Since the mall incidence, I have tried to avoid Taylor, I can't say the reason as to why I am doing it but I feel if I don't I am doing a mistake. It hurts both ways so it's best if I stay away. His word of me not being his slave keeps playing on my head like a broken record. How can he say that? I heard my mother, karma follow her wherever she is, say I will just be a slave to Taylor. And the last time I checked my ears were functioning correctly that day.
"She is just a gold digger I am telling you!"
I stop dead on my track. I was headed to the kitchen to eat an apple as I have been doing since I noticed they were apples in the house.
"She can't be, Taylor is just helping her and then send her back."
I hear a scoff. That's definitely me they are talking about.
"You think Taylor is that kind of person...this girl must have witchcraft him for sure."
I feel like crying. This is worse that that time I had a knife on my wrist cutting slowly, or my father being buried on my birthday. This made me feel like dying and dying and never waking up again.
"I wonder what she did to him...ever since she came all he does is treat her special and ask, did you give her food did you do this... I feel like sometimes I can put poison in her food so she can die."
I feel the first tear drop make its way to my chin.
"And the way she is ugly with those scars all over her body."
Suddenly I feel insecure. I have never hidden my scars but now I felt like hiding them.
"Leave the one on the face...have you seen her hands?"
A pause and I look at my hands.
"She has multiple cuts, she has at least tried a few times to kill herself."
I pull my shirt down until half of my paws are covered.
"If sir catches us we are fired."
That's a new voice
"Oohh don't be such a holy Joseph...we all know you like Boss Taylor just as we do and you would do anything to get him."
I took a deep breath now is not the time to be crying or feeling self pity. Do this people think I am treated special? I have to stop Taylor he has to stop treating me special. Even though he doesn't think am a slave I think I still am. I have to pay my father's debts and I won't let some stupid small maids tell me no shit.
"Okay, but we should come up with a way to get rid of her not trash talk her."
And after that silence. I got scared and I just couldn't listen to their plans. I turned already ful of the apple and went to my room.