Becoming The Badass

The next morning, after an evaluation of how well I could move around I was put to light work. I was to go to the fifth floor and clean up the Upper Slave Wing. I was told that there were five rooms in total. Master Zayn was a selective person.

I slowly travelled through the grand staircase, taking quick peeks under my shirt to look at the ugly branding on my skin. It was still healing and looked just a little better than grotesque.

Once up the stairs I went to the first door and slowly pushed it open to reveal an extravagant room. It was messy in an almost elegant way. The canopy bed had an array of blue throw pillows lazily strewn on it over the deeper blue comforter. A nearby desk had piles and piles of folders with bold red. I figured that was a good place to start.

I walked over and began putting the folders in a pile on the floor so that I could polish the desk. I poured the wood polisher onto my rag and wiped furiously. I hadn't eaten since who knows when and I was hoping to make it to breakfast. Making sure to do a good job, I double-checked my work before I began setting the folder back on the desk.

The door opened then, revealing a short man with wide-framed glasses. They practically swallowed up his face.

"What are you doing!" He yelled, looking panicked. He rushed over to me and snatched the folders out of my hands.

"I was just putting them back." I said quietly, intimidated by his anger despite his size. He took my cleaning supplies and shoved them into my arms, making my struggle to hold onto them.

"Leave now." He began roughly pushing me toward the door.

"I'm not done cleaning." I explain, my eyes wide and he pulled open the door and pushed me out of his room

"Yes, you are. I'm quite fine, really. Goodbye." I blinked a few times as I silently went over everything that had just happened. The only reason for his actions that made sense was the fact that I was holding the red marked folders. He thought I was trying to read them.

I couldn't even read.

Yet. -- Shorter than I wanted it but I'm low on time. Updates every other weekend now because I have another story on onedirectionfanfiction.org called Mr.Veronica. I might update next week to make up for this though no promises.

Notes

Shorter than I wanted it but I'm low on time. Updates every other weekend now because I have another story on onedirectionfanfiction.org called Mr.Veronica. I might update next week to make up for this though no promises.