More Than A Maid

Peter’s POV

I went into Bella’s room that night, haven made sure that Mom and Dad was fast asleep, so we won’t get caught.

I’ve secretly wept and wept, because Bella broke up with me; I haven’t even had the time to proof myself as a boyfriend; we’ve only began the complicated relationship. Things wasn’t going on smoothly for me, my mom has literally ganged up with Monica against me.. leaving me with no choice and frustrated.

“I’m sorry Bella, for putting you in this position. Or if I must have offended you, I’m sorry. I haven’t been myself these days, I’ve been emotional and mentally stressed up. Why did you break up with me? You don’t like me anymore.. give me sometime, I’ll fix these issues..” I rushed all the pleading words as soon as she opened up the door for me.

“Breaking up with you doesn’t mean that I do not like you anymore. Of course I do, I really like you Peter. But.. but.. i-i don’t think it’ll gonna work out for you, apart from the fact that we are just kids… also..”

I cut in coldly..

“I swear, Monica and I aren’t in a relationship” I said.

“I.. I’m seriously confused Peter, this is so wrong” She said.

“What’s wrong? That I like you instead? Like we both like eachother?”

“No. I.. I mean, yeah. It’s wrong. Your parents will never approve it. What are we even thinking Peter?! That’s why I said we shouldn’t have started the relationship in the first instance and now things are getting really difficult and mixed up for us” Bella spoke.

“I’ll fix it”

“No, you can’t. Just look at the suitation right now, you are just as confused as I am” Bella stated. That statement was supposed to sound pitiful but I felt torned apart because she’s right. I can’t even help, I can’t even save the girl I like because I’m just a young boy, the way my mom sees me as. I can’t even confront my mom and pour out my feeling, she’ll always end up provoking me.

“You can’t fix this Peter, sorry” Bella repeated. Her eyes was clouded with eyes, so as mine.

“What about the way we feel about eachother?” I asked. She was mute for a while but when she wanted to speak, I cut in again.. “Please don’t say we should kill the love” I said beforehand and she sighed then wiped her teary ears.

“Let’s remain just friends” She finally said.

“That’s not what two people in love does, Friends; you say?” I said.

“Yeah, friends.. with feelings. Perhaps, we should keep liking eachother till whenever, maybe by then, not only you but your mom, Monica.. will approve me for you… if not, I guess you’re right, we’ld have to kill the feelings” She concluded.

“Bella!” I called her name.

“Don’t make things difficult for you and I. This is fine by me, you should be happy with it. We are still friends but not lovers ever ever” She shook her head continuously.

I sniffed sadly and stared at her for a while before I finally said “Okay”

A tear rolled down her cheeks, she held my hand, just when I wanted to help her wipe them off. But even after she let go, I still went her ahead to wipe of the tear.

“Come here” I pulled her closer, I wanted to hug her but she moved away. Jeez! I hate this!

“You need return to your room now Peter” She said.

I insisted, I spread out my arm and came closer again.

“I don’t wanna be in your arm, I don’t wanna hug you. Please leave” She said.

I felt so heartbroken and rejected. I back-walked slowly, turned and walked out of her room. Fine! I’ve agreed to be just friends with her, then why is she sending me off like she doesn’t care.

Besides, I do not feel like we were ever in an extra relationship. It only felt like the Friend bond became more tight.

I tiptoed back to my room and cried myself to sleep.

* * *

Another Day.

Peter’s POV

I guess the only way to avoid my mom’s unreasonable trouble is to stay away from home for a while. Dad was too busy to know what was happening, let alone come to my aid.

I was the one who called for the unplanned meeting today with Francis and Vincent.

I changed into a simple casual wear and left the room. I wasn’t gonna ask for permission from my mom but unfortunately for me, I met her in the living room.

“Where are you going to Peter?” She asked me.

I’m not surprised, I’m now a kid.

“My friends” I responded.

“When last did you speak to Monica?” She asked me.

“For crying out loud? Why are you asking? There’s Monica and there’s me!” I screamed.

“Because she’s your girlfriend” My mom responded in her calmest tone. Calm but annoying.

“Girlfriend?” I scoffed.

I walked to the door, turned the knob then realized that it was locked and the key wasn’t there.

And my mom was right there, laughing hysterically.

“I overheard your conversation with your friends.. that you were going to meet them” She said.

“So are you depriving me from visiting my friends now?” I asked.

“No darling”

“Then why did you lock the doors! Give me the goddamn key!” I almost screamed.

“When last did you communicate with your girlfriend?” She asked again.

“I don’t know what you are talking about but she’s not my girlfriend” I murmured.

“Go back to your room. I think you wanna be grounded in this house” She looked away. I didn’t believe she said that.

“The day she came here last” I finally replied her. “Now give me the key” I demanded for it.

“She reported me to you. She don’t appreciate her visits and calls, making it look like she’s throwing at herself at you” My mom retorted.

“Isn’t that what she’s practically doing?” I murmured.

“Now it’s your turn. Go to her..”

“Never!”

“Or I plan a date for the two of you at my presence”

“Oh shit! That’s even worst” I muttered.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ll give you the key, if you’ld give meet her now. Monica will definitely put a call to me if you don’t” My mom said.

“I will” I quickly said.

Just then, Bella passes by.. she went into the kitchen.

Oh Jeez!

“Will you?” My mother ask.

“You want me to meet up with Monica right? I will do it. I’m practically a chained puppy, I’ll do whatever you say” I answered, giving a mischievous smile.

“Good!” She smiled too.

“The key..” I requested for it.

Bella can see it that, I’m being controlled.

My mom brought the key out from wherever she kept it and she threw it at me. I caught it and rushed to the door.

“Never ever ever will I go visit Monica. Mom, there’s something you just do not understand, I hate that girl. I don’t like the way you treat me too; don’t make me wanna hate you too” I fired and ran out of the house before she’ll do something I won’t like.

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To Be Continued