I'm a maid but my master thinks otherwise part 3 (ongoing)

Chapter 4

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I wake up with a crick in my neck and pain flaring up my spine. Memories of yesterday flood through my mind but I try to push it away as far as possible. God, if I stay in here any longer I'll suffocate. Placing on my shabby servant clothes and plaiting my hair, I run outside, embracing the warm breeze.

The sun smiles and the clouds sketch shapes on the sheet of azure blue. I smile. Doing chores in this weather would not be possible. Time to let loose and live a little. That's how I find myself sprinting across the grass, attempting cartwheels , failing, and generally having a good time.

Suddenly, "So everyone's going't da lake?" "Yes, to cool dawn and have an ol' larf, there will be all da village boys and gurls there, even Jimmie!" Gasp. "Jimmie! I adore him! Aym goin!"

I roll my eyes at the sound of that girl crushing on that arrogant fool Jimmie. I remember last night and shiver with the memory. Just forget it. Although it would be fun to go the lake! NO! You don't belong amongst them! Pausing, I dither. It would be so fun to play amongst all the children and bathe my hot body in sweet, cool water from the lake.

The longing is so strong it drives me forward, sprinting towards the cool shade of the lake. Like the girl said, there are heaps of boys and girls there, having fun and splashing about in the shimmering grey water. It forms a smile on my lips and I run towards the scenery. I shouldn't have.


"HEY! WHO'S DAH!"

"AY NEWBIE!"

"SHE'S DA RUNAWAY SLAYVE I'VE BEEN TOKIN ABAT!"

"OI! YOU!"

Oh-oh! Being known as the run away slave? That hurts. Ouch. Tears blur my vision as I try to runaway. Someone grabs my wrist and someone grabs both my legs. Two boys are holding me like I'm a skipping rope. "Let go!" I gasp and try to wriggle from their hard, bone-crushing grasp. "Ey Tom, I reckon we should-" "I agree Scott, ol' chap!" They run in the direction of the lake, with everyone cheering them on. "STOP!" I try to bite their hands. "You'll regret dat lass!" "STOP! I CAN'T SWIM! I CAN'T SWIM!"

Suddenly, they swing me back and forth and with a final swing, they throw me into the lake. Water envelopes me and bubbles sting my nose, floating up my nostrils. Laughter. I can hear it. Lots and lots of laughter. All laughing and jeering at me. That's when panic settles in. I can't swim. "Hey, wah aiint she risin to der surface?" "Scott, you clot, she said she can't swim!"

Water goes in my eyes as I thrash about, trying to crawl to the surface. The laughter has stopped now. I need oxygen. I need it now. My lungs burst for the need of oxygen as slowly, I fall deeper into the lake. Scum and seaweed get's tangled in my hair. How deep is this lake? Fighting the urge to open my mouth, I give a final push to the surface, but it doesn't work. My body's as limp as a leaf. Even limper. HELP! I scream it through the water but all I can do is gurgle. Murky water goes in my mouth. I need oxygen. I need it now. Pain. Lots of soaring pain. Vision blurred. Nose stinging. Oxygen. Water travels down my throat in heaps, scratching the sides of my throat like sandpaper. Help. The surface get's further and further away by every second. I can only just hear panicked voices from the surface, but no one can save me now. I'm too far down. Dying.

In the blink of an eye, I see movement and a dark figure swimming my way. Strong arms hug me tight and I find I'm rising to the surface again. Oxygen. OH! BEAUTIFUL OXYGEN! My head crashes to the surface of the water and I breathe in the beautiful air gratefully. Warm hands drag me towards the side of the lake and people push me onto the grass. The ladies tell the men to look away, as the material of my dress is clinging to every ounce of my body, tight as an extra skin. My thighs are in view and my small, barely there breasts are in view as the material clings to all my skin. The women usher all the boys away, although some cheekily peek.

"Luv, are you allright?"

"Of course she aiint Georgia! The poor lass is sodden wet, she almost drawned!"

Through bleary eyes, I see Jimmie. He's angry. Really angry. He charges towards Scott and Tom. "WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?" He spat. Courtney bounds towards him, pinning his arms back. "Jimmie! She aint wurf fayting for! She aint drowned. Yer wid me now!"

Jimmie gives her an angry glare, but continues to stare at the lads in disgust. Angrily, he crashes their heads together and they fall to the ground. Lifeless. Folks run their way, trying to break the fight. Courtney starts to sob. "Yer never treat me like yer lass! Haw does dis make yer look! It looks like yer's luv her, not meh!" Before running away. Jimmie's expression softens, and he runs after her.

That's when I drift to sleep.