I woke up that morning and the woman from last night was standing in my doorway just staring at me. Her pink lips were pursed in the same way they were last night when she invited herself into my master's house and her brows were knit together. It was a strange facial expression to say the least and I didn't know how to go about it so I just stared back until she broke the silence herself.
"How long have you been here?" She asked, genuinely curious to know.
"Almost two months, ma'am."
"Mmmmmh... That's nice... You must be extremely well behaved..." She mused causing me to become aware that she also knew about my new master's long list of murders. "Just don't step out of line." She continued in a way that seemed like a taunt but I refused to believe it was because she had the most unreadable face. "What I mean is know your place and stay there, for your own sake at least." Was that a threat or advice? I picked the latter because she said it so nonchalantly, it couldn't possibly be a threat, she was just keeping me out of trouble. At least that's what I hoped she was doing.
"Okay..." Was all I could think of as a reply and upon saying that, she walked up to me and offered me her hand to shake.
"Good. You may call me Amelia."
"I'm Jamaica." I replied as I took her slender hand in my own. She hand a grip so firm, I thought she was trying to hurt me. I even questioned whether my hand could survive her and her crazy powerful hand. When she finally let go because she noticed me wince, moving my fingers hurt and I just wished they were numb instead.
"Sorry, its a habit." She said, unfazed. "Can you fix me something to eat? I'm starving..." So straight forward isn't she...
"Yes, ma'am." I only complied because she might have been my master's lover and I was afraid of unleashing her evident bad side upon myself.
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While I made Amelia some of the eggs and bacon I never ate, she just sat in the living room and typed away on the screen of her sleek gold phone. One couldn't blame her, this place was so boring sometimes. I was done in no time and served her. She skeptically watched me set the food down on the dining table in the next room and saw her then ungracefully crane her neck as if looking for something to get me in trouble for in the kitchen.
"And you? You don't eat?" She suddenly said.
"I usually eat later in the day, ma'am..." I was so unsure of what to say to her but I was glad I told the truth.
"Nonsense, don't be silly. Grab yourself something to eat." Her dismissive tone and the manner in which she shooed me away with her hand left me no chance to say anything more than a silent "Yes, ma'am."
I really wasn't hungry and technically she wasn't my master so technically she couldn't force me to eat. But then again, the lady had the keys to the house so obviously she had some authority over me. After my pointless debate with myself, I decided to eat some eggs and bread.
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That day went on as boring and uneventful as any other but this time, I had more stuff to do and no time to myself. Amelia almost always needed me to do something for her; "Jamaica, run me a bath in Dimitri's room!", "make me a sandwich!", "wash my clothes!", "pass me the remote!", "run! I need my phone charger right now!" She went on and on and on and I was exhausted from running up and down the stairs every thirty minutes. She wasn't even my master. I thought she asked for so much because she was trying to settle in but she didn't change for the next couple of days that came, she even started asking me to make her midnight snacks. I was getting furious more and more every time I heard my own name come from her lips; my eyes would even twitch like a maniac and everything. Luckily, for some reason she hadn't called on me for almost an hour and I gladly took it as a chance to unwind and relax in a nice warm bubbly bath. I didn't need to use all the fancy stuff Amelia used to feel at ease. Once I was done, I put on the shirt and boxers I stole from master and fell asleep the minute I hit the bed.
I hadn't slept for long when the door was burst open and the devil's right hand man himself walked in. I was really hoping I would never see him again but now here he was, his massive shadow in the doorway, he didn't even need to turn on the light for me to know it was him, he just had this ominous aura to him. The crippling fear was back, meaner than ever before. I shut my eyes and hoped that if I pretended to be asleep, he would get bored and leave. However, I knew that my panicking heart and trembling body gave me away. I could hear the slow rhythmic thump of his boots on the floor and much to my dismay, it only got louder. Soon, I could feel his heavy shadow lingering over me.
"I know you're awake, Jamaica... You're terrible at lying." His deep voice held a certain emptiness that just bothered me and his hot breath burned my ears. He was so close to my face. My eyes seemed to be glued shut and I was petrified. Please don't beat me up again. Please. Please.
"Open your eyes." And I did. His electric blue eyes glowed in the darkness burning me somehow and making me cringe involuntarily. He let out a deep bone chilling growl , stood up and left the room. As soon as the door shut I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I tried to get back to sleep but I couldn't, my heart was troubled. This is exactly what I get for complaining about Amelia...
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I watched the sun rise the next morning; fear and feelings of depression kept me up all night and my chores were a welcome distraction meaning I was glad for Amelia's near constant need for attention for once. Unfortunately, I knew I had to cater to my master at some point; it was supposed to be my only purpose in life after all. Before I could bring myself to leave to kitchen and go to him I heard loud screaming. Immediately, chills ran down my spine as the lights in the kitchen flickered on and off and a gush of wind blew all around shaking hanging objects. The screeching continued and I recognised it as Amelia's and upon my realisation, I rushed to her room.
"Fucking witch! You think you can trap my by doing this to me?!" Master growled out. His voice barely recognisable and more beastly than the time I was the victim. Oh no, poor Amelia. I wanted to help but once again, fear held me captive. All I could do was stand outside the ajar door and watch the scene unravel. Master looked different, he looked more beaten up and rugged and angry. His electric blue eyes weren't blue or even their furious black. They glowed a ferocious scarlet red while blood trickled down to his sun kissed cheeks. That can't be good...
"What are you talking about! You said you knew that I was different before all this! I couldn't possibly have done this on purpose, get real." Amelia sounded wounded and distressed like her heart had just been broken. "Babe, are you okay? You're eyes are bleeding..." I could feel all her panic and emotional pain. Every single tear that she shed tugged at my heart even though she used to annoy me. However, what she said seemed to be funny to him because he let out a comical yet menacing chuckle as he slowly walked closer to her. I immediately took a step forward in an attempt to save her from whatever he was going to do but she seemed to know my intention and cast me a sharp glare out of the corner of her eye warning me not to move an inch. She knew I was watching. As if she also knew that I wasn't backing down, she secretly waved her finger towards me and I felt as though a powerful force was holding me down. Tears streamed down my face as master slowly stalked across the room closing the distance between them. I was fricking useless again! The wind grew stronger blowing my hair over my face and and the lights kept flickering. There was fear and anguish in the air and I was drowning in it. Suddenly, master roughly grabbed Amelia by the shoulders, pulled on her hair to expose her pale neck and sank his teeth deep into her. She let out a loud ear piercing scream and the whole house literally shook. After what felt like an eternity, he released her neck when she stopped screaming and the house stopped shaking. I thought he was done with her... But he wasn't. Master somehow ripped Amelia's heart right out of her chest and tossed it aside as if it was trash. The wind stopped blowing, the force holding me down was gone and the lights stopped flickering on and off; everything was dead calm. Everything except me that is. My heart was beating in my throat and I felt sick to my stomach. He killed Amelia... My heart hurt and so did my head as tears streamed down my face as my shoulders heaved up and down while I tried my best to sob quietly. I looked up again and saw a bloody face that held electric blue eyes staring right at me. I couldn't handle it, I couldn't handle him. I found the courage to move and ran to my room and locked my doors and windows as well. I should have been the one killed today... Not Amelia. It should have been me because I can't handle this guilt. She didn't deserve this. Oh god...

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