Chapter 2
Fuming, I start shoving things into my shabby, battered suitcase. I barely have anything to put in, an old apron, 2 torn dresses and 1 new one (from Aunt) plus a pair of battered sandals and a stuffed teddy with the head hanging on by a single thread. It's night and faint snores rise from the house. Faint? Who am I kidding, aunt can snore like a pig with it's life depending on it.Excitement yet anxiety washes over me as I tiptoe down the creaking stairs. Every noise sends shivers down my spine. I gingerly grab the doorknob and I'm about to open the door when a familiar voice behind me chuckles. "You think you can escape that easily?" Jimmie. Anger boils up in me again and my eyes bubble with hatred as I stare at him. "Go to bed you spoilt brat! What's it to you if I run away? Just one extra plate to share your precious food with!" His face is a complete mask, except for that pompous smirk baring his pearly white teeth. "Yeh, but it also means losing a comedian! I mean, your pretty amusing!" I feel like slapping him. "How much more amusing will you find me if I do this?" My heart thuds, this is my only chance.
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Using all my energy, I barge past the door and into the cool night air. A strong breeze slaps me across the face, stinging my cheeks, but I still carry on. Suddenly, I'm knocked to the ground by something hard, heavy and warm. My breath is cut short and I realise I've fallen into- A PILE OF DUNG! "JIMMIEE!" I roar. Jimmie chuckles, "Now that is amusing! Don't get how this proves that your not a disastrous, amusing wreck!" I jab him hard in the ribs. He landed on top of me, so he's safe from all the digested food on the floor. I grab a pile of dung, and throw it at him like a snowball. He looks so surprised it's funny and I start to laugh. He grits his teeth, "At least I smell as bad as you do now! Don't ever do that again!"
Giggling, I throw another pile at him. "I'm all dare!" His face turns into a smirk and he grabs my slim waist and throws me head first into a mixture of mud and shit. The smell is revolting and churns my stomach. "Thing is, so am I!" "I never dared you to do anything!" I whine and soon we're having a mud fight. We both land panting on the floor, gazing up at the stars. "How did I end up here having a dung-fight? Only with you Sofia, only with you." It feels nice to have someone calling me by something other than servant101#. I relish the moment.
"Well, just to let you know, It's not like I've had a dung fight before so it's kinda only with you rather than me!" He gives a husky chuckle that creates goose bumps in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, his lips are crashed onto mine and he's kissing me passionately and forcefuly. This is too much. I try to push him off but he doesn't budge. It brings back all the memories of the revolting master, his horrible family, those drunk men at night. I hate this. All these memories have scarred me and bruised me. I will never be able to take a man's touch ever again. Plus he already has a girlfriend, I won't be some whore he can play with behind her back!
Tears blur my vision as I pull his dark hair, causing him to gasp and his grasp loosens. Taking this as an advantage, I push him off me and run for all my life. Someone grabs my wrist and I turn around to face that person. Jimmie. His hair is wild and his eyes are sorry. "Don't run away!" "Your just like everyone else! You think I'm just a toy!" His face looks hurt. "Look, just come in, their are wolves out there."
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