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PRESENT DAY SLAVE
TAKE ME AWAY!
BY, KENZIE RAMIREZ
The suns free in the sky the moon free in space. Everyone free not trapped alone in a world of unheard of people. The sun was warm and the cool air brushing my natty brown hair, the sky as blue as the sea and the clouds like cotton. The world around me quiet as can be and the shade from the old redwood made me feel wanted. The smell of the old cottage and the Kentucky air was wondrous. I remembered my child hood of safeness and comfort. My mother’s hugs and smiles stile made me laugh.
I rested still in the tall damp green grass and gazed in to heaven looking back down at me. Sometimes I thought I didn’t feel right. I was not needed in the world, not to be a normal girl. I was doomed with the destiny for cleaning and cooking. Feeding horses and other animals we had on are acres of land. In the early 2000’s I thought life would not be like this and it wasn’t but my owners were still in the past. Everything changed the day I was born and the day my mother died.
When my head mistress obtained me from my mother when I was four, my mother had died because of her. I was taught to clean to cook and I was not aloud outside to play or go to school. I was now fourteen and had not even learned how to spell my own name let alone what was my name. My masters only called me woman or girl. I did not care what they wish to call me. I knew my mother had called me Pip and that will always be my name.
I thought today would be different I did not get slapped this morning or had to settle with the burnt food I had cooked. I had been wrong and I had found out very soon that no matter how mean my mistress was she always had a new evil hoax up her sleeve.
“Girl where are you!” my mistress yell from behind.
I scurried up and flattened my dress and moved my ragged hair from my face, and looked at my feet when and until I reach her sight.
“You stupid useless girl!” she yelled ripping my hair and dragging me to are home. “What is heaven sakes are you doing outside? We have visitors coming and if so help me if they see you!” her face red with ferry.
We barged into the house with her letting go of me and throwing me to the ground. I got to my keens and put my head to my chest. I am sorry! I wanted to say but Mistress Charles was in no need for talk. Her son was arriving with her youngest daughter. I had no information about their names or what they looked like but I did know their age.
Their son was sixteen and their daughter was six. I am sure they looked like their parents and where curl as their mother. The head master Charles had told me I was in charge of taking the little daughter to school. I could not see why their son could; maybe he was as lazy as his father.
It was almost lunch and mistress had not bothered me since this morning. When I was making the head master tea and cookies I saw a long black car pull up in front of our house. I stopped what I was doing and went to the window. Did I have to hide already or was it just the mistress’s children? I put the cookies on a plate and poured the tea; once it was done I scurried to the head master.
His petite brown hair was awfully thin. His eyes were dead bolt on a book. That came off of his old dusty shelves His bulky body was easy to see in the tight black suit he was warring for the arrival of his guest. I stood there not moving and just looking at him.
“Don’t just stand there woman. I don’t want my tea cold!” he roared, closing his book tight.
I nodded and brought it over to him quickly. I really did not want to speak but it was bothering me the words were just crawling up my throat. “Who’s outside master?” he looked at me in confusion.
“Their here!” he yelled. He flung his old tattered book at me and was out the door of his office.
“Where should I go?!” I rushed to catch up with him after placing the book back onto the old shelf.
Head master didn’t answer me nor did he look at me. “You call them miss and master Charles! Got it?” he yelled pushing me out the back door and hurrying off again before I could respond. Who? I wanted to ask him but I rush to the side of the house.
I sided on the edge of the hose hearing the small chatter going on in the front. I tiptoed my way to the end of that wall and peered over the side. The long car looked bigger in person. It windows were black and It was hard to see inside. Mistress Charles was speaking to the man who must own the strange vehicle. Head master busted through the front door and ran to car.
“Where are my children!” he yelled at the driver.
The driver did not respond he only went to the back of the car. His white gloves slid on the handle and he gently tugged it open. Head master and mistress Charles eyes glowed with happiness. I tried to look closer and there I saw what had made them so happy.
A young girl with long curly red hair stepped out of the car. Her long yellow sundress was covered in flowers with her white matching shoes. Her face was covered in freckles and her eyes where as blue as the sea. It was their daughter and she looked just like her mother. She smiled at her parents then rushed to be consumed by her mother’s kisses and her father’s hugs.
