Embrace Of The Lucifer

August.

"Come on, August, we're getting late," Caroline remarked. August nodded and approached her, holding a bag. She sat with Caroline in the backseat, passing the bag to the driver.

She closed her eyes and laid her head on the window glass, reflecting on how drastically her life had changed. She was assigned the position of maid. Yes, as a maid. She just had a few alternatives to pick from. She formerly resided in a hostel. She had previously been living with her abusive foster parents. They were severe in their penalties. Her body was nearly constantly covered in bruises when she lived with them.

After beating her one frigid winter night, her foster father decided to throw her outside their house. The night's coldness pierced her sensitive skin like knives. She was weeping and curled up in a ball when a warm hand landed on her shoulder. August raised his eyes to find a woman in her late forties. Her bulging crimson eyes were directed at the woman in front of her, and her gaze begged the woman to help her. The woman's eyes welled up when she saw her in such a state. She quickly took off her coat and put it over the tiny child. August was around six years old. Caroline Garcia, the lady, introduced herself; she understood it wasn't the best time to tell the young girl about herself, but she was anxious to help the small youngster. August needed to know she was in excellent hands with her.

Miss Garcia looked for her as if she were her blood, which August had never experienced. She was a single woman in her late forties, but her gorgeous blonde hair and grey eyes gave her the appearance of being younger. She reported August's abusive parents to police, and Miss Garcia was ultimately given custody of August after two decades of struggling and running to court.

After that terrifying night, little August finally received the better life she had always desired. August had been with her for five years, and it was tough for her to leave her past behind and start over. She had frequent nightmares and panic attacks, but everything was better than it had been before. August never sought luxury; she simply longed to live without fear of being mistreated, despite the fact that Miss Garcia could not offer her with the most sumptuous living.

Miss Garcia didn't have a profitable profession, and living with her became increasingly difficult as August couldn't bear the thought of her working day and night only to feed her thrice a day.

Finally, when August was 12, she decided to live in a hostel and finish her schooling there. Despite the fact that raising her and supporting her expenses was difficult for her, she insisted on August staying with her. August, on the other hand, was down. Miss Garcia had a little cart from which she sold fruits and worked at a department store on the side, but her earnings were minimal.

Miss Garcia was a difficult woman to persuade to transfer her to a government hostel or an orphanage. She cautiously answered that she knew someone in a hostel who might assist August remain there after what seemed like hours of negotiation. August reasoned that it would be better than an orphanage since she would be able to study.

She spent four years in the institution. It's true that they had a great education, but her destiny wasn't on her side. She was being harassed by a group of students. She didn't understand why the other kids had mistreated her in that way. The reason why they despised her was beyond her comprehension. Because of her lack of friends, she became a loner. Miss Garcia made her life better, but her stay at the hostel had left her with a bitter taste in her life.

When the principal declared that the hostel would be shutting shortly, it came as a shock to everyone. A frequent loss of revenue prompted the hostel's owner to close the doors. All of the students were returning home. Like her, some of them were orphans and were visiting relatives. August couldn't get Miss Garcia out of her head. What was going to happen? Despite her youthful appearance, she was a much older woman at the time. How could she work?

Fortunately, Mrs. Will, a teacher at the hostel, agreed to assist August. She was a very kind lady, and August enjoyed spending time with her. August talked to her about it, and she mentioned getting a job. She was only seventeen years old, she had no college degree and no special abilities; where would she be able to find work? August was nervous.

Her hesitancy made Mrs. Will suggest she become a maid because she knew of a home in need of one.

Concern and anxiety pervade her existence. Was it worth it for her to work as a maid in the first place? After hearing it, her eyes filled with tears and she swallowed the lump in her throat as she shook her head no. A maid was the last thing on her thoughts when she found out how bad her life had turned out.

To save herself and Miss Garcia, she had no option. So, she and her teacher discussed the suggestion. Angered, Miss Garcia walked away from them without saying a word. But, August managed to persuade her to approve of the choice.

