The empty house, the silence complaining, and flying from corner to corner a light whisper flutters, it is he, perhaps, he has not checked. He prefers to pour himself a glass of whiskey and get away from life. It is an endless loneliness that follows him, it does not end. I look at it, long and hard. It is interesting to see him lying in the narrowness, but he is no longer a fake. Here he shows himself without adjusting the world in his favor, without lying.But he doesn't know that I'm watching him, that's why he doesn't run away, but rather remains there, gone, absorbed in a fixed point in the room.Suddenly his annihilating presence comes to mind, controlling and majestic but at the same time he is a prisoner of tension. His shoulders are straight, he seems confident with his chest puffed out, demonstrating dominance, however this boils down to rigidity, it is fallacious. His expression is hard, his shoulders are rigid, perhaps a clue is peeking out from his neck, no matter the sup

Perfect Specimen"He uses a superb smile as a shield; he attacks, he is afraid, and he wants to instill fear. Terrified, he actually pretends to be the one who makes others flee."...I already feel the sweat running through the lines of my palms, a slight tremor in my legs, my heart beats in anticipation. I need the job, I need money, it would be unfortunate not to stay there. I've already been waiting for ten minutes. I poke my head out again, the hallway is desolate.I cover my face, sigh for the fifth time. Subtle voice brings me out of my mental confinement and I raise my head finding the owner. It's the same woman who welcomed me, she wears an apron, a bow on her head. The appearance of a maid, I guess I'm seeing my reflection that will be me in a matter of minutes. But not everything has been said, I must wait for the last word."Young, Viscardi, follow me, please..." She communicates kindly, which encourages me to leave my place and stand up.I follow her at the same time, I d

Mr. Ego"You never know when you are in eminent danger, until you meet a gaze so empty that not the slightest emotion emerges, except ego in those blues that ache for adoration."...Lying in a fetal shape, her gaze lost in one spot, listless, without the desire to live, she barely observes me but there is no shine in her orbs. I don't know if it can revive one day, it makes me sick to see her like this. On the other hand, I feel relieved to know she is alive, once it happened that I left her alone for a few minutes, I went to the market for some things, when I returned I found her in bed almost without a pulse, and I had to call an ambulance. Turns out it was an overdose, that was a few months ago, now I keep an eye on her more. I'm not going to lie, dread swells in me every time I have to leave her alone. Having it happen again may mean that you don't come out unscathed like the first time. I don't want him to do the same thing again. I don't trust her at all, not in that unstable s

Silvain, An Enigma"It exists, but it only wants to live being the center of attention, a single glance and it gets many orbs dedicated to giving it, without a single blink, veneration; they have become idiots in a snap, I am just another stupid person."...What is the first day of work like?I don't know how the rest of the world is doing, for me, as there is no day uglier than another, this one has caught me off guard. Fifteen minutes before the clock hands position on eight! I head to the bathroom, my heart is already in my palm, it beats frantically. I can't be late, it would be terrible for me, it's the first day. I don't want to give a bad impression, to be seen as the cheeky girl who can't keep up with the schedule even on the first day. It's a bad image that I don't want to keep.As it couldn't get worse on Monday, there is no water, they have cut it off, nor electricity. I want to tear myself off strand by strand and hit the wall. Helpless and angry for not changing the bad

The Power of His Look"Courage slips between my fingers, eagerness goes in the slip, I have fallen like a taffeta lands at the feet, and a puddle of perdition drowns, the content is in it."...I had to scrub the kitchen floor, once I finished I started in the dining room, unlike what I think, it is not a dirty job, because it was already shiny, but in the eyes of my strange boss, that is not the case. I have to leave everything perfect, I have the mop in my right hand and I rub it on the floor. A light strand of my hair has slipped out of my hairstyle and now crosses my forehead and is part of my field of vision. I can't fix it, I'm tired, and it's not noon yet. My hands hurt, I'm sweaty and thirsty. But I want to finish this before I go get that glass of water that I need so badly.Water... the word reminds me that it is missing at home and so is electricity. How will mom be? A light bulb goes on over my head, I'll call Mila when she's free. Maybe he knows something. I continue work

