The Billionaire's Maid man×boy (reposted)

Chapter 25

READ!!! Be aware that this chapter might be triggering to readers that suffer from SH.

Lucas

The sun is shining brightly through the curtains, contrasting the way I feel. While the room and bed sheets are painted in sunlight I couldn't feel more agonized and bleak.

Just like the first time I entered a breakdown -a few days ago- this time is no different. I still can't find a valid and good explanation as to why I'm in this state.

My eyes are red and my under eyes are a slightly dark. I look like a zombie and my pale skin and too red lips don't help. I'm in front of my mirror, analyzing my lips who are pouring blood in some places because of how much I started biting them before going to bed. It must have worsened in my sleep since they're bloody right now.

I'm in no state to go to work today and face Anthony but what must be done will be done. If I went through the day like this a few days ago I can do it now too.

With shaky hands, I put the uniform on, and if until now I enjoyed how short it was now I can't despise the length more. After sliding the high knee sock up my legs and doing my bathroom routine I silently take my backpack, keys, and leave the house. All morning was a struggle considering that the whole time I had tears streaming down my face and brushing your teeth with tears pouring isn't exactly an easy task.

On the train, my crying hasn't stopped but fortunately, no one really cared or paid me any attention since it's morning and in this town, no one cares about anything except themselves.

Once I'm in front of Anthony's mansion I stay a few minutes in front of the back door until my crying is under control and then I enter, heading straight to the kitchen.

At least I'm not late again, being late would draw unnecessary attention on me.

I open the kitchen door and find Veronica preparing breakfast as usual. I already came up with an explanation for my red and sleep-deprived eyes so the only thing I need to worry about is her not believing it, or even worse -Anthony not believing it.

"Good morning!" She greets me as I lean against the counter next to her, waiting for further instruction which will probably be the same as every day -bring Mr. Anthony food and then clean the house.

But this time is different. First of all, he and I went on a date and kissed and second of all, I cried all night because of my alcoholic father who came home.

"Are you okay?" She asks and stops preparing the cheese sandwich.

"Yeah, spring allergies," I explain.

She suspiciously nods but stays silent, finishing breakfast and placing it on the tray. I stay in the kitchen for a few more minutes -deciding that it's better if I prepare Mr. Anthony's coffee here than in his office since I'm not sure I will be able to stay in there for more than one minute without breaking down.

Veronica doesn't question my decision and leaves me alone to do my job.

After preparing the coffee I climb the stairs and once I'm in front of his door I knock. With a sigh, I wait for his answer and as I hear his deep voice saying "Come in." tears start to gather in my eyes.

I can't believe that I'm crying just at the sound of his voice. But I can't stop feeling like I disappointed him with my addiction even though he doesn't know about it.

I enter the office and notice him sitting at his desk, as usual, looking at his laptop.

He isn't paying me attention and this is probably the only time I'm happy about that.