"What are you thinking my child?" Miss Garcia's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Nothing Caroline," August said and smiled at her which she returned gladly.

"I'm sorry my child. I wish I could income enough money so th-" before she could finish it August stopped her.

"No, Caroline please don't say that. You don't know what you have done for me. You are the most important part of my life and I cannot thank you enough for that," she stopped as a tear escaped her eyes. She wiped the tears from August's flushed red cheeks and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you, my child. I hope you will not be in misery now. I have heard that Knights are very rich. Their servants live in ravish, they get good food even," she said with relief. August never knew that she was getting a rich owner.

"I also hope the same, Caroline," she replied.

The command of the Knights. They were the richest folks in the country. And August will be working for them, as a maid. She let out a sigh and pondered the idea. She was inquisitive about the people that lived there. They sent a car to pick up their maid, and she was shocked at the sight of it. Wealthy individuals are haughty, as Mrs. Will said. To them, it was fun to "show off" their wealth to others. August shook her head and tried to fall asleep, closing her eyes.

The soft voice of Miss Garcia, the voice she would hear less of that day, greeted her with, "August, honey, wake up, we're here." Her eyelids flickered open at the sound. She gently cleaned her blurry eyes with the backs of her palms. As soon as she was confident that the weariness was gone she grabbed her luggage and got out of the car. In disbelief, she looked up and saw the enormous house in front of her. This place is enormous!

That was not what she had expected! That was no average home; it was a castle! It comes with a linked pool and a marble-built house. It was really amazing. August was interested to see what it looked like on the inside.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Miss Garcia asked. She nodded her head and responded.

"Yes, Caroline it's wonderful". Two guards approached them a few minutes later. August flinched when she saw them. They seemed to be massive and terrifying. They collected her luggage and proceeded inside, instructing them to follow. When she saw the inside of the house, she exclaimed even more. It looked to be both beautiful and modern.

They were standing there, gazing at every corner their eyes could reach, until a lady walked in.

"Hello there, are you the new maid?" She asked her politely.

"Oh yes, ma'am I am" August replied. "August Elliot," as much as she hated her legal name, she couldn't change her last name.

"I'm Martha Steve and I'm also the maid here more like the head of the maids as I have been here for years," she said and chuckled.

August smiled at her. "Where is Mrs. Knight?" Miss Garcia asked.

"Oh well, she has some important meeting to attend that's why I came instead." She replied.

"Let's go and see your room," she said and motioned them to follow her.

Her legs began to ache as a result of the amount of steps she had to take to reach the maid headquarters. The floors were gleaming, and the inside was lavishly decorated with exquisite accessories. The walls were painted a creamy white color, and pictures adorned nearly every corner. The Knight's house was magnificent. August thought on how she could only work and not dwell in a place like this.

She noticed that they passed through seven bedrooms before coming to a halt at the end of the hall at the maid headquarters area. Martha came to a complete stop and opened a door. The room was rather decent, in fact, exceptionally neat and clean for a maid. It was simply furnished with a single bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a mirror. It was pleasant for August.

"So how do you like your room?" Martha asked with a grin.

"It's really good," August smiled. But her smile soon faded when she heard the faded sobs of Miss Garcia behind her, she turned around hugged her tight without saying anything. She would miss her a lot. "Be a good girl, my child," she whispered. August could feel the sadness in her voice.

"I will, Caroline," she muttered sadly.

"Please take care of her Martha, she is everything I got."

"Don't worry Caroline she will be alright here." They both hugged.

After a few seconds, Miss Garcia left the house. August and Martha led her to the front entrance. It broke her heart to watch her leave. But she didn't have a choice. Everything was done for Garcia's advantage.

She remained in front of the door for about five minutes, watching Miss Garcia drive away from the house. Her attention was pulled to the sprawling garden, which spanned more than 100 yards and was encircled by whitewashed painted walls.

She smiled at the wonderful creation of nature in front of her for the first time in a long time.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