Chapitre 9: Chapter 9:You don't deserve a name
I took small steps behind her, not wanting to walk into her as I followed her.
"It's a very large house, she described alpha Pharaoh's house, but right now I first want to show you your room you will be staying in before I'm asked to run off to do something," she said.
Her feet echoed on the floor of the house; while she continued to talk. Tears filled my eyes remembering the way the alpha described me as if I was nothing.
"Here's your room," Francine said as she stopped at a door on the left side of the hall.
I quickly wipe away my tears and followed her into the room as she opens it.
"This is your room now," she said; while she spun around getting a good view of my room.
The room was very neat. It only consists of a small bed covered in a light pink sheet.
"The door next to the bed is your bathroom," she pointed.
"Well that's it," she said; while she turned now facing me.
"Since we will be working together what is your name?" she inquired me.
I was beginning to get annoyed by everyone wanting to know my name. I was tired of trying to hide the reason why and so I gave her the right answer.
"I don't have any?" I told her the truth.
"What?!" she said surprisingly.
"How old are you or don't you know your age as well?" she inquired me again.
"I do know my age; I'm 18," I told her.
"How can a child be born without being given a name," she told me.
I stood still; wishing she could just stop questioning me and tell me my purpose here; until I die from hard work.
"Who is your mother?" she asked me curiously.
"I don't know her nor my rapist father, only my grandmother Phyllis," I told her angrily.
She covered her mouth, frighteningly.
"Phyllis Thomas?" she inquired me.
I nodded; wondering how she knew my evil grandmother.
"How do you know her?" I asked her eager to know.
"We are the same age and she once was my best friend until we had no choice but to go our different ways," she said.
I didn't wrong her, Phyllis was pure evil. I imagine how she was cold-hearted at a younger age compared to now. My teeth tighten within my mouth allowing me to taste blood from my gum.
"Do you know my mother?" I inquired her.
Francine turned her head aside and then back to me.
"What did she tell you about your mother and father?" she asked me ignoring my question.
"He raped her," I told her sadly.
She stood silently not saying anything.
"And I killed her while she gave birth to me," I again told her.
She came over to me and grabbed me by my shoulder; pulling me close to her.
"Elizabeth knew having you would cost her life," she told me.
My eyes widen hearing what she had said; while tears filled my eyes running down my cheek. Knowing my mom's name. Her name was beautiful.
"Elizabeth," I said softly; enjoy saying her name.
I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know if she loved me.
"Did my mom love me?" I asked Francine.
Francine turned her head aside not wanting to answer me.
"Did she?" I again asked her as I sobbed.
"I wish not to be involved in any of this," she said. As she went over to the door, leaving me.
"Please tell me; I just want to know that someone loved me," I begged her.
She stopped at the door; while her back turned towards me.
"What do you wish me to call you while you're here?" she inquired me; ignoring my question. Within her voice, I could not only hear sadness, but feel that she was hiding something from me, but what?
Was she afraid to tell me, because she was afraid of alpha Pharoah?
Suddenly I heard the door knocked. Francine open it quickly. I step backward scared seeing it was the alpha.
He entered the room that was now mine, with great curiosity on his face as she glanced at me and Francine.
"What had happened?" he asked Francine while he stared at me with his cold blue eyes. I hold my breath terrified of him.
"Nothing sir," Francine answered him.
"I just wanted to show her room first and then we can start our training."
"Okay," the alpha answered her.
"Sir," Francine called him.
The alpha turned to look at Francine.
I took a deep breath; feeling safe to breathe.
"What are we going to call her since she doesn't have a name?" she inquired Pharoah.
My heart beat within my chest as Pharoah turned to look at me again.
I was nervous about what answer he was going to give her.
"Should I call Elizabeth? " Francine said.
"Ah!" Francine cried out; while the alpha slaps her across her face.
My body jumped frighteningly; while I covered my mouth in tears.
Francine held her face while tears streak down her cheek. The alpha got closer to her.
Afraid of what he was going to do to her. I pushed myself towards the wall scared. He touched her cheek, gently across the spot where he had hit her.
"You have been a great worker for over 30 years, please don't let me kill you in saying something like this again," he said.
Francine nodded while she sobs.
"Don't ever call my dead love name in this house are chose to give that piece of shit over there," he pointed at me.
My heart raced even more within my chest, terrified by him.
"Yes, sir," Francine obeyed him.
"Good girl," he said. While he removed his hands from her face.
He now turned his attention to me.
"Since my son felt sorry for you and decided to keep you as his maid, he'll be the one to chose a name for you," he said as he laughed.
"Francine," he called her while he turned to look back at her.
She answered him.
"Please be an obedient servant and get me my son, Apollo,"
Francine hurriedly left the room. Leaving me and the alpha alone.
He stared at me with great anger within his eyes as if he wanted to pop off my neck. My foot shakes nervously and my stomach growled.
I felt relieved seeing Francine had returned and I was no longer alone with him.
"Yes, father," Apollo answered him.
"I want you to give her a name since she is your maid now," Pharoah told him.
Apollo turned towards me with his beautiful blue eyes, staring at me.
"Son!, Son!" Pharoah called him; while he kept on staring at me lost.
He shook his head and answered him.
"She shall be called her rightful name," he told his father.
"This rape child doesn't have any," his father told him.
Apollo looked at me surprisingly. And inquired me.
"What name do you deserve to be called?" he asked me.
Not knowing what to say; I didn't answer him.
He again asked me; still, I said nothing.
"I took pity in keeping you and too in wanting you to choose a name of your own, and yet still you refuse to answer me," he said to me.
As soon as I was about to answer him; he shut me up.
"You give her a name dad," he said as he left the room.
"Wonderful," Pharoah says. As he got close to me.
I pushed myself backward not wanting him to be close to me. He grabbed me by my red hair and pulled me to him.
"A name you shall not be given, for you were brought into this world by a big mistake. You were never supposed to be born," he said.
I sobbed hearing him described me. He threw me aside like garbage and moved away from me.
"Francine please prepare a wonderful dinner, for we will be having a guest tonight," he said while he exits my new room.
Francine ran over to me the minute he leave.
"You will have to leave here or he will kill you," she told me; while she helped me up.
"We have to find your father she said; only he can put that bitch in his place.
"My rapist father?" I said frighteningly.
Why would I want any help from him; when he was the one who made me a mistake.
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