Twist

26 year old Alex Dumas was driving down the road in Tashmore Lake. She was hired to be Mort Rainey's new maid since the old one had quite a while back.


She didn't care her job on degrading, any job would be perfect. The fact that this one got her away from them was just a plus.


She couldn't go back...back to that hell hole. She didn't want to. Hell, she didn't even have to.


She knew that but it always felt like she was the only thing keeping her alive.


//Flash back\


“Mom!”


Sherie Dumas groaned, rolling over on her couch to face the wall. She tried to ignore the voice of her daughter but she just wouldn't go away!


“Mother.”


Ms. Dumas glanced over to see her daughter standing with her hands on her hips. She just rolled her eyes and pulled a blanket up over her face.


“What the fuck do you want, Alex?” She muttered.


“Oh please. Act your age. Its not my fucking fault you’ve got a hangover.” Alex tore the blanket off of her mother and opened the blinds across the room. Afternoon sunlit poured in through the window, making Sherie wince.


“Alex! What the hell?! Shut the fuckin blinds!” She yelled.


“No, you need to get up. It’s 5pm and its nobody’s fault but yours you stayed out all night.” Shereie glared at her daughter.


“Gah! What the fuck do you want anyway? ” She muttered.


Alex plopped down on the floor next to her mother. Even though she hated her, she could not help but feel just a tiny bit sorry for her. It wasn’t exactly her mother’s fault they were poor, was it?


No.


‘Shut up, I’m busy’ she told herself.


“Well I’ve got good news and bad news...which do you want first?”


Sherie made a noise of exasperation; it was too early for her daughter’s stupid games. “God, just fucking tell me!”


Take it easy...its not her fault she’s hung over.


‘Yes it is! Shes an irresponsible whore who always forgot i was alive!’ Alex yelled at her brain. ‘Now leave me alone!’


“Fine. Okay, good news is I got a job. A well paying job. Bad news is...I'm moving out” -her mother looked at her warningly- “I've taken care of your sorry ass since i was 16 ma. I’m going to live with Mr. Rainey.”


“What exactly is this so called well-paying job?” Sherie asked curiously.


“Housekeeper.”


Sherie Dumas snorted. Housekeeper? She rolled over, facing the wall again. She didn’t really care anymore if the couch smelled like puke.


“Fine. I don’t care. Do whatever the fuck you want you hussy. I've taken care of you all your life but, hey, its cool if you wanna leave me here to die!” She mother accused.


“Ah, the old guilt trip huh? Please. I fell for that enough times to know what your trying. And the sad part is you will die. You would rather die then actually work! Its not my responsibility anymore, ma. If you really cared about yourself, witch i doubt you do, then you'd get off your ass, get a job, and GROW UP!“ Alex shouted.


Her mother turned around again, facing her now. “Get out of my house.” Her voice was low, warning.


“With pleasure.” Alex stormed back up to her room, slamming the door after her. She couldn’t believe it, she was free!


No...your not, and you know it. We both know it!


“Fuck off” Alex whispered. She paced around her room, some what nervous ...she couldn’t wait until tomorrow, when Mr. Rainey had asked her to come.


She decided to stop pissing around, and get packed. She was leaving tomorrow morning, at nine. It was a little embarrassing to have to take her beat up car, but oh well. She didn’t particularly care anymore...


Alex pulled a suitcase out from under her bed, and began to toss things into it. Long sleeved shirts...hair dye....jeans...cigarettes...some make up...a pair of boots... She paused when she came to a small box sitting on her dresser. She pulled instinctively at the sleeve of her long sleeved, black fitted shirt.


You coward.


“Piss off.” Alex said to nobody.


When Alex finished packing she set aside her suitcase and flopped onto her bed, she'd take a little nap before she left. Her mother wouldn't notice if she was still there.


She closed her eyes, thinking about what her life would be like now. She slept through the rest of the day, not getting up until eight the next morning.


//End flashback\


She felt a bit odd meeting a best selling author like Mort Rainey. Espeshally since she wasn't all that....”clean cut” you could say.


She normally wore ripped up jeans and a hoodie. She just hoped he wouldn't make her wear one of those stupid outfits.


She shook her head and chuckled lightly. “I doubt that'll happen...” She muttered under her breath. A few minutes later she pulled into his drive way and her heart skipped a beat...or four.


“Wow..” She sighed. The cabin was beautiful...and big. She figured he must not live alone. Deciding it was none of her business, she got out of her car and walked up to the door.


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Mort was upstairs pounding on his key board, hair unruly, still is his rode and PJs. He had been on a roll lately but every time he came close to the ending....it stopped. He just couldn't write any more.


The door bell rung, causing his fingers to stop their attack on the key board. He glared at the door for a while before groaning and getting up from the desk. He made his way down the stairs, careful not to trip on the papers and stacks of dirty clothes that were scattered on them.


It was a good thing he was hiring a new housekeeper, his house had been a shit hole ever since his last housekeeper had quit. She quit after Shooter killed Amy, Ted, Karsch, and Greenleaf...but who gave a shit about her anyway? She was ..creepy, and hopefully this new housekeeper was better than she was.


Finally, Mort found himself in front of the door. He lazily flung open the door to find a very beautiful girl standing on his porch. He blinked a few times, trying to make his brain register what he was seeing.


'Shes perdy, Mr. Rainey.' That all to familiar drawl stated. 'Go away Shooter!' He shouted back inside his head as he took in her appearance.


She was wearing a tight long sleeve black shirt that she cut holes in so her thumbs stick out and a dark purple t-shirt over it. As Mort’s eyes traveled lower, he noticed black and white Converse sticking out a little from beneath her baggy, ripped up pants. Her hair was black but her bangs were blonde. She was petite, yet curvy and had very large blue eyes with long, curling lashes. A small diamond stud was on the left side of her nose. She had a sweet, innocent look about her...but for some reason Mort felt it was an act. This girl had been around the block a few times, he could tell.


“Hiya. Um...my name is Alex Dumas...we spoke on the phone?” She smiled at him and he found himself smiling back.


“Oh thats right! Must have slipped my mind. Please, come in.” He moved to the side so she could walk in and closed the door behind her.


“Would you like a tