"I am a villain"

Chap 5

Returning a lot of things had changed. Mr. and Mrs. Edwards had moved in. The masters paid more attention to what I did. That was something my coworkers quickly noticed and that made my ability to get under the raider most of the time much harder. It has been 2 weeks. I could often walk past people and hear them whispering among themselves or sending me very dirty looks. So far it was only gossip and frankly, I couldn't stop it from escalating. I knew it would. I knew soon I would get bullied and eventually, it would turn physical then finally My coworkers would try to get rid of me via any means necessary. It was so common too common actually. In my case unwarranted. I couldn't blame them for thinking the way they did as I too would make the same assumptions as they did. My circumstance While possible was extremely rare with only 2 known cases in 3 years. I wasn't about to reveal that I was raped especially since telling them would make them think I was trying to cover up. I hadn't even had a moment to just breathe and take it all in myself with school work and keeping the masters and their parents at a distance. I had to start on some of my work again. I went to the computer lab. I had run behind on my schooling and my teacher had been pressing me for an answer as to what higher education I would pursue. She knew I wanted to be a historian but in her words. 'You are applying for a starvation job. Find another education or join a multicourse track.' Multicourse tracks would allow me to be both a historian and either a Chemist, physicist, biologist, or machine engineer. If I had to pick one I am more inclined to go with Chemistry as that can often overlap with history if nothing else I can hopefully find out what the hell that chemical that 'activats' our powers are. Multicourse tracks however were more expensive and I didn't necessarily have the money yet. On average they cost 1.5 times as much as a normal education with an extra 50% being added onto the price of a track. 

It was quite late when I finished my homework and sent a mail to my teacher. I walked back to my room and opened the door. Apparently, I was wrong with the slow escalation. Everything had been ripped to shreds. The books I had my bed everything but my ID passport and documents were absolutely ravaged. Ripped and covered in paint. My documentation was just thrown around. Those things that weren't destroyed were not because they wanted to leave them be it was because to destroy them would warrant the culprit 5 years in jail. The rest of the room was only a month if the brothers decided to go to the police with this. I felt tears fill my eyes. a pit in my stomach. I didn't even know why it hurt because I knew this would happen. I know I am not safe here and I never will be. You know what fuck all this. I knew this would happen eventually I had been bullied before and I made a point out of hiding personal items. They were in the ventilation system taped down under a plastic bag so Rebeca couldn't get to them and it also saved them in this instance. I went to Abegale's room and knocked on the door. Seeing her I just felt the pit deepening. I expected our sullens to jump out proving that it was Ava. Anger filled me from within and I knew it was nothing compared to what Abegale would feel. She opened, annoyed but that quickly turned to worry when she saw the tears that dripped down from my face. I just led her to my room and opened the door. When she saw what happened I could see death in her eyes. I could practically feel the anger radiate out from her. She called down the brothers and they too were pissed.

"You know this is your fault," I told them looking straight at Eric the worst at hiding his concern.

"Our faults?" Adam asked.

"Laila," Abegale started I couldn't tell if she was scolding me or warning me by her tone. Knowing her it was properly both.

"Yes, you guys act differently around me and of course, my co-workers would see this as me being a slut to you 3," I snapped. They stared at me horrified as Abegale scolded me. I didn't care as tears rolled down my face. Their eyes widened and I could tell They were ignorant to the life of a servant despite having lived it.