After a while I returned to my work. This is just the beginning, I can't imagine doing the same thing every day, keeping up the pace, if energy is scarce, is difficult. But I focus on doing my activity, after a while I see the progress and that encourages me to continue. The last one is less strong, but it's hard for me to lift the duster because I'm so tired. Still I continue removing the imaginary dust. Lest there be a secret camera out there and it happens to be recorded. You have to walk with a thousand eyes.Finally I can lower my arms and sigh. I have finished, I feel relieved and satisfied to finish. It doesn't matter if you have stiff muscles, burning fingers, or tiredness. I look at the sofa, even the ottoman, and I want to jump off, but it's a red zone, I've already been warned and I'm not going to get burned.It's time to clean up, I can't stand feeling this dirty. I really stink. It's incredible that there is no bathtub at home, here, since I'm just a simple maid, I have o

What the hell is going on with my boss?I arrive home when night has already fallen. I ring the bell at the entrance, I must not have forgotten the keys in my room. Now I have to wait for mom. To my surprise it's not her face I see when the door gives way, it's Mila.She squeals when her sees me and gives me his effusive hug that infects me with joy. She's probably here to talk to Mom, which I find exciting. It is good for my mother to socialize, to return to what she used to, before all the hell.“Oh, beautiful, I'm happy for you. How did it go?”“I imagine that mom has already informed you of everything. And yes, it has been a hard day, but I already signed the contract, the salary is more than I expected. I will be able to pay several debts, to you” I inform.“What you owe me, don't worry, I don't want you to give me a single cent back. The important thing is that you have the basics at home, also electricity and water. Therefore, I have already paid for the service, and bought som

Winter and Fire"If there is no admiration, he does not exist and he hates being invisible."...I walk to the dining room. I finally see the chef, who Camila talked about yesterday. The woman must already be over forty years old. He wears a white suit, typical of someone who cooks in prestigious places. He turns to me, blinks curiously.“Aryanna Viscardi?”"Hello, yes, it's me, the new one" I confirm his doubt.She nods lightly, drawing an affable smile.“A pleasure, welcome. Yesterday, I did not see you”“Yes, I was assigned another part of the house. Genesis tells me that I must bring breakfast to Silvain...”“I'm already finishing it, help me put everything on the tray” broadcast and I do it.Blueberries, strawberries and chocolate; waffles with honey, there are steaks with eggs, orange juice and coffee. That's a lot of food. And everything looks very appealing. The housekeeper told me that Silvain eats on the terrace, which is why I don't ask where to go when I'm already holding

“Nothing”“Can I leave?” I question, urgently.“No, you know you don't, you work for me, and you will leave when I decide”“OK” I let out my breath, there is anger in my system, contained fury that I don't release because it won't be good for me."You can sit on the floor, I'll finish" he says and it couldn't be more humiliating.I'm not going to lie down on my buttocks and wait for the young man to finish eating.“No, I'm fine like this” He doesn't say anything else.Another moment passes and he finishes eating. He wake up. He looks more imposing, more powerful and has double dominion over me. He is really muscular, strong and handsome. My breath stops, my lips stay straight, forced to pretend it doesn't affect me. I don't know myself, this part of me freezes, it's being covered by the ice it generates, it's cold, my boss rarely supplies the highest and lowest at the same time. A fire blazing inside my being, a burning winter makes it worse.“Um... avoid going back to that kind of be

Useless DesireAt mealtime with my companions, on that secluded side, which is distinguished by the absence of elegance. They murmur among themselves, talking about a certain Gaspard. They seem mischievous and heated when mentioning it. I stay on the sidelines, I'm not familiar with those topics, it makes me uncomfortable.“Have you seen Lebrun yet?” Camila asks, mischief touches her lips, it gets into her eyes that shine like two stars.“No, who is that?” I ask, frowning."Sylviain's sexy friend" Julia answers with a silly face and silly sighs. Lucky you, Aryanna, you had to clean the pool area and Lebrun's hottie is in the pool.“What are you saying? I'm not looking forward to...”“Are you kidding?” Camila interrupts “I was about to beg Genesis to let me clean the glass walls, but on Friday I did”And clicks his tongue, then snorts. I don't know how perfect that Lebrun is, what I do know is that after seeing Silvain, even such an idiot, another pretty face is not going to blind me.