she touched Ryan. A surging shiver ran through her whole body as if she was electrocuted.
"Mmmm, who is it?" Ryan said sleepishly.
"Ohh, S-S-Sir R-R-Ryan...Y-y-youre father is calling you." Angela sounded scarred.
"Whaat?" Ryan said, slowly getting up from his bed and sitting up.
As Ryan looked to the right he saw a frozen girl who was awkwardly looking here and there. It was Angela. He recognised her in the first 5 seconds and as he did, he grinned.
Angela couldn't even reply back because of that horrible grin. It was making her nervous. Even her mind couldn't believe it. But now she has woken him up so she has to pick up the charger and get out ASAP.
"Y-y-youre awake. I-i-i must leave."
Angela quickly turned around to pick the item she needed from the side table and turned around to exit but as she did Ryan was standing right infront of her with an evil smirk.
Angela again stood frozen by the sight of Ryan. He was standing so his frontal body was visible. She saw nothin but perfection. Noticing his bulky, chiseled chest, side cuts, six pack abs and thick biceps and wrist veins. Angela didn't anticipate this. She was shocked to see such a body. Her mind went blank, eyes widened heart beated ten times faster and blood rushed to her cheeks.
Still holding the same sinister grin Ryan started to step forward.
"Was it really wise to come here in MY room? Alone? With me still being here?"
"If you wanted to wake me up couldnt you have knocked hard on the door? Threw water at me? Instead of being, again...so innocent?" Ryan continued.
'Oh, crap! Why the hell didnt I do that? Ughh this is bad!'
"I-i-i-im r-r-r-regretting it now." Angela spoke weakly.
Ryan started to move forward but slowly. With each step Ryan took Angela stepped back.
"W-w-why...a-are you coming close?"
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't?" Ryan whispered.
Angela couldnt think of anything. She was nervous enough as it is.
'His voice! He sounds so se--stoppp! Youre in trouble and youre enjoying this, Angela? Stop!'
The distance kept on reducing and eventually, Angela's back hit the wall making a small noise. She had nowhere to go and worse, Ryan was not stopping. She looked up to face him, looking into his eyes.
'why isnt he stopping?!'
Ryan came closer and closer, placing his hand on the wall, at the right side of the scared maid's head. His head still a bit far.
"My room, my spot, my privacy, my area. You've invaded it, don't you think you deserve some punishment, beautiful?" Ryan whispered slowly as his head moved forward leaving a very tiny gap between their heads.
Ryan closed his eyes, puckered his lips and reduced the distance.
'WHAATTT?! WHAT IS HE DOING?! WHY IS HE CLOSING HIS EYES?! WHY IS HE MAKING THAT LIP?!God, Someone help me from this man'
Angela lost hope and closed her eyes with her mouth left open. She had nothing else to do but wait until the bastard stops this.
"Forgot my towel." Ryan whispered in her ear, waking her up.
She saw a towel in his hand which she realised was on the side table. Ryan stepped back and chuckled before going to the bathroom.
Angela stood frozen in her postion, her heart pounding, flustered and nervous as a chihuahua. Breathing hard, she looked into the abyss, thinking "What the hell just happened?" she couldn't believe this had happened. Ryan didnt kiss her but he came close and gave her a heart attack almost. Nothing could be done, she touched her head.
'Was i sweating?'
Angela never felt like this and hadnt experienced this before. Still she couldnt understand what was he doing. This was just so annoying for her.
Leaving his room, she went to charge the phone and inform his parents that he was coming.
"Angela? You okay? You look creeped out." Brenda observed the young adults moving pace.
"Huh? Oh...No, im fine. Thank you."
Brenda and Charles looked at each other, noticing the strangeness.
"Hey, parents. Wassup?" Ryan passed Angela suddenly.
Angela saw him and felt nothin but fear.
Angela nodded and went to her quarters.
Brenda had no idea what happened and was concerned about Angela. But she was hoping it was just a bad memory that caused this behaviour.
Angela looked in the mirror. Blankness across her face. It is enough. It was first a joke but now its not funny anymore. She knew what she had to do and it was plain simple ignorance.
"Just ignore and ignore, Angela. " Angela smiled to herself, reassuring herself in the process.
Ryan's soo gonna regret that.