"Change of Plans" (Asi/Theia)
Yep, things were royally fucked.
So he was sending her home for good. There was no fighting him, not this time. She should have realized from the beginning the tone in his voice obviously wasn’t the same tone he usually used when speaking to her. She knew she was a mess, and she really needed to try harder, but what could she do? She felt useless, powerless over everything that’s happened to her in the past month. She felt pathetic and sorry for herself, she lost control of the situation but most of all she lost control of herself.
She stood in her room for a few minutes but it seemed like forever. She didn’t move, or make a sound. She just stood still, her mind and heart racing. The headache she had was worse than before. Soon she was racing to the bathroom hurling over the toilet. She couldn’t tell whether she was sick from the alcohol or if the whole state of affairs made her sick, either way she didn’t feel any better once she was done.
She cleaned up and took a quick shower, remembering that she only had 30 minutes to get ready to leave. She quietly gathered her belongings into the bag she had when she first arrived. She straightened up the room and got dressed. She hoisted her bag over her shoulder and looked back at the room one last time before heading out front where he was waiting. She took her seat in the front and remained quiet throughout the whole ride, staring out of the window.
Soon they arrived back at her house. Suddenly she felt ashamed and guilty for having failed her family, but also failing herself.
She got out of the car and headed to the front door, her master following close behind. She opened the screen door and rang the doorbell several times. The door finally opened and standing behind it was none other than her younger sister. Her heart sank, hoping that her aunt would have opened the door instead, so as not to alert the other children she knew would come down to greet her.
“Ally!” Her sister gasped throwing her arms around her, “I’ve missed you so much! Have you finally come back for good? Is that awful man finally going to leave Ambie alone? Or are you just visiting?”
Aletheia stepped inside, taking a look back at her master to see if he had come inside as well, “I’ll talk to you about it later, Thalia. This is Ambrose’s master.” She pointed to the man, momentarily forgetting his name, but knowing it didn’t matter, ”Where’s Aunt Leda? Ambrose is upstairs right?”
“Y-Yes. Auntie Lee went to work already. She won’t be back until later, but Ambrose is upstairs. He’s doing a lot better today that’s for sure.”
“Alright. I’ll be taking Mr. Duran upstairs, make sure the others don’t go snooping around.” She turned to her master, “This way.” She said flatly, leading him up the narrow staircase to a spacious second floor. She stopped in front of one door and opened it. The room was two separate colors, split down the middle one side was lavender and the other side was a sage green. The purple side was filled with posters of boys and bands and there was girly stuff everywhere, but it was all neatly organized. The other side was simple except for a desk that was filled with notebooks, CD’s and in the middle, a keyboard. She tossed her bag towards the green side before quickly closing the door and leading the way to another set of steps, but it was short, only five instead of a whole flight.
She knocked on the door and heard Ambrose’s hoarse voice answer allowing her to come in. She turned to Ambrose’s master and asked him to wait. She slipped into the bedroom closing the door behind her.
She spent a minute or two in the room explaining the situation to him and that Mr. Duran was there to pick him up. Once she was done explaining, he took a moment before asking to see his master.
She opened the door, “You can come in.” She waited for him to get into the room before leaving, and sitting at the bottom steps, waiting.
Asi carefully watched as the door to Ambrose’s home opened and his slave’s cousin was greeted by a younger girl who he learned was the female slave’s sister.
Raising an eyebrow at the two’s conversation, he could only imagine all the things she had said to her family about him. He was used to it but to say that it didn’t bother him that people think negatively of him would be a lie. He was of course bothered because he cared about his reputation
and ego. But he also had his responsibilities and often times, standing for them and keeping his foot down always made him the bad guy. Which was fine with him as long as he got the work done and it was done properly.
This was not a different case of course. He was protecting his asset, something he had spent a lot of money on. He might be one tough and a lot of times hard to deal with kind of Master but he knew how to take care of his slaves. They were well provided, even their families. They were well fed and dressed. The only time he would lose it or snap at them was when he thought he was disrespected or his orders weren’t properly followed.
Leading the way, Asi followed the female slave into the simple house he was visiting for the first time. He had driven there multiple times with Ambrose but he never asked or was never asked to come in until today. The house was simple but spoke of the family’s closeness as frame after frame of pictures of the family members adorned the simple walls; poverty can be seen everywhere he looked inside the house.
Making their way to the rooms upstairs, they first stopped at a small room that appeared to be his female slave’s that she shared with another person. Then they proceeded to Ambrose’s room. After checking on her cousin, the slave then turned to him and told him to go inside the room to meet with Ambrose.
Stepping inside his slave’s room, he gently closed the door behind him. The room was neat and organized although simple and small. Walking towards the bed where his slave lay, he gave out a small smile, genuinely glad to see the young man again.
"So, keeping the act up, huh?" He teased, letting his smile grew wider.
"Master," Ambrose’s voice was weak but still carried that lively tone the man always had. The slave who appeared much different from the slave he left more than a year ago raised his left hand to him.
Settling in the chair next to the man’s bed, he took the slave’s left hand, grasping it as he again speak. “What’s going on, Ambrose? Some fucking cold you got there…” He again joked, trying to lighten the obviously dark mood.
Ambrose tried to laugh but clutched his chest with his right hand.
"It’s alright, Ambrose… It’s okay…" He said, calming the younger man down.
He replied to the man’s call by fixing his eyes in the slave’s eyes that resembled Aletheia’s.
"I —" The man continued to speak which he listened to up until the very end.
When the man was done speaking, they both nodded, Ambrose’s gripping his hand one last time before letting go, a smile on the slave’s lips.
Standing up, he nodded to the man and walked towards the door, exiting the room. He found Ambrose’s cousin sitting in the steps.
"I need to speak to your Aunt," he said to her.