I'm a maid but my master thinks otherwise part 3 (ongoing)

Jimmie + Courtney CHAPTER 1

1 month later

I fall back onto my comfortable straw bed up in the attic. The lumionos moon shines bright in the velvet-midnight sky above. My mind wanders over to the days before I came to the countryside. The horrible master, the gossipy maids, and the kind masters son... My heart feels like it's been plunged into acid, the thought of him sends tears into my eyes. It's only now I realise, that I love him.

I'm Sofia, Not maid 101# - Why am I not happy? The country life does not suit me. It feels like all the farm animals hate me, even if I feed them leftovers, although I've just realised hen don't like mashed patato. My cheeks are rosy now, from the fresh country air, and I'm being fed well. Why am I not happy? I will never be if I don't get a chance to explain to the masters son, and soon my brain invents terrible nightmares- Or as I call it, reliving memories.

MORNING

"GET UP!!!! Come on lazy girl, you need to earn a living!" Jimmies mum, or as I'm meant to call her, Aunt, bounds up the stairs and pounds open by attic door. Her tone is kind though, so I follow her down to the kitchen. Jimmie is sitting slouched behind one of the round tables, only in a pair of work trousers. My eyes breifly wander over his abs, toned and tanned body. His arrogance annoys me so I don't let him realise how satisfied I am by his bronze chest.  Sitting on his lap, twirling her caramel hair around her finger, is Courtny. She leaks bitterness and confidence into the room like poisonos gas.

"Yo maid-girl, gettus a cuppa!" Jimmie calls out. I roll my eyes, but seeing as Aunt is there, decide not to aurgue. "Yes ur highness!" The sarcasm dripps off my voice as I grab a cold jug of milk off a pack of ice in the corner. "No milk! I like it dark, milk coffee is for kiddies." He smirks, mischieve flashing in his icy blue eyes. "hough I understand why yur so used to puttin milk in, being a kid u'self!"
He seriously annoys me. I wont let him trample over me again. "Yeh well, I'm making it MY way!" and I pour a whole load of milk into the cup. Courtny snickers, "Childish aint she? Couldn't help noticing her eyeing up My Jimmie's abs like a kid at lollipop!"
"LIAR!" I shirek and swing around, so half of my strawberry blonde hair spills out of my messy updo.  "Oh and, make the coffe yourself, just the way Jimmie likes it!" Jimmie seems amused and surprised but also irritated, "Courtny, I aint your jimmie, I'm just Jimmie Aight?" He turns to me, with a look like thunder plastered onto his face, his jaw clenched. "I asked you to do'it!"

Aunt has walked out of the room by now, So i feel brave. "So? I'm tired of being a maid, I didnt escape from one masters house to another just to become a slave again!" Jimmie rises. "Your a runaway, ur lucky we took u in!" A lump forms in my throat. Courtney coo's, "Awwwrrr, the wee fing is cwaying! Everything about her is wee', her height, her hands, even her goddam feet, oh and her bust, or lack of it!" She snickers even more before eyeing me suspicously. "'ANGON! You were completely flat chested like a boy yestrde' but now ur chest 'as gone bigger!" I blush, pleasse dont find out my guilty secret.

Jimmie raises and eyebrow, walks up to me, then shoves his hand down the collar of my dress, his muscular rough hands brushing against my skin, "STOP, GEDDOF!" He fishes out a pair of socks I used to make my chest bigger, smirking. "Stuffing, eh?" "YOU HAVE NO AUTHORITY TO PUT YOUR HAND DOWN MY FRONT WITHOUT PERMISSION! It's happened before, I won't let it happen again!" My thoughts go back to the master and I whisper the last bit. Jimmie looks guilty, "So-" But I'm out the door, dripping with anger, fear humuliation, My skin tingles from the bit he touched. This is it! I'm running away again!