Owned

Chapter Thirteen

  "I'm just not hungry right now, I'll probably come get a snack later", I pushed my mop into my water and stirred the soap around.

  "Okay, well I'll cya later then", he smiled then walked back to the drying table.

  "Cya", I muttered and lifted my bucket. I walked into the living area first and began there. I couldn't stop thinking about how James was acting. He pretended to be so caring, then turn around and shove me away! I slammed the mop a little too hard on the ground and water splashed on my legs.

Ugh. I kept mopping, hoping no one else would try to talk to me. I was too sad at the moment to talk to anyone. I finished the living area and the dinning room, cleaned my mop and bucket and then headed back up stairs to my room. I walked past the doors as quick as I could and once I made it to my door, I shut it and locked it. I turned around to my bed and climbed inside. I pulled my blanket over my head and silently cried.

When I woke up, I felt sweat on the back of my neck. I wiped it with my hand and looked at my soaked pillow case. I don't remember dreaming anything to cause me to sweat, and it wasn't hot in the house. The small hairs on the back of my neck were tangled and wet. I ran my fingers through them and pulled. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was seven already. I got up and went to the bathroom and decided to head down to dinner. I didn't even check the menu to see what they made for tonight.

I walked down the stairs and a couple of guys stared at me. Once I was in the living area they each smiled at me. I smiled back and kept walking. At least everyone was nice to me. I walked into the dinning room, causing many people to turn and stare. I was trying to act like it didn't make me nervous, but I'm sure they could tell it did.

I walked up to the food table and grabbed a plate. I made my way down, scanning what they made. There was bread sticks, salad, chicken Alfredo and spaghetti. I grabbed a bread stick, one of the small salad bowls, and made my way down to the spaghetti. I looked at the noodles and then the sauce. I wonder if there was meat in the sauce.

Would that be rude of me to ask? What if they get upset about me asking or think I'm weird. I stood there debating on asking Mave, an older woman who did most of the cooking.

  "Ms.Cassidy, are you okay?", she caught my attention.

I shook my head slightly, come on, just ask!

  "I..uh, yeah, does the sauce have meat in it?", I asked, feeling stupid as the words left my lips.

  "Yes dear, there's ground beef in it. Why? Can you not eat beef?", she asked concerned.

  "Oh, no..it's not that. I'm a vegetarian", I felt my face flush, embarrassed.

  "Oh, well, I can heat you up some sauce without any meat in it, if you would like", she began to walk back to the kitchen.

  "No! No..it's fine. Please, don't go out of your way to do that. I will be fine".

She waved her hand at me, "Nonsense young one. You are going to eat my spaghetti, I didn't slave all day for you not to try it!", she walked into the kitchen and left me standing there.

I waited for a couple of minutes, feeling awkward but she came back with a small pot in her hand and a spoon, "Now put you a big scoop of noodles on your plate", she nodded her head towards the noodles.

I sat my salad bowl down and picked up the tongs, putting some noodles on my plate.

  "Are you trying to insult me? You better put more on there", she grinned at me.

I laughed awkwardly, "Okay..okay..", I put more on my plate.

  "This should put a smile on your face", she scooped a spoonful of sauce onto my plate.