Maid and Little Master (1)
I became this naughty little master's servant. Every day, from morning to night, I had to stay near him.
Robert was a difficult child. He knew how to use his noble status and was well aware of how low my position was.
- Give it to me.
The boy snatched the spoon from the nanny's hands and threw it on the floor. While giving the order, he looked at me and pointed his finger at the fallen spoon.
“Mister, you can’t do that,” the nanny scolded him.
She stood up, but Robert grabbed her around the waist, not allowing her to move, and then more clearly voiced his order:
- Give it to me, you ugly girl.
-...
- Master!
Nanny looked at me confused. I smiled, letting him know that everything was okay, and picked up the spoon. Having wiped it with my apron, I was about to hand it to the nanny, but Robert beat me to it: he tore the spoon out of my hands and threw it away again.
- Dirty!
-...
- Mister, what has come over you?
Eh, I've seen this before somewhere. It reminded me of someone else.
Mentally, I plunged into the feeling of déjà vu that overwhelmed me.
“Mom taught me that you shouldn’t use something that has fallen!”
“Then I’ll bring a new spoon,” said the nanny.
- No! Don't go! – Robert shouted and hung on her again, looking straight at me.
- You go!
I clenched my teeth, forced the corners of my lips to rise, and hurried away. The smile didn’t leave my face until I opened the door and walked out. Of course, as soon as I was outside, an angry growl escaped my lips.
When I returned with a new spoon, everything went back to the second circle.
- New!
Robert took a few sips of soup and threw down the spoon again. The nanny looked at me in panic. I still forced myself to smile and went to the kitchen.
When I entered the kitchen, my face became serious. Looking around, she picked up a clean towel that was lying in plain sight, opened and wrapped all the spoons there in it. I returned, hiding the “supplies” behind my back, but not even a few minutes had passed before everything happened again.
- Master! – the nanny exclaimed reproachfully, but Robert didn’t even pretend that he hadn’t heard. This time it was me who stopped the nanny, taking out a towel from behind my back. Her eyes widened in surprise, but I just smiled and unwrapped the towel.
- I'm ready for anything.
I chose one of a dozen spoons and handed it to the nanny, adding that if she needed more, she should tell me. The nanny accepted the spoon with visible admiration. Robert, sitting next to her, was dumbfounded.
But Robert’s whims did not end there.
- Bring it!
- Don't touch!
- Ugly!
Wow, he really looks a lot like an old friend of mine. Some young man, a crazy gentleman and also a complete bastard.
But I wasn't going to lose. After all, at one time I served as a servant for a rather problematic owner. There was no need to doubt my perseverance and patience.
If he threw a cutlery, I prepared a dozen of the same ones, and if that didn’t work, then I picked them up from the floor several times, and when he didn’t calm down at all, I simply threw them away and didn’t return them. I tried not to ignore his orders. If he told me not to touch with my hands, then I used gloves. If he accused me of being ugly, she would wrap my face in a paper bag. Robert was furious.
- I hate you!
- Thanks for the compliment.
I even adapted to interpreting bad words in the opposite meaning.
But Robert was stubborn. He was quite smart.
In moments when it was difficult for me to hide my anger, he quickly noticed it and cried, saying that he was scared. You would think that I did something bad. This boy's acting skills were top notch.
The longer I looked at him, the more he reminded me of someone. An older man who poured even worse shit on him.
My God. I can't believe people like him exist. This is a complete nightmare.
I already had time to regret that I had come here at all while I was picking up the twenty-third thrown object. With a tortured gaze, I followed the twenty-fourth throw. If I pick it up again, he’ll immediately throw it, so why don’t I just pick it up? Nanny patted me on the shoulder with sympathy.
“I think he likes Anne.”
What are you talking about? He is clearly taking revenge for the first meeting.
But now that I had become this little master's maid, all I could do was work hard. In addition, the nanny was not always nearby, and I had to cope alone. Joely appointed me as her nephew's maid since the nanny was away at the main mansion.
Lately I've started to feel like Joely is trying to annoy me. Maybe I did something wrong? Can't you just scold me or something?
- Ugly, bring it!
We walked briskly along the corridor because he was bored of sitting in his room. Suddenly Robert stopped and pointed to the wooden horse that had fallen from his hands. My eye twitched nervously. Robert continued to call me that even though he knew my name. Obviously, he did this to spite me.
- Ugly, ugly, ugly.
Aaaah, how I want to punch him!
But I was this restless boy's personal maid. She had no right to raise her hand to him. Putting on a smile, I picked up the fallen toy and placed it in Robert’s hands.
- Sir, are you four years old?
- No! I'll be turning five very soon!
- Yes, you are a wonderful five-year-old child...
- Yes, ugly. I want to climb there.
