Chapter 6

Lena's Point Of View.

(364 days more)

"You walk this way to the dining."He said and I nodded

"Serve the food." He said and I nodded, there were different varieties of food on the table. So I took what I wanted to eat.

I took the basket filled with soft bread and he muttered, I heard his voice but I couldn't understand what he said.

"Do not take the basket up. Start over."He had this demanding tone and damn I hated it.

I picked a few slices and placed them on my plate.

"Guest first, Gwen." I should get myself ready, this would be my name for a month. I nodded and placed five pieces on his plate.

"Two. Not five, do you even know how to eat properly? "He asked .

"Yes I do."

I had experience in serving in restaurants. Maybe that experience was not enough.

I had served him his food and he seemed to be impressed as he said nothing.

I placed some bread on my plate and used the butter knife to cut it open before rubbing a good amount of garlic butter in it.

"Gwen, that food is too much, take just two-piece of bread."His voice was authoritative as always and I hated it.

"It wouldn't be enough for me."I gestured and he sighed.

"Just two pieces of bread Gwen. You already have so much weight and you look like you were picked from the gutter, you don't need to eat. Just water would do."He rolled his words out smoothly and I knew he said this to make me feel hurt, his words always made me hurt. Such a weird man.

"But it wouldn't be enough, it won't satisfy me."I explained.

"Say that one more time and you'd end up having your breakfast for dinner." His eyes were so cold and he gave me a very harsh tone. I gulped hard and mentally pinched myself. 'You do not want to have to skip breakfast because of him." I bit my lips then placed the other three pieces of bread back into the basket.

"Take fresh bread, drop the buttered one." As his commanding voice said this I bit my lips again to avoid me from crying. So this is really what I have gotten myself into, this is the only way for me to get my father treated.

I placed the bread back and took fresh ones. I sat on the chair and wanted to eat but he had his eyes on me all the time.

Mr Roma took a few bites from his bread and other side dishes on his plate then stood up instantly.

He walked towards me and stood at my back, I was finding it so hard to have a bite of my food with his eyes on me. I drank from a glass of fresh grape juice.

"Do not slouch!" He demanded. He wasn't telling me, he was ordering me and I hated it so much.

I sat and straightened my back, then took another bite.

"Do not take big bites. For peace sake you are a lady."He grunted and I mentally took a mental note of that.

I kept trying to eat as this was the first lesson but he wasn't helping me. I took another bite and stared at my plate, I didn't want to take my head up, even if he was at my back, he was making me feel so less of myself and I hated it.

"Do not stare at your food that way, the food isn't running away you fatty."I hated that he was talking to me this way. He reminded me of my childhood and how troublesome my high school days were.

I gulped the drink down. "Do not gulp your drink, take a sip."He corrected. I hated this and I was already fed up.

I tried to push my chair backward but he was fast and he held me locked there.

"Where do you think you are going to?" He leaned down on the chair and I could feel him at my back, my heart gave a thud for God knows what he wanted to do to me.

"I'm done eating."

"No you are not."

"Eat!" He ordered but I wasn't in the mood for that anymore, my appetite had long gone when he made a comment about me being fat.

I sat still and didn't try to touch the food.

"Do not slouch, Gwen!" I nodded and looked at the plate.

"Now eat."I nodded.

I felt like I was his slave. I felt so pathetic and awful, I hated this feeling but it would stay until a year would be over.

It will be a very long year. 364 days more, you got this Lena.

Maybe the only time I'd be able to hear that name is when I call myself that.

I had the most terrifying and horrible breakfast of my life and the moment he excused me, I scurried to my room.

The maid, Irene, wanted to go in with me but I didn't let her, I wanted to be on my own. Maybe I wanted to sit and try my best to adjust to this new life and this new man in my life, this man that I call my husband.

I stripped myself and walked into the closet, I mentally screamed when I realized how big the closet was, varieties of clothes filled the closet. I realized, the closet was bigger than my entire room back in America and my new room? The room Is as big as my entire house.

I picked a simpler baby pink dress and strapped the cloth around my body.

I walked out of the closet and laid on the bed to rest.

As iaid on the bed, I realized how much my life had changed in 24 hours. I now lived in a very big and beautiful house and had everything I ever wanted since I was a child but I hated it so much.

This was not the life I planned.