Chapter 3

   ' Sweetie always remember that mommy will always love you'

    

 'Of course mommy, I know that you love me and I love you so much very much'

    

'Mommy loves you the most' 

    

 'I love you the most too mommy!'

    

' Madison, be a good girl. You can do it, right?'

    

 'Of course mommy. Madison will do her best to be a good girl'

    

' That’s my sweetie'

    

    

    

    'Wait mommy where are you going?'

    

    

    'I will leave you'

    

    

    'Mommy?'

    

    

    'You are a good girl, right? You can live without mommy right?'

    

    

    'No mommy! What are you talking about?'

    

    

    'I love you sweetie'

    

    

    'Mommy no! Don't leave me, mommy! Wait!'

    

    

 The sound of the alarm clock echoed all over the room which is the reason why I woke up from the dream. I wiped my eyes only to find a sticky area down to my cheeks that is attached to my face.

Did I cried again?

To my surprise, the door opened revealing a servant. She is wearing a maid's outfit. Is she one of the people who work in this house?

 “My lady, you are already awake. Would you like to take a bath or a shower?”

    

Just as I thought, she’s a servant.

    

"I would like to take a warm shower'

 "Very well,  I shall ready the bathroom"

    

    

 I nodded in response and just look at her.  Walking her way to the closet, she revealed a small bag gown and a dress who is placed on the cabinet.  So she did ready the things that I will use beforehand. 

I didn’t bother looking at her and just let myself wipe the dried tears on my face. That dream... I wonder why I had that dream again. I also wonder why I never cried when I was awake.  It would be good to see myself crying.

    

The last time I cried was ages ago.  The very first time that my mother cried because of my father.

 It was a cold night for it is snowing outside.  I can clearly remember how my father pour the cold water into the fireplace.

' You never listen to me.  You act as if you know everything. Now let's see what you can do if you’re left alone in this cold room on such a cold winter night'

 The door shut close as my father locked the room.  My mother was still inside,  she was left in that cold place. 

    

    

'Marriano opened the door!'

    

' You deserve it Miranda'

    

 I can hear how the loud bang on the door echoed in the hallway. My father put the keys in his pocket, to not let anyone have the power to open that door.

' Father open the door'

 'Shut up you brat'

' Marriano you can't do this to me'

    

 'Well then, I just did'

    

 Holding a small brown teddy bear in my arms,  it fell to the ground as soon as I ran towards the direction of where my mother is locked on. I can hear how she cried for she is right behind that door.

 'Mom,  are you alright?'

 I can hear how my mother sob in tears. How I hated my father for doing that to my mother.  I don’t know what was the reason why they quarreled like that but the only thing that I am sure of is that my mother isn't happy about being inside that cold empty room.

    

    

' Mom don’t worry I will get some help. I will beg Father to open the door’

    

' No sweetie don’t do it, he would just hurt you'

    

    

 'But mom it is cold inside, there is no fire in it. I saw father pour something to make the fire run out.  Also, it is very cold outside and even inside, it still is.  You have no jacket with you, do you?'

    

 My mother didn't answer for she doesn’t know what would be her response to me.  The only thing that she wanted to do at this moment is to not let me get worried about her. 

 I was just a small little kid that time, yeah I feel helpless.  I feel as if I have no hands or feet to move on my own. 

 It was the very day that I hated my father.  He is nice, he is kind but then he sometimes does things that are beyond my understanding.

 'Sweetie mommy is alright, you don’t have to worry.

    

 'Mom you don’t have to say such things, stop lying I know you are.

    

 I hold the door that is separating me from my mother.  If I can only shatter this door, I would do it.  But I have no power to do so.  I am not a married child who knows anything but writes and sings…

 That night, the only thing I did was to wait outside the door with my eyes crying nonstop.  I feel so tired as if all the water in my body rushes out from my eyes.

 And that was the last day I ever cried,  I saw how my mother act when I show her my swollen eyes. 

'My lady,  the bath is ready'

 I nodded my head as a response to the maid. 

    

     Things have been so stressful lately.  Maybe a good shower would be nice.

    

 I let myself feel the warm water rushing down from my head, down to my feet. 

 It is indeed refreshing to take a shower first thing in the morning.

 I wonder why I don’t feel uneasy sleeping and taking a bath in this house.  I find it funny that I have no sense of danger in every place I go.  Maybe that is because I don’t feel like my home is a home for me?  Maybe that is why.

 After taking a shower, I went out and look at the closet.  To my surprise, the dress that was hanging on there was gone.  Looking at the bed, it was well tidied up.  The dress was also lying on top of it. 

How nice of her.

 I look at the dress and you can still see the tag on it.  I thought it was already used but to my surprise, it was a brand new dress.  Did Gavin bought this for me?  Well, I bet not.

    

 I think he is a guy who has many dresses in his mansion for he slept with many other women.  My eyes narrowed as I saw a small note on the box that looks as if it was her phone.

Dear Wife,

    

You have no other belongings with you, if I may say. So make good use of it.

    

-Your husband, Gavin

I can't help but let a scowl be seen on my face. He is a real flirt. Isn’t he?

I wear the dress and went outside. I just comb my hair and didn’t put an ornament on it. I am a little grateful that he also offered me a comfortable pair of sandals. If not, my feet would bleed from wearing that heels.

“My lady, the breakfast is now ready”

“Sure”

    

    We are on our way to the dining hall. This place is indeed wide. Does he live here alone?

    

    

    "Can I ask something?"

    

    

    "Yes madam?"

"This place is truly... large. right?"

The maid nodded her head. She was just leading me to the dinning area but we have been walking for a short while. With that said, this place is not a house but a mansion. Compared to our manor, you can truly see the different of our life to his. 

Just how rich is he? 

"Does he lives here alone?"

    

"Ah, you mean Master Gavin?"

"Yes"

Is there anyone living here other than him?

"He barely went home... madam"

Hmm, so she mean to say that, this big mansion doesn't even have a human who lives in it? How about the maids? Surely they live in here. Right?

"That is also why this mansion is always quiet. With Master not using the whole place, there are barely housechores that we maids can do"

"So you don't live in here?"

 She shakes her head as an answer.  Ah, how I hate my thoughts. I am always wrong. 

    "That room over there. Why does it have chains around it?"

    

    

    

    "Um...  Madam that room..."

    

    

    "That room? What?"

    

    

    You can see the hesitation in her face. As if she is thinking about whether she would answer my question or not. 

    

    

    "That room is beyond your limits"

    

    

     I was so surprised to hear his voice. Especially when his tone sounds as if I said something that annoys him. 

    

    

    "Gavin"