Running from Leo

CHAPTER 6: The wait is over

All men in this house are bad.

I take back everything I had thought about the people here a few nights ago as I kept staring at the dining room in pure horror.

The huge chandelier which was supposed to be high up in the air is right on my feet, broken in pieces. Windows are having the holes of what I assume bullets, the flower pots are broken along with the utensils.

Hell, these men didn't even leave the dining table intact.

What the hell happened here?

Rylie nudged my stomach and gave a look which clearly said, "You thinking what I am thinking?"

"Are these men animals? Wild animals to be exact. Why do we have to clean up the mess they create?" I voiced out our thoughts.

"Because that's why we are here." Louisa chirped in. "And I suggest you young ladies to get to work."

Rylie and I groaned and took our places.

"Hey Louisa." I gained her attention as I broomed the floor.

She turned around and gave me a smile. "Si, Amy?"

The cutting of metal bars on the window of my room is almost done. I do have a fool proof plan to escape from here, but I need to know what I am going against if things go wrong.

"You have been working in this house for a long time, right?" I asked.

"Si, Amy. For almost thirty years now."

"That's...nice." Mentally, I was grimacing. How can a person be stuck here for thirty years?! Rylie has been here for eight years and I have been here for almost seven years.

"Why? You want to ask something based on my experience?" She asked amusedly. "I'm telling you, there isn't much to tell."

I chuckled. "No. It's not that. I was just hoping that as we are stuck here cleaning for several hours, why not entertain us with a story?"

She crossed her arms and gave me a stern look. "You want me to tell you a bed time story instead of working?"

"I...uh...yes." I answered shamelessly.

She hummed. "What do you want to know about?"

"I don't know. Why are the people here so wild?" I asked, eyeing the ruined room ahead of us.

"Because that's what they are being taught. No mercy." She answered nonchalantly.

"In short, these people don't give a shit about anybody."

"Si."

"That's wild."

She chuckled. "Are you done with your questions, Amelia? We have a lot of work here."

"One more question, has anybody tried to go, you know, against these men? Like trying to leave them or something like that?"

Louisa stopped functioning.

"W-Why are you asking me this, Amy? Do you know something?"

"Oh, no. No, I was just curious. I mean, sure we have cleaned all the blood and stuff they spill 'accidentally' but has anybody successfully left them...or escaped from the house and the people?"

Louisa kept staring at me with scrutinizing eyes. I stared back with a bored look.

Then she smiled. "You are asking a lot today, Amelia. You sure that you don't want to tell me something?"

"A hundred percent sure!" I chirped and batted my eyelashes sweetly, much to her amusement.

"If that's the case, I haven't heard of any of the uomini—men leaving the family of Agostini because they had chosen to stay in the family."