Not So Much a Slave than Toy (Emo love story)

    Chapter 1  – My mom WHAT?

    I asked walking into the kitchen. I looked up. She wasn’t the only one in the room. There was a tall emo looking guy who looked only a year older than me (I’m turning 14 next month). He caught my attention and I pulled my bangs over my face to hide his gaze that seemed to never leave me.

    “I’m selling you.” She said curtly and short, like she wasn’t even in the same room anymore. “I can’t take your blasted music, your depressing gettup and your attitude anymore! So I found Derrick,” She pointed to the guy “He is a lord’s son from Scotland. His parents have been looking for servants, I only expect you to come back when you learn to respect me.” She turned away and set a duffelbag on the table. I packed your clothes and I want you out of my sight as soon as possible.” So thats where all my clothes were going!

    “Wait, mum, you can’t just sell me! I’m your daughter! And you especially can’t sell me to a guy thats only 15!” She didn’t turn to look at me, but simply said

    “you’re not my daughter anymore Jeanie.” and went back to filleting salmon. Derrick grinned devilishly and grabbed my duffel bag. He came up and threw me over his shoulder and started walking outside. I let myself fall limp. I knew this day would come, and I wasn’t going to struggle. I just never imagined that it would be my own mother to let me go like that. The headphones around my neck settled over my ears as I bounced on Derrick’s back. Marilyn Manson was playing and I closed my eyes, Letting the lyrics sink in. Derrick stopped at a limo parked outside the house, a very tall old man rushed to open the door. Derrick set me in one of the seats and slid in after me. I scooted as far away as possible from him and lay down, just staring at the floor.

    “I don’t think the name Jeanie suits you.” He said in a light voice that made my heart flutter “from now on your name is Raine.” and threw a small smile at me. I nodded and looked at the floor again. “Albert!” He shouted to the cab driver “How much longer til we’re to the airport?” The old man looked back at us through the mirror.

    “About another half hour my Lord.” He said. Derrick sighed and grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge in the corner. I reached in my hoodie’s pocket and pulled out my Ipod, I turned it up to full blast and looked out the tainted black window.

    “You won’t be allowed to have that back at the estate.” He said and held out his hand. I grumbled and slammed it into his fist. It was still blasting Disturbed songs. He turned it off and put it in his pocket.

    30 Long and Silent minutes later, we arrived at the airport. The chauffeur opened the limo door for us, and we stepped out.

    “Stay close to me.” He whispered in my ear “For now, Albert is my grandfather I was visiting with my girlfriend, thats you, and he wanted to see us back to Scotland safely. I already have our passports.” I just nodded again and he grabbed my hand. I had to bite my shirt collar to keep from shouting at him. For some reason, I felt love and hate for him at the same moment, and I hardly knew him.

    Derrick pulled me up to the counter with him, and they weighed my duffel bag and did the stuff they normally do at an airport. Another half hour later, we were ready to board the plane. We were in second class, as Derrick said that he was “in cognito” and many people actually belived we were dating, because of the way we dressed. Both of us were wearing My Chemical Romance shirts and Skinny jeans. I hated that people were so stereotypical. I ignored all of them and watched the television that was in the aisle.

    Chapter 2 – Are You Sure I’m Not in Heaven?

    Considering we were flying from California to Scotland, I was going to get tired, and I couldn’t help but doze off on Derrick’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind, he was asleep aswell. Albert had to wake us up when it was time for the plane to make a pit stop. “We’re switching planes Master Derrick.” He’d said nudging our arms. I yawned and looked out the plane window, it was still late into the night. So I grabbed my duffel from the compartment and followed Albert and Derrick off the plane.

    “Where’s our next one?” I asked looking around.

    “Our next jet, is a private one. Rented out by Master Derrick’s parents for special occasions and traveling long distances.” Albert told me and started walking us to the far side of the airport. There wasn’t a board walk, so we had to climb down onto the runway and board the plane from a ladder. The second I stepped through the latch door my jaw dropped to the ground. There was a fridge, flat screen, hottub, dance floor and stereo system all in that one part of the plane. Derrick saw my look and grinned.

    “Like I said, my parents are rich.” He said and walked past me to get a pepsi out of the fridge. Since no one else was in the room, I took some time to ask questions.

    “Where exactly in Scotland do you live?” I asked. Derrick looked at me from the kitchen.

    “Larkhall. Its in South Lanarkshire. My fathers great-great-great-great-grandfather founded it.” He replied.

    “So your last name is Larkhall? I think I had to read about you guys one time for a history report on Scotland.”

    “You probably did. Us Larkhall’s had a great reputation for starting wars and such thinks of the likeness.” He’d said in a slight scottish accent that only now did I notice he had been talking with the whole time. I shifted my legs.

    “What are your parents like?”

    “They’re…decent. I mean, they treat servants fairly enough, but they don’t like them having a rank higher than chef. None of them are allowed elctronics or entertainment, and you have to do your chores or there are consequences.” He caught the worried look on my face, and quickly said “But I wouldn’t worry, they normally go easy on newcomers.” He grabbed the remote off the table and flipped on the TV and for the rest of the plane ride we spent laughing at Tom and Jerry episodes. I was having so much fun I almost forgot why I was on that plane in the first place. Almost. The Plane landed at 6:00 in the morning at a very small airport. The only reason I had woken up at the moment was because of Derrick’s loud snoring. I pushed him off his beanbag and he woke up with a snort.


    “I’m not tap dancing!” He yelled.


    “Nothing. Are we here?”

    “You tell me. You’ve lived here longer.” I replied. Albert then came in through the latch and told us to come out and that a limo was waiting to take us to Larkhall Manor. I found it extremely odd that Albert was the only one who talked with a british accent out of everyone I’d know in scotland over the years. So we followed him off the plane and we slid into a limo that seemed just like the one we took from my house to the airport back in America.

    Even if Larkhall was a small town it took us about an hour to get to the manor because it was far out in the country. The second I stepped out of that limo, my jaw dropped farther than hell. It was at least six stories tall with a stable, guest house, servants quarters, swimming pool and anything else you could imagine in your dream mansion.

    “My parents are out on a buisness trip, so they’ll have to meet you when they get back.” He said “In the meantime, I’ll show you around.” Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the servants quarters. He intoduced me to the two girls I would be working with in the kitchens and the equestrian trainer, apparently I would be cleaning the stables with him. Three long hours later we had toured the entire house and went over my every chore. I sat down on the steps outside the servants quarters and rubbed my feet. They were aching from that walk. Derrick sat down next to me and handed me a water bottle.

    “Thanks.” I muttered and sipped at it quietly while he bent over and picked a fox flower from the shade. He twirled it around in his fingers and then put it behind his own ear.

    “That makes you look pretty.” I laughed. I felt like the only fun moments I had in my life were with him..

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