His Possession

Emma

Oh god! Why did this happen to me?! Out of every girl here he chose me to go with him?!

Emma didn’t know what to do at that time, she didn’t want to go with him.

“Son, are you sure it is her you want to take? I mean she is very young and new, the other maids are more experienced than her honey, why don’t you choose someone else,” Emma was silently praying that Alexander will listen to his mother.

“My decision is initial mom. I chose her and that’s final,” her legs were trembling. She didn’t know how long she’d be able to hold herself.

“But you should ask her as well. What if she doesn’t want to leave?” He looked at Emma and said, “Then she will lose her job,” he said and left without saying another word.

Emma looked at Martha hoping that she could help in some way. But, her eyes didn’t even meet Emma’s. She just avoided her.

She felt someone’s hand clutching hers. She looked beside and saw Venessa who gave her an apologetic look and a sad smile.

“I’m sorry, Emma. I don’t know what my son is up to. But, don’t be scared, okay? His house doesn’t have that much work to do as he’s the only person living there, and there will be other workers too. So, don’t be scared, okay?” Mrs. King said and smiled at her. Emma cracked a small smile and nodded her head. But him living there alone was scarier.

“I’ll talk to Alexander and tell him to give you a few days to pack your stuff and to let you spend some time with your friends here,” she said and left. It was a bit relieving and she hoped Alexander p would allow that.

She didn’t want to lose her job. Miss Garcia’s financial situation was not yet stable, and her losing the job would be a big issue.

“Okay girls, get back to work,” Martha ordered. The girls obeyed and started to do their daily chores.

God knows what kind of tasks master will give me in his house.

The thing that scared her most was what if he tried those things with her again? That thought was whirling in her mind. Her hands were shaking. Every passing minute was hell for her. She wished something would happen and Alexander would change his mind.

But of course, as always her fate wasn’t with her that time too. Sighing, she began to do her chores as usual.

As Mrs. King said that there will be other workers too in his house so, it will not be so bad there because if I’m always around people, he can’t assault me like that again.

Emma said to herself, comforting her scarred mind. She knew it wouldn’t help but at least she had to be strong. She couldn’t work like that forever, she decided if he tried something like that again she would leave the job. She just couldn’t work like that.

The Kings paid her $400 a week, she was aware that it was a great amount of money and she always sent more than half the money to Garcia and kept the rest of the money to herself as emergency material. Because she knew that Garcia needed the money for her medicines and the bills. Emma wished she could earn more and help her with her business too and maybe… maybe start her school again.

Emma always loved to study. She wanted to be more educated so that in a few years she could get an ample job in a good company. But, the most important thing for her was her education. Miss Garcia always told her one thing.

“Honey, education is the most important thing in our life. A poor knowledgeable person is wiser than a rich illiterate person.”

She was done with her duty in the kitchen and took a seat on a chair that was settled in the kitchen. She was worn out that day, from the tasks she got and also from the news that they all received from Alexander… I should ask Martha if master has agreed to give me some time…

“Emma?” She heard a voice calling her. She stood up from the chair and turned around.

“Oh yes, Venessa?”

“Are you okay?” She questioned, coming toward Emma. Her eyes showed worry.

Emma smiled softly at her and nodded her head. “Yes, I’m fine please do not fret.”

Venessa looked pleased with her answer and smiled. “That’s great. I thought you were still agonizing over master’s decision,” Emma looked down, unable to reply to her anymore.

Yes, it was true I was worried about that.

“Hey Emm, don’t worry too much okay? It’s the same. You used to work here and now you are going to work at master’s house, at least you are not going far away. Master’s house is just miles away from this house. Just… he is strict I know. But, he wouldn’t notice everything in his house. Besides that, I heard that just like Martha another woman is working for him, who handles the workers and maids. So, I’m sure you will have a nice guide,” she gave Emma an assuring smile.

Emma said nothing but gave her a little assuring smile. “I’m not worried, Venessa. I’m just upset that I will lose a good friend like you,” her voice showed her sorrow.

Venessa approached and embraced her tightly and pulled back, saying. “I will miss you a lot, Emma. Hopefully, I can contact you through calls and texts. I’m sure we can talk in between our busy schedules.”

“I will miss you too. I hope the same.”

“Why don’t we exchange numbers? I don’t think I have your number,” she frowned.

“Yeah sure. But, my phone is not a great one…” She interrupted. “Oh come on! Don’t worry about that. At least, we can contact each other. Let’s go to your room real quick and exchange our numbers. Come on, no one is here now, we will be quick,” she pulled her out of the kitchen and went towards her room. This girl would be the death of me!

“O-oh wait, Vanessa. We have a lot of work to do, why don’t you write it down on paper?”

Venessa rolled her eyes and said, “C’mon, it would only take a few minutes,” Emma didn’t tell anyone about the phone that Ethan gave her, she thought they might take it the wrong way.

When they got into her bedroom, Emma sighed and began to look for it but couldn’t find it anywhere.

“What’s wrong?” Venessa questioned. “I don’t know where I kept my phone…”

“Don’t worry, let’s look for it,” she began to look for it in the other bags and drawers. Emma couldn’t remember where she kept it, she hoped it wasn’t lost.

“Oh my god, Emma!” Emma flinched at her sudden outburst. “What’s wrong?”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She took out the phone that Ethan gave Emma and was holding it with shock written on her face. “Is that your phone?!”

“N-no, not really,” she stuttered. “Not really? Oh my god, Emma. This is such a cool phone. How did you get it? I mean it looks expensive,” Emma sighed and told her everything.

Her expression was once again a mixture of shock and amusement.

“So you are saying master Ethan aka master Alexander’s cousin gave you this phone? Wow! You didn’t even tell me about it,” Venessa pouted, making Emma giggle.

“I’m sorry, Venessa everything happened so swiftly I couldn’t tell you,” after that, they exchanged their numbers and went back to work. Venessa didn’t stop blabbering about how cute Ethan was for being Emma’s friend and offering his phone. Emma rolled her eyes every time at her. She was still against that. The gift was so expensive, it was really hard for her to accept it like this. She didn’t see Ethan, if she did she would for sure let him know that she was leaving the house.

She was cooking lunch for the Kings among the other two maids helping her. She was chopping the vegetables and the other two were doing other tasks but they were gossiping more than doing their task. Emma sighed thinking she might have to prepare all the food alone because those two didn’t seem so attentive.

“Silence girls, do your job, you guys can talk later,” hearing Martha’s strict voice, both of them went quiet. Emma turned and called her.

“Yes, honey?” She queried. “Martha, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, sweetie go ahead,” she offered Emma a smile. “Martha, d-did Mrs. King tell you anything about Master’s decision?” Emma questioned her, hoping that she would get the answer she was expecting.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry I don’t know yet. Ma’am didn’t tell me anything. Why don’t you go to her and ask her by yourself? I’m sure she will understand you,” Emma nodded her head. She is right, I should do that.

She said to herself. She decided to talk to her after lunch.