Next came their son, he was a handsome man with dark brown hair. His body was thin and strong. His eyes where a bright green that could hypnotize any young woman. His smile was warm and comforting and his bold shoulders man him look older. His mother ran to him and he spun her around in his arms. His father hugged him and patted him on the back while the little girl slipped her hand into his while they all starrier and smiled at each other soaking each and every one in like it was going to be the end of the world.
I turned my head away so I did not have to see their loving ways. I thought about if my mum was still alive what she would tell me. I pitched her holding me in a hug and her soft breathing surrounding my ears. Then her clam eyes looking into mine and there she said" stay strong and I will always be with you.”
I held back my tears and walked to the old bright red wood. I put my back on the tree and let my body slide down it. I cuffed my head in my hands and cried. What I would give to still be with my mum. I did not care about the rules I had to follow here I took down my hair and let it fall to my shoulders. I brushed it with my fingers and looked on at the world go by. I lied on my back and closed my eyes thinking of being in heaven with my mum.
As I slowly drifted to sleep I heard footsteps behind me. “What are you doing here!” a man yelled from behind me.
I quickly got up and put up my hair. It was him master Charles. The handsome young men that I had seen come out of the long car. Are eyes were just staring at each other he slimed at me. “Who are you?” he asked. I was frozen could not move could not talk. He was beautiful.
“Master Charles” I slipped out, I look quickly to the ground.
“Charles? Do I know you” he asked me. Are eyes met once again.
“No, sorry I am not suppose to be here.” I started to walk past him swiftly.
“Wait!” he yelled pursuing in my foot steps “what is your name?” he asked once I turned around.
I did not yearn to tell him. I could not notify him for there I did not know my name as well..I turned around and kept walking feeling his eyes on my like a hawk, consuming every little detail in my body. What if Mistress Charles was to find out he was speaking to me. I would be locked away for something that master Charles did. I looked back at him quickly while I saw head master step in front of me.
“Woman what are you doing? Go to your kitchen now! “He howled with his face red as firer as his green eyes burned my vision.
Before I could step up the stairs that lead to the house I saw master Charles jump out from behind the tree. He ran to his father trying not to get this white and black suit covered with mud. His dark brown hair was flowing in the wind he looked as if he was a scared little dog.
Once Charles was next to his father he was painting. “Who is she?” he asked taking a deep breath then standing up strait. “Do we know her?”
Head master looked at me with bulging eyes. He was not going to answer for he was to mad . I was in a panic what to say without telling him I really was a slave. He would not believe it though almost all Americans thought slavery was over. I spoke the first thing that came to my mind.
“I work here.” I quickly responded “I am a maid” head master let out a sigh as if my answer was good enough.
Master Charles looked confused and partly aggravated. I looked back at head master, he nodded in agreement .When Charles mother stepped out of the house with her daughter in her arms she seemed quite happy and did not look mean at all.
“Will you please all come in?” she asked looking me in the eyes. Although she had a smile on her face her eyes were filed with evil waiting to come out when the kids were in bed.
We all followed her to the parlor where she sat her daughter on the large white sofa. Master Charles and the head master sat next to her. I stood up with my hands tucked behind my back. When I looked to the gowned I saw mistress’s black high heels in front of me they summand me next to her as she sat in her leopard printed chair.
“As you see girl this is my family and you will treat both of them as well as you treat me and the head master.” She looked me in the eyes.” You will call my son master Charles and my daughter Mrs. Charles.” I nodded to her saying.
“Yes Mistress” I responded.
“We are having a large party with my friends and family tonight to celebrate the arrival of my children, no one will talk to you and you won’t talk to them” she looked at her children, they both nodded.
I was up in my room an hour before the party. I made all the food and set the table. Mistress Charles will certainly take all the advantage herself. As the clock struck six guests were just arriving. Women were in their best dresses and the men in their finest suits. I sat on my blanket looking outside through the little holes in the attic. I had my nicest dress on that I worn to the mistresses ester party it was not quit small I must not have grown.
