Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Mariam~
While I have been the target of verbal and other forms of bullying in the past, no one has ever raised a hand to slap me till I pass out.
Jett revived me by pouring water on my face; I coughed it out.
"You are finally awake, so hurry up and make dinner for us; you wouldn't want to see us three really getting angry at you, would you?"
When he smiled at me, I wasn't sure if I should feel better or worse.
I got up and staggered to my room, where I changed clothes. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that my face was extremely red and marked with his hands.
As soon as I realised that I was crying, I wiped it off, remembering that my grandmother had told me to keep a smile on my face no matter what.
I hope that Grandma will return to save me, but I have no idea where she has gone. Hopefully she will return before things get even worse here.
I quickly showered, wore my shorts and a crop top, and hurried to the kitchen while using my hair dryer.
Since pasta was the only thing I could think of that could be prepared in time for dinner, I finished cleaning the kitchen and then got to cook like I planned for the triplets.
Jett came into the kitchen to get himself a bottle of water and I was parched as well, but I caught him staring at me for a while. Is it possible that he would be upset that I also came to get water to drink?
Does he find something about me appealing?
That's highly unlikely; I don't think he'd find me attractive enough to want to date.
No one at my old school seriously thought any guy would ever want to rape me.
“The food is almost done, so I will held over that way to now.” I told him I was leaving, but he didn't respond. I don't know what's going through his head.
It took less than thirty minutes to prepare dinner.
I poured the water and served the meal, making sure to include extra red meat because their mother had warned me not to forget it at any dinner.
I looked down the stairs several times, expecting to see them come down, but they never did.
Apparently, it was my responsibility to personally inform them that dinner was ready, but before I could do so, I caught a glimpse of their shirtless, shorts-only selves and found myself unable to tear my gaze away.
"Hey, get lost." After regaining my composure, I followed Axel's lead and went to the kitchen to get some food.
After finishing my meal in the kitchen, I went to the dining room to collect the plates and wash them, only to be called back.
"Mariam!!!"
"I'm coming." I don't know why Axel is trying to get in touch with me. So, what appears to be the issue here? I ran to his room and said, "You called me."
"You are to make copies of these notes and return them to me within two hours."
"Hey, listen, I'm just a maid who's supposed to take care of the house and make meals for you; I'm not getting paid to do your assignment."
But this reply was only in my head; after getting slapped by Diesel earlier, how could I possibly respond in such a way?
"Yes, Sir" After responding to his message, I followed his instructions and returned to my room with the book to copy the note before sending it back to him.
I got into bed and closed my eyes.
To prevent them from being the ones to wake me up the next morning, I prepared breakfast for them by waking up very early. I was all set for class and wore my uniform. After dinner, I figured one of them would drive me to school.
"Good morning, masters; I hope last night was enjoyable. There's no need to rush; breakfast is ready.” Despite my displeasure with the treatment I received, I managed to keep my smile intact.
"Listen, Mariam, I think you're getting a little too used to it here at our house. You'd better snap out of it." Diesel said to me as he walked off to get his breakfast, but that didn't stop me from smiling.
What have I done to deserve Diesel's hatred? I am aware that many people dislike me, but why does he hold the deepest animosity? Just what am I doing wrong? He shouldn't be treating me this way because I shot back at him the first day we met.
I had to hurry to clear the table and wash the dishes after breakfast because everyone was getting ready to leave for school.
I went straight back to my room to organise my notes in my little cross-body bag and checked my face in the mirror to see if the slap mark had faded. It was still there, but only noticeable to someone who was very close to me.
I ran out to find Axel getting into his grey Benz and driving off to school, and I asked, "May I join you, so we can go to school together?"
"Have you gone completely insane?" He questioned me, and since I already knew the answer was no, I let him go. Then I noticed Diesel was leaving. I took another chance, and this time it was disastrous. He is so heartless; he pushed me so hard that I got a little cut.
By the way, where is Jett, and why hasn't he left yet? Is he skipping class?
I went back inside to see if he was there, but he wasn't in the living room, so I went straight to his bedroom. I couldn't figure out how he did it, but he quickly locked the door and commented, "You took so long."
“I'm sorry, Master, but I'm confused.”
"Shhh." I wasn't happy with the way he was grabbing my ass, and he smiled as he pulled me close to him.
"Don't hurt me," I pleaded.
"You've made me really hard, but I'm not like Diesel, so I promise I won't hurt you unless you really piss me off." His lips were pressed against mine, and I experienced my first kiss.
TBC …
What will Jett do to her?
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