The Maid

The Maid

Boston and his parents had been living in the same house for years. Ever since he could remember. It was an old thing made of brick. It had a big fireplace with a chimney. Boston used to love watching smoke come out of it. Out the front door was a wide porch, taking up the whole front of the house. On the porch was a swing that Boston used to play on. Out the back door there was a set of stairs and a giant oak tree with a rope hanging from it. Except Boston’s parents said there wasn’t, but there was. The maid said she could see it too so Boston knew it was. The maid only used the back door. She said she wasn’t allowed to use the front door, since she was just a maid. Boston had wanted to convince his parents to let her use the front door, but she had said that they wouldn’t let her play with him anymore if he tried to. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to keep playing with her, so he didn’t. One time he had asked her why his parents always ignored her. She had said it was because the adults were supposed to pretend the maid didn’t exist. Boston had thought that was very mean, but she had told him not to tell them that either or they might get her in trouble. Boston hadn’t wanted to get her in trouble, so he hadn’t said anything and had started to pretend she didn’t exist around his parents as well. As he got older, it became habit to not talk about her. He started to accept that that was just how maids were treated, though he never ignored her when they were alone, no matter how old he got. She seemed happy about that. Often she would wake him in the middle of the night to play with her. He had tried to teach the kids at school the games she taught him, but he got in trouble. The teachers told him he shouldn’t hurt people. He had tried to explain that he just wanted to see how much they could take before begging him to stop. It was just a game! Instead of understanding, they would suspend him. When he tried to explain that the cuts up his arms and across his fingers were from him playing and that the bruises around his neck were just pretend, but, instead of wanting to play with him, they would send him to counseling. They told his parents he was “self harming”. He tried to explain that he wasn’t doing it, that it was a friend, but when they asked who, he couldn’t tell, since the maid said if he did, she’d get fired. Then they wouldn’t be able to play anymore.

There are a couple relieving months of nothing. Just boring days, going to school, going home, talking with Jr and Sam, and sometimes hanging out. You ask questions about being a werewolf any time you’re alone with the boys. It’s fascinating hearing Jr’s stories and the mechanics of different types of werewolves. You’re starting to relax and enjoy life. You know you shouldn’t. Any time you try reintegrate into “normal” everything shatters around you. This time is no acception. You, Jr, and Sam have been hanging out at a cafe all day, goofing around and having fun. You’ve learned to ignore Jr’s snarky comments by now, and you’re realising that he’s just not changing, but you’ve accepted that. He may be difficult to be around sometimes, but he’s still your friend. You giggle as you lead the way out of the cafe. It’s past dark by now, the stars and moon are out bright. It’s not a full moon, so you’re not worried about it being dark. The stars are beautiful and you lean your head back, enjoying the view. Jr and Sam are goofing off behind you, but you ignore them. Tonight is nice, and you want to remember this, the bright stars, the light breeze, the empty streets, it’s all so beautiful. You’re interrupted by a sudden outbreak of snarls in an alley near the cafe. You, Jr, and Sam all turn at the same time. A sudden howl goes up and Jr’s eyes widen, “That’s my pack.”

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Perks and Querks of Dating Jungkook

That whim you get of dating Jungkook even though you know you're way too old to be thinking about stuff like that and anyway you live in completely different countries but you still can't help but think of small querks and perks of dating him.......

1. Listening to him sing quietly to himself while he does random things that don't require thinking.

2. Staying up late and quietly listening to him rustle around, eat snacks, and do laundry (cause we all know he's fairly restless at night).

3. Holding him in your arms and carding your fingers through his slightly damp hair right after he gets home from dance practice, sweaty and exhausted. It's a little gross, with him being nasty and sweaty from working all day and if you're honest his breath doesn't smell the best (he's been snacking all day on junk food and his breath isn't exactly minty) but it's Jeon Jungkook and his first choice after coming home from work is to go straight into your arms to rest and that makes it all 180% worth it.

4. Asking him to dance for you and anticipating whether he'll be shy or cocky about it.

5. Going to his concert and screaming your lungs out and hoping against hope you get one flicker of eye contact with him and knowing that he's YOURS and ONLY yours, knowing it's not allowed and so very wrong but that's (even just a tiny bit) part of the thrill isn't it?

6. Laying your head in his lap and falling asleep to the feeling of him fidgeting with your hair and the sound of him singing softly.

7. Muscles.

8. Him being a brat and not wanting to share snacks, resulting in you chasing each other all over the house trying to get them, laughing and being dorks. It's a little childish, but he never had a child hood and this is the best he's got, and you're not as fast or strong as him and you can't keep going as long, but it's fun while it lasts.

9. Teasing him endlessly about how good his songs are and watching him blush.

10. Pictures pictures pictures pictures.

11. Having singing competitions with him. He always wins of course and it's embarrassing for you sometimes, but you still love it because Jeon Jungkook that's why.

12. That weird little criss cross position he sleeps in.

13. Bare face.

14. Buying him cheap little birthday presents even though he asked you not to and watching him do that little awkward smile as he looks at the trinket he could have bought a million of but it's the thought that counts.

15. Staring in shocked awe every time he walks through the door because no matter how many times it happens you'll never get used to the fact that you're dating THE Jeon Jungkook...

So I had my story written in a journal and lost the journal (this is why electronics are useful kids!)... But I found the journal so gonna get it on the computer, edit it, and hopefully post it very soon! Sorry for the long wait! It's coming soon! Really this time lol XD

When Boston was fourteen, his parents found him in his room with a knife through his stomach. He was hospitalized and his parents said he had “attempted suicide”. As soon as he was strong enough, he tried to tell them he hadn’t been trying to kill himself, someone had dared him to do it while they were playing truth or dare. His parents made appointments with a psychologist on account of him having no friends over… Ever… When he told the maid that, she punished him. She said it was because he had almost gotten her in trouble, that he should lie and say that he had tried to commit suicide. The punishment was harsh, too harsh to be a game. She sat on his bed and gestured for him to stand in front of her. He hesitated, but when her eyes narrowed, he hurried to obey. Once he was firmly between her knees, her legs clamped tight enough to bruise, she placed a hand on his stomach. His breath hitched and he stared at her, excitement and horror writhing around inside him. Then her fingers sank through his stomach. He whimpered and grabbed her wrist, but she was much stronger than he was. He coughed as her hand sank deeper in him and her fingers slowly wrapped around his intestines. He whimpered, tugging on her wrist, but she just gave him a condescending look and slowly started twisting his guts. He started to fight, coughing and struggling to get away, but she didn’t stop. He felt a rip and pop and could swear his waste was spilling out inside of him. He squeezed his eyes shut as blood ran from his mouth. It was filling his lungs now. He gagged. Finally, her hand retracted and he slumped into her, unable to fall on the floor as her legs were still holding him up with bruising force. Then her fingers were digging into his eye sockets. That’s when he started screaming. He fought and writhed and struggled to get away from her as she tried to claw his eyeballs out from under his eyelids. He sobbed and fought desperately, “No! No! Please I’m sorry please don’t-” His voice broke as he sobbed.

    His maid finally pulled back, laughing a little, “I think you’ve learned your lesson, yes?”

    Her knees loosened and Boston sank to the floor. She stroked his hair gently as he waited for the taste of blood to fade from his mouth. Her voice, now soft, filtered into his ringing ears, “If you mess up again, I’ll actually rip them out.”

    Boston whimpered and nodded, “I-I won’t mess up…”

    “Good…”

    She cleaned the blood up off the floor while Boston slept. She was the maid anyway and Boston had to go to the psychologist the next day. He slept fitfully that night, but the next day was prepared to lie.