Abby – Chapter Ten
I teased, pressing my lips into a slight smile and raising my left eyebrow.
“Shut up,” Abigail replied in a harder tone, but the embarrassment was evident in her prominently pink cheeks.
“It’s shorter than Abigail,” she justified.
“The defensive edge isn’t necessary. Actually, I believe your nickname is rather cute.” She looked away as her cheeks darkened in shades. I couldn’t deduce if she took what I said as simply being polite, but I most certainly meant it. In fact, from that point on, I never again thought Abigail’s full name in my head.
“Will you be back?” I asked when I finished my thoughts and she still hadn’t looked up.
“Probably, but not for at least an hour.” She never took her eyes off the floor, but she spoke smoother. The reds turned back into pinks and the pinks back into the usual pale color of her cheeks.
“I can wait,” I chimed, waiting anxiously to see her eyes again.
“I will hurry,” she vowed, raising her gaze back onto me. With a swift motion, she stood on her tiptoes, kissed me goodbye, and started an awkward stroll out of the room. After that, the party seemed rather lifeless. Abby was my reason to be here, and without her being here, my reason was waiting for her to return. Waiting wasn’t very fun. Time ticked on as people danced and as I sat watching them on the sixth step of Abby’s staircase. Slowly, more and more people would head to the doors and in no time the room faded of nearly everyone but a small group of gossiping women and two men who had obviously consumed a great deal of their own beverages they managed to sneak into the otherwise non-alcoholic party. My impatience grew.
Finally, around the time the intoxicated males went to harass the circle of women, I went to harass a bit of the household help. Sauntering down the stairs, then through the halls, then into a few rooms, I finally found the kitchen. It looked tidy, which meant the clean-up had been concluded and that meant none of the maids would be found here.
I took the same route through the mansion to the dance floor just in time to catch a glimpse of the tipsy men chasing the women out the door. That meant I was the only guest left in the house, and hopefully the maids wouldn’t think of that fact as grounds for my departure.
After climbing the staircase where Abby and I sat on a few hours prior, taking the hall east, turning left twice, right once, and left again, I finally caught sight of someone. The young woman wore a maid’s outfit just like the one Alice had on earlier, but this girl was taller, and had longer hair. From what I interpreted from Abby’s rants about the other house members, I assumed this to be Madeline.
“Excuse me,” I announced in one of my more formal tones. The girl lifted her gaze from the book she was reading and gave me a hard expression.
“Can I help you?” she replied in an equally formal voice.
“Do you by chance know where Abigail is?”
“Yes,” she replied harshly.
“She’s in bed. I just saw Alice tuck her in a few minutes ago.”
“May I speak with her before she falls asleep?” Somehow, my question was a mistake. She closed her book and then closed the distance between us with a few soft strides. She stopped arms length from me, fixated on my pupils.
“You must be Miles. Nice to meet you; I’m Madeline.”
“I assumed,” I commented, dropping my formalities since her tone turned acidic.
“I would prefer you listen carefully,” Madeline began with her formalities intact.
“Abby currently is, and will be for the next five months, unable to meet with you. What you have started is irreversible until that date. Would you like me to escort you out of the building?”
“I would rather speak to Abigail about this.” I masked my confusion with more acidity than she could muster into her own words.
A smile formed on her face when she replied.
“Oh, I don’t think a conversation with Abby is possible right now.” My patience was thinning.
“Abigail mentioned her return would take an hour, and it’s been two and a half since then. If you refuse to allow my clearance to Abby’s room, take me to someone who has more authority than you do.” Something hit a nerve. Her face burned with utter confusion, even though everything I said was explained very clearly. I couldn’t make sense of the situation and apparently neither could she. But finally, after a long moment of complete silence, she walked past me and motioned for me to follow. Of course, I trailed behind.
Twists and turns through all the massive hallways seemed to take us nowhere. All the walls and the doors and the tiles were identical. I couldn’t keep track of our location.
“So, what are you reading?” I asked in attempt to cut the tension, referring to the book in her left hand.
“Cinderella,” she responded, obviously putting forth no effort in altering the atmosphere as I had done.
Unfortunately for her, I didn’t care that she didn’t want to talk.
“Why are you reading that? You don’t peg me as a girl who enjoys fairy tales.”
“I suppose I see a relation; the domestic outcast that is required to do all the household chores, while the blood relatives to the property owner get pampered. However, my happy ending seems distant.”
“You’re jealous of Abigail?” I asked, not bothering to hide the sincere interest in my voice.
“Jealous isn’t the right word,” Madeline replied under her breath.
“Abby doesn’t realize what she has, or had I should say. She doesn’t deserve special treatment if she can’t appreciate it.” I tried to interject, but my inhale was interrupted by Madeline’s knock on one of two very large doors that stood in front of us. I hadn’t noticed our approach to them; I was too engrossed in the conversation.
The door she knocked on creaked open eerily and I followed Madeline in. The room was very large, a bright red carpet beneath our feet and two rows of equidistant marble pillars rose to the high ceiling on each side of us. At the very end of the hallway, in front of the small set of five stairs, stood a tall, short brown haired man with a very confident expression. Approaching him nearly drove me to intimidation, but I knew the confidence was as evident on my face as I was on his.
“And you must be Miles,” the man spoke loudly as I stopped ten feet away. His voice was very strong, but not at all aggressive. It was apparent he expected obedience.
“I am, Sir,” I boldly answered, performing a small bow as a sign of respect.
“I’ve heard a bit about you, and I must wonder what brings you here tonight.”
“To see Abigail, of course,” I stated with as much politeness as I could manage. It was harder than expected to point out the obvious to someone who was obviously being sarcastic, but not at all rhetorical.
“Well, I’m sorry but Abigail is in bed for the night. Perhaps you’ll have better luck next month.”
“I don’t honestly think I could wait an entire month,” I pressed.
“Is that so?” His expression faded to a frown.
“Well, I’d recommend a room for you for tonight, but we’ve established a policy against overnight visitors. You may try again tomorrow if you’d like.”
“Something tells me it wouldn’t matter when I came back.” I felt the formalities slipping away.
“You’re wise,” the man complimented me, forming a smile.
“I refuse to leave this building without either speaking to Abigail or receiving a plausible explanation why the first request isn’t possible.”
“Abby is in trouble,” he man stated simply.
“We have a specific set of rules all members of this household must follow, and Abby broke one of those rules last month.”
“May I ask which one?” I continued, attempting to grasp this situation better.
“She kissed you,” he stated calmly. My posture tensed, but his did not.
“Why is that so bad?” I asked with skepticism. It hardly seemed like an adequate motive to punish someone.
“In this house, only those who are married can kiss. If someone breaks this rule, either Abby or a servant of the house, they will be taught their place.” Arguing over this seemed futile. After all, it wasn’t my home and therefore I had no say over the rulings. Instead I decided to be more direct.
“Is Abigail’s punishment the inability to see me?”
“No,” the man clarified vaguely.
“Instead she is restricted from everything.”
“Absolutely everything?” I questioned with deep skepticism, taking into account all the things one needs to get through daily life.
“Everything concerning her free will,” he specified which only confused me further.
“Everything is chosen and done for her without her consent for a six month period.”
“And who chooses and does all these things?”
“The help, of course,” he stated plainly. I could tell this conversation was boring him. He wanted me to leave.
“Then I wish to become part of the help,” I replied as plainly as he had. My remark was unexpected, and suddenly a flurry of emotions I wouldn’t ever imagine having the ability to phase a man like this flooded over his face. First shock took form, then a touch of frustration. After a moment or two, the frustration morphed into contemplation. It took what seemed like hours for his expression to fade into the confident look he held so flawlessly when I walked in.
“Would you be missed if you vanished?” he asked curiously.
“I am eighteen, and I live alone,” I answered.
“My disappearance would go unnoticed.”
“This certainly is a spectacular situation then.”
“How so?” I inquired.
“Well Miles,” the man explained, “the specific set of rules I mentioned earlier applies to the employees, as well as to Abby, and the only logical way I have come across to ensure the rules be followed is to instill a series of hypnotisms into one’s subconscious. If you seek employment in this household, you will be required to listen to these hypnotic tapes and abide by them. Thusly, you’ll be subject to my complete control.
“Kissing Abby is prohibited, and instead you will become one of her caretakers. You may leave now and perhaps find yourself a girl who isn’t my daughter, or you can stay and become a servant in my home where you may be near Abby but never with her.” I didn’t hesitate, because there was nothing to hesitate over.
“Caring for Abigail is all I ever dream of.”
The End of Abby – Chapter Ten.
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