It was purple with lace and jewels. I had my hair up, as always, I had never brushed my hair or ever let it down. Mistress cut it and it has never grown. I kept my eyes on the guest until everyone was their. As I heard the commotion of the party down stairs I saw master Charles in his white suit with his hair nicely cut walking along outside. I stood up and looked closely out the small window I had left open for more air.
He sat on the small bench outside the house looking at the twilight slowly fading away. I looked up at the stars that were slowly appearing in the south twinkling down at me. I smiled to myself at the sight of the wonderful sky. The air was getting cold so I shut my diminutive window tight. The load crash of my widow must have startled Master Charles because he quickly looked at where the noise came from. I hid under my widow seal and quickly looked through my peep hole.
“It’s too late to hide” he said loud enough for me to hear.
I took a deep breath should I look up? Should I show him where I was? How could he have seen I was the one who closed the window? All the questions postponed me from the reason why I was hiding. I looked out my peep hole he was still on the bench looking at my window waiting for my answer.
“Girl look” he said standing up “I know you’re in there.”
I looked down at what I was warring. I took down my hair and started to braid it. After I was done I took another deep breath and stood up. I opened my window and the lovely smile appeared on his face.
I sighed “So I am.” Are eyes met.
“Why are you not at the party?” he asked looking serious.
“Well you are not in there so it must be boring” I said he looked to the ground and smiled.
The fading sun lightly reflected of his hair and lit up his green eyes. His skin looked tan and smooth. He kept his white smile on his face and looked to me and my stomach did a turn. He was different then what I had pitcher for a mistress son. He was nice, gentle, and calm. He made you want to be with him he was calling me with his bright green eyes. He made me smile.
“Why don’t you come down here?” he asked me with pleading eyes.
I only wish I could I thought. I shook my head no and looked with apologetic eyes. He looked disappointed. I looked down at how far it would be to jump. It was too high…way too high.
“You can’t even try?” he pleaded, I sighed he knew I could not. “Hold on” he gestured running quickly to the house.
The next thing I knew he was up in the attic with a tray of food and water, I smiled and so did he.
“What is all this about?” I said looking to the tray then to him.
“It was the only way mum would let me see you” he set the tray down and came to the widow where I was standing.
Why see me I was nothing but a house servant. My legs started to shake when I felt the light touch of Master Charles’s hand. It was smooth and gentle he brought me to the floor next him and he kept a tight grip on my hand. I looked to him in a questing way. He was holding my hand although we have only talked a few times.
“Is this ok?” he asked looking to are united hands.
I asked the question to myself once or twice. His hand in mine felt right but the voice inside me yelling let go! Let go! He is using you! The footsteps on the stairs startled me I ripped my hand from his strong grasp and stood up flatting my dress.
Mrs. Charles walked in to the room with her curly fiery red hair. Her blue eye filled with curiosity and excitement. She looked at me then to her brother.
“Mum wants you Kavin” she said with her supple voice with her petite white smile peaking out of her rosy red lips.
Kavin, Kavin Charles? What an odd name but so wondrous at the same time it suited him. He nodded and went to his sister. He raped her in his durable arms and she laid her head on his shoulder. At that time he looked like a father. He was a loving brother he was perfect and I could see she loved him too.
“Good night” I said looking in to his sister’s eyes she slimed and barred her head deeper into his shoulder.
He started out the door then stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and headed back in to the attic. “What is your name?”
My name? Yes, my name what would I say. I don’t have a name perhaps pip nevertheless. What name is that? It is not a name but it would have to work for now.
“P-pip” I stumbled out
“Pip? Very nice I like it” he smiled at me my stomach did another turn I held on the wall to stop the tingling inside me. “Goodnight, pip” I looked to the floor and smiled.
When I looked back up his beautiful body was gone.
The next morning I woke with the sound of commotion down stairs. I stood up and rubbed my eyes to see clearly. I walked to the end of the stairs and slowly went down them. I hid behind a wall and tilted my head to see who was yelling. Kavin sat in a chair with his little sister on his lap. His head was to the ground and his eyes filled with shame.
“What were you doing up there with that girl!” mistress Charles yelled, pacing up and down the parlor.
