My Life As A Maid
A.N. Migosh, it's really been a while, huh? I bet people thought I'd discontinued, but nope! I don't think I'll give up that easily! *determined face* Let's do this! So, here is the next chapter! I hope this turns out half-decently; I don't want to let people down. It's been a while and I'm a little rusty, but maybe I can struggle through this. One paragraph at a time...
Thank you to everyone who reviews too, I never actually say it but every one of them means a lot. They are lovely to read and everyone here has given me so much encouragement! Okay, I'll let you guys read now ^^"
I stumbled backwards, choking on my breath, while he watched with a piercing stare. My mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but I couldn't remember whatever it was I was going to say. In the end, I just gave a pathetic whimper.
Flippy glanced back to the door briefly and then turned back to me again. His arms hung loosely at his side, his stance casual. He didn't even look angry. In fact, he looked completely calm, his gaze serene and unwavering. But I knew there were sparks flying in that twisted mind of his.
"Cat got your tongue?" he asked with a small, but dangerous smile.
I didn't say anything. I watched expression darken.
"I'm beginning to think that you are truly deaf," said Flippy. "Maybe I'm right. Or, maybe you really are just a nervous wreck. I had my suspicions."
He smirked as if... as if we were friends. It was clear he thought we were, though. I shook from head to toe. I tried to say something, anything, but my voice failed me.
"Oh come now, Flaky," he said, growing impatient. I felt uncomfortable with him using my name after all the 'sweethearts' and 'nekos'. I shifted my feet and tried not to meet his gaze.
"You know that you can trust me," he continued, taking a step closer. I wanted to move back but the stairs were behind me and I knew I'd fall if I moved back any further.
"After all, we're best friends." With one last stride, he gripped my wrist tightly with his hand and placed the other on my shoulder. "Right? You made a promise."
"Y-Yes," I whispered.
"Good. So, what were you doing in that room?"
"I realized I-I'd never cleaned it and... And I found her..."
Flippy grinned, and I flinched at the sight of his unusually sharp teeth. They glinted under the light, like knives.
"My mother, you mean."
"Yes."
"Hm." Flippy let go of my wrist but held me firmly in place. He looked me up and down, and I tried to stand as still as possible. I couldn't stop my knees knocking together though, and the sound of my heartbeat pounded loudly in my head.
"Come on back in and I'll tell you a story."
I felt him take my hand and walk me to the room. Every piece of me was screaming to pull away, to run and never stop. But I drifted along to the door and let me lead him through, out of pure fear for what might have happened if I didn't.
We stood above the body of the poor woman, and the thoughts I'd had earlier came back in a rush. How did the woman die? Why was she kept here, and not buried? A shiver ran up my spine and I tried to steady my breathing, but it was still shaky, still uneven.
"Her name was Clarissa," said Flippy quietly. His grip on my hand tightened. I could see his jaw clenching and unclenching.
"She isn't dead long," he went on. "Just before the first maid arrived in, Giggles."
"Why is she here?" I asked in a hushed whisper.
Flippy gave me a dark glare. "Did nobody tell you what curiosity did to the cat?"
"I just-"
"Doesn't matter. I..."
He trailed off, and I saw him frown. He let go of my hand slowly, his fingers still bent when he took them away from my wrist. I took a small back when he raised a hand to the side of his head, muttering something under his breath. He cursed and rested one hand against the wall to keep his balance.
"Go away!" he hissed. "Leave us alone!"
"Flippy," I began. "I-"
"Shut up!" he snarled. His knees locked and he clutched his head in his hands. He looked like he wanted to tear his hair out from the roots. A trickle of sweat ran down the side of his forehead. I moved to take another step back and felt my foot land on the hand of the body on the floor. I flinched, lifting my foot just as Flippy pushed me hard against the wall, moving in a blur.
"Don't touch her," he whispered, his voice low. He held me against the wall for a while, staring me down. After a minute, he relaxed, but kept his grip. "Just... don't touch her."
"I-I'm sorry," I replied shakily. "I didn't know she was there."
"Sh," he stopped me. It sounded as if he meant to be gentle, but there was a hidden threat behind his tone.
He paused and gritted his teeth together. I tried to slip out under his arm, but he pinched my shoulder hard and I suppressed a cry, standing as still as I could manage. I watched as he panted, trying to keep himself in check.
"I told you to leave us alone!" Flippy shouted, sounding hysterical. He was fighting hard to push his calmer, friendlier self away. He moved away from me and clawed furiously at his hair again. I told myself to look away, but my eyes were glued to him. Any gentleman-like trait I'd ever seen in him had been wiped clean from the moment he found me up here. His behaviour confirmed it though. He really was crazy.
"F-Flippy, someone will-" I started, but he interrupted me.
"Be quiet!" he snapped. "Stop! Stop talking to me! Can't you wait one minute?"
I felt tears in my eyes and he glanced at me, eyes wide. The hand that had been clutching the side of his head dropped slowly to his side as he stared.
"Don't cry," he said softly. "Don't cry... Please"
I couldn't stop the tears streaming down my face, though. I trembled from head to toe shamelessly. He watched me with a distraught look on his face.
"Please," he whispered. "Don't cry..."
I shook my head. "You... F-Flippy... You're..."
He smacked his fist against the wall and cursed under his breath. Glaring at me from the corner of his eye, he waited for me to speak.
"What? What am I?" he asked, starting to turn back towards me.
I let out a shaky breath and started again. "Flippy. You... Y-You are insane."
A.N. And that, readers, is why I stayed away from this story. I have serious writer's block, or something along that line. It'll be a while before this is updated again, most likely... I hope you survived through that crap. Most likely, you were expecting more action. Until the next time!