RHTMAV) Chapter 1 Part 2 (Patreon)

A familiar sound rang in my ears. A sound I have heard many, many times before. It was my alarm clock back when I was living in the mansion. The maid’s quarters, to be exact.

I sat up, trying to catch my bearings. I looked down at my hands to see that they were no longer covered in blood. They were as clean as they ever could be except for the few callous from working around the house.

“Wretched girl how are you still sleeping! Get up and sweep the front stoop before you leave for school!” A voice I knew all too well rang out as my door swung open. This woman was not someone my mother had hired but the head maid in charge of the other maids. A manager, if you will.

I looked at the middle-aged woman who was staring back at me as if I was the most disgusting thing in the world and narrowed my eyes. How many times was I hit by this woman? How many times had she dragged me out of bed, even when I was sick, to go clean something up?

“What? You dare look at me like that!?” I just stared at the woman, whom I only knew the first name of. Her name was Marget, and she thought of herself as someone high and mighty just because she could treat me as she wished due to getting permission from those bastards. She had a bad attitude and thought abusing me was the most amusing thing in the world.

I watched as Marget stomped towards me in a huff and reached out towards me. It was then that I realized something was off. Her movements became so slow it was as if time had slowed to almost a stop, and before I realized what I was doing, I had already grabbed her outstretched hand, flipped out of my bed, twisting my body and her arm in the process and landing behind her right as time sped up again and she let out a shrill scream as if she were a pig.

Everything I did happened so quickly that I had no time to even comprehend anything I had just done, but I knew one thing was for sure, and that was I now had this woman under my control. What I found strange was my strength. I do not know if what I had experienced was just a long dream or what, but right now, I know for a fact that the me from my dream and before I went to sleep, to the me now, there was a huge difference. I could never hold this woman down even if I used all my strength before but now. I was doing it with ease.

“Ahhh! You little bitch let me go! I will tell the Madam about this!” Marget howled. She still thought she could threaten me with that bitch. Which I found funny.

“I am sorry but there is only one madam of this house and that is me.” I twisted a little bit harder before shoving the woman to the side, making her fall face-first on the floor. I then walked barefooted out of the room and straight up the stairs. The first thing on my list of things to do was to take my room back. The room that belonged to me, to begin with. There were plenty of rooms in this house. There is no reason for me not to have a normal room.

I walked straight upstairs and opened the door to my old bedroom to see a pink princess-style bed with a pink lace canopy sitting in the middle of the room. I walked over to it to see my so called step sister, still sound asleep. I sneered at the fact that this bitch was allowed to sleep while I had to wake up early to do chores.

I know I should take time to actually comprehend my situation, but before I lose the courage I have built up, I will be damn sure to take my room back. I reached out, grabbed the sleeping girl by her ankle, and pulled hard!

“Ahh! What!? Noelle what the hell are you doing!?” My step-sister Maria cried out as her whole body slammed onto the floor. I did not stop there. I continued to drag her by her foot and marched towards the door while she kicked and screamed. “You bitch let me go! Mom! Mom! Dad! This bitch is rebelling!”

“What is going on here!?” My stepmother Linda rushed into the room just as I was about to reach the door and stared at me in horror. “What are you doing to your sister!?”

“Sister?” I scoffed. “What sister kicks her sister out of her own bedroom? Which mother forces a daughter to live in the maid quarters? From this moment on if this room is not returned to me I will be going to the news stations and reporting the years of abuse. I will then find a lawyer who is willing to let me take back everything that belongs to me. Remember, this house is mine. The company is mine all of it!”