“Mum I didn’t do anything! You treat her like crap and you expect me to handle it!” he yelled, barging up ward while lightly putting his sister down.
I stood there shocked at what he was saying to her. How he was talking back like that. For sure that would get me killed let alone if it was my own mother. I flipped back around my corner and hurried up the stairs while the lovely silence of the morning was still there. The silence was broken once I heard the hard boot steps of Mr. or head master Charles pounding his way to my room. I quickly jumped under my ragged blankets and put them over my head as I lied still less on the cold hard wood floor.
The squeak of the door made my heart pound more and more. My body was shacking with fear, I was afraid that whoever was accompanying me in this vary room would know I was surly not asleep. I griped the blanket harder before the man in my room ripped it off with a chunk of my hair. I faked being asleep as a possum would dead. I thought about nothing over the person right above me, nothing of the hot breathing I felt close.
I was with my mother cooking and we were sharing smiles soon I did not notice the man calling pip in the distance. When I opened my eyes I saw the midnight brown hair and the gem stone green eyes looking at my rag doll body lying limp under his indescribable beauty. I stood up with a weary smile on my face.
“There is a door” I said pointing to it “Wear you can knock” he laughed and smiled grabbing my hand and haling me to my feet.
“Mum and dad need you down stairs” bring me to the door “Right know”
“Oh joy” I said under my berth smiling. He laughed.
We walked down the stairs with my hand still in his grasp. When we entered the parlor I tugged to let go as I saw mistress and head masters eyes follow my hand with every move.
“Morning” I spoke to everyone.
“Morning” head master said standing up coming to my spot.
He walked around me with apprehensive eyes. Then he stopped in front of me still starring at my body.
“Pull back your dress” he stipulated
“wha-“ before I can say my word master Charles griped the fabric of my dress and pulled it back to make my body’s shape more visual.
“Yes she is more of a woman” said Mistress Charles.
“What is this for mistress?” I asked looking down at my body then to her.
“You are now a teenager but still a young girl we have to deal with you already we don’t want to deal with a chilled”
“What!” Charles and I side mutually.
Master Charles and I were in no need for a relationship and will not be having one. He would hold my hand but I would not feel like he does for me. As much as I like it I would not ever be with him for he might be just like his parents but it would be imposable to prove it, he would never hurt me.
“You can’t trust her!” he yelled “I bet you can’t trust me ether”
“I can’t trust her to make breakfast on time let alone with a sixteen year old boy!” the mistress yelled back.
I ran in to the kitchen not thinking about what she had said. I put pans and pot on to the stove grabbing items out of the covered and pouring them into bowls. I flipped the pancakes and French toast. I cooked the eggs and put of the bacon. The toast popped out of the toaster and pilled it on a tray as well as the bacon, French toast, and pancakes.
I went to the tabled and put on the best table cloth we had with are fine china and sliver ware. I brood the coffee and put it in china cups. I lit the candles and places all the food on are table for ten. I barged into the parlor while everyone was still just talking their mouths away.
“There your meal is done!” I yelled loud enough for the talking to stop.
Everyone followed me to the dining room full of the sun’s light. The winter white and brick red cretins opened wide so the large fields could peak into our house. Everyone sat down in silence as I brought Mrs. Charles and Kavin something to drink.
“This is very good” head master said clearing his throat while I poured him more coffee.
As everyone finished their food and took their last sips of their drinks I cleaned off the plates and washed the dishes. Then I headed out to the barn with a bucket of chicken feed. I went to see are new foal and pet him while he drank this mother’s milk.
“Hello, pip” said a voice from behind me.
I turned with surprise I should I have seen it coming Kavin standing there with this eyes wide with sorrow. “Kavin” I sighed and turned back to the foal.
Kavin came to me as I stork the cream foal and put his hand on top of mine so I would stop and look at him. I stood there not looking at him but feeling his strong arms around me and his warm hand on mine. I pulled away and walked to the other side of the mare. I brushed her main and still kept my eyes off the jewel standing on the other side of me. I didn’t want to talk to him about anything right know, anytime, at all. Once I saw him coming to my side I made a quick dash to stall door.