Robert interrupted me and pointed his finger somewhere up. I barely managed to suppress my outburst of anger and calmly look in the indicated direction. He was pointing to a large iron statue - the same one that he almost hurt himself with the last time he was on it.
- It is forbidden.
- I want to climb up!
- It's dangerous. Let's go back to the room.
- No! I'll rise!
- Maybe we can continue our walk? – I grabbed his hand and dragged him along, hoping to divert his attention.
Robert began screaming that he didn’t want to go anywhere and resist. Even a short walk was not without a scandal. Tiny hands clutched a wooden horse and hit me, and then suddenly threw the toy aside.
The horse hit the wall and fell to the floor. I pick it up - he throws it again.
- I want to climb there!
- No way.
Freeing himself from my grip, he wrapped himself around the iron leg and hung on it. My attempts to tear him away were unsuccessful: he pressed himself against the statue with incredible strength for a small child. His mouth clenched in displeasure, and his stubbornness knew no bounds. Robert had no intention of giving up.
- I want to go there!
- It's dangerous.
- No! I'll climb in!
- If so, let's go back to the room.
I picked Robert up in my arms. His eyes almost fell out of their sockets in surprise. But he quickly grimaced and tried to break free. While he was kicking, I wasted no time and ran back.
When we entered the room, sweat was dripping from me. It was hard because Robert didn't stop squirming the whole way. All this made me pretty tense.
- I hate you!
I leaned exhaustedly against the wall, catching my breath, and he did not stop hysterical and looking angrily in my direction.
– Whether you like it or not, this is how it should be.
His cheeks swelled even more, but I maintained external equanimity. Robert was suddenly overcome with sadness.
- My toy...
- What?
- Toy, toy! – he shouted worriedly. The sudden screams took me by surprise, but in response to all questions he continued to shout the same word. It finally dawned on me that he was talking about that wooden horse that he always carried with him.
“You threw it away yourself.”
- Toy!
- OK. Stay here.
Stopping Robert's attempt to run outside, I ran out of the room. He banged on the door because he couldn’t reach the handle.
His knocks made me hurry up. I ran along the corridor to that very place. Looking around, I noticed the wooden horse that Robert had lost.
“If you value it so much, then why throw it away anywhere?”
Having scrolled through the figurine, I concluded with relief that it was not broken. Robert had many toys, but this was the only one he wouldn’t let go of, which means he liked it, but he didn’t take care of it properly.
Maybe pretend she's lost? No. I quickly pushed these thoughts away, shaking my head.
"Being at odds with a small child."
I laughed at this and turned to his second favorite - a big horse. It stood against one of the walls and was made entirely of smooth and hard iron. I patted the statue's torso.
And why was he so anxious to climb up there?
I examined the statue, then looked around, put my hands on the statue and rested my feet on it. Quite high, by the way. How did Robert manage to climb here with his height? Having strained, I raised myself on my hands and was finally able to sit in the saddle.
I sighed heavily and straightened up. Dizzying heights. Having clasped my hands around the horse’s neck, a view from above of a spacious corridor opened before my eyes. If I had raised my head higher, I could have seen everything that was outside the window. The overview is good - you can see everything.
- Nice view.
Perhaps due to the fact that he himself was still very small, heights attracted him. Or he liked to look down on everyone. I was leaning towards the latter.
I've always been the one who had to keep my head up, so looking down was inspiring. My legs curled up and my nostrils sucked in more air.
-What are you doing there?
I turned my surprised gaze to the nanny standing below. Succumbing to the moment, I did not notice how she came. The nanny looked at me as if I were crazy.
I got down silently.
– You warned that you would be away, but it seems that you have already finished with your business.
- Yes. Where's the sir?
- The gentleman is in his room. He dropped the toy, so I had to go back for it,” I shook the piece of wood in my hand. Nanny nodded.
– He treasures this toy.
- It's clear.
“He always keeps it close because it is a gift from his mistress.”
This actually turned out to be something important. I looked at the shabby horse. I remembered how many times he threw the toy, ordering me to pick it up again. When I ignored his next whim, he picked up the horse himself. That moment made me feel weird.
- So what just happened?
-...
I didn’t answer and quickly turned around. A gaze pierced my back, but I pretended as if I didn’t feel anything like that. We walked the rest of the way in awkward silence.
Not a sound came from the room. There was something frightening about this, but it could also be that the boy was simply tired of his own hysterics. In the room, not far from the door, face down, lay the small immobilized body of Robert, who just recently had been banging on the door with all his might.
- Master!
The nanny ran up in fear to the child lying on the floor. I quickly glanced around the room. It was thought that someone else might have broken in, or that the boy might have tripped over something and fallen, but there were no signs of that.