He fallowed as I planed, I slammed it in his path with a quick lock. I stepped back and looked at him. He was pulling and slamming to get the door open I smiled and walked away. As I was heading out the door a huge grasp from behind knocked me out of berth. My eyes were closed the whole fall when I opened I was face to face with person I thought I had left behind, His green eyes with the reflection of mine. I instantly saw I was lying on him we were chest to chest. I put my hands to his chest and pushed up. He let out a gasp and I dashed off out the barn.
“Pip! Pip! Wait!” I heard the echo of his voice half way to the house.
I stopped on the steps looking out at his limp body running to my presents. The wind was brushing my strands of hair falling out of my bun. I could not just stand here forever but I had to. I waited for him to come then I walked to him. When I got to him he started to yell,
“You can’t go running off like that mum would think we were doing something else and it would be your-“
I cut him off by placing a hand over his mouth and shoving him behind a tree. “What do you want?” I scold
He grabbed my hand and through it to my side “I wanted to talk to you before went all passionate”
“I really don't want to talk to anyone right know! I didn’t want to talk to you is that be okay!? I can’t stand your family right know! They always are treating me like I am….am just a piece of rubbish!” I screamed as he stepped closer to my body.
“Then why do you let them treat you like that? You let them control you like you have lost yourself they hold everything about you. like you don’t know who you are! Like you don’t even know when to stop looking after my parents! ” he was now looking down into my eyes.
I didn’t know who I was. His parents did hold everything about me everything of who I am. I could let him stand there and think I was just some buffoon who never did anything for herself. I never had time to do things for myself; his parents would not let me. His parents would not let me eat anything besides bread and water. Would not let me take a shower would not let me brush my hair or keep it down. I have been in rages all my life! I pushed him to the tree as he said his last words.
“I bet my life in much harder than yours your parents love you. You are not travelling the world with no friends and not being with the ones you love”
I stared blankly into his eyes and pondering over the words he had just said.”Let me tell you Kavin I do know more then you will ever know about me! I know that my mother died because of your mum! I do know that I have been a slave by your family since I was four! I know that your family is as cruel as people were years ago!
“I know that you will never have the live that I do. I don’t know my name where I came from who are my birth parents or how to spell my own name! I don’t have friends because I have never gone to school! If I were to go to school now I would be in kindergarten at the age of fourteen! You have a name and a family! I have farm animals and an attic and you expect me to feel sorry for you!” tears were running down my face as I backed up and fell to the grown and sobbed
“Then why don’t you just leave!” he yelled coming to me.
“I don’t have a chose I never have! And I can’t leave now because I have something to care about in the first eight years!”
“Who!?” he yelled like I had no hart in my body like I did nothing for others
“You, you jerk! I care about you!” I got up and ran to the back door while Kavin stood their vacant from the word I have just told him.
I barged through the door of the large white house and charged up the stairs to the attic. I lay on my blanket and cried until I was asleep. I waited in the night looking up at the sealing as I dreamed away about never could be. As night turned to day my eyes slowly opened. I sat up on the rusted floor and looked at my old wooden room. Someday I will leave here with or without my true love.
Kavin belonged in my heart but hatred belonged in his. He seem like a different person the one who made you laugh but know he is the cruel young man his parents raised him to be.
The next morning I woke with an ace in my chest. My face felt dry and my eyes where sore. I got up and changed into my rags. I pulled up my dress and sigh thinking of how revolting I must look. I let down my hair and let if fall as I sat on the grown. I rubbed my hand on my ribs, I grabbed my rags and tossed them behind me. I did not want to wear them I sat in my bra and under ware just lying on the grown hopping to be lost in my dreams. I did not care who sees me or if the head mistress walked in on me. Let me get beat……I just want to rest.
~Present day slave~
Page 1 steps looking out at his limp body running to my presents. The wind was brushing my strands of hair falling out of my bun. I could not just stand here forever but I had to. I waited for him to come then I walked to him. When I got to him he started to yell,
The next morning I woke with an ace in my chest. My face felt dry and my eyes where sore. I got up and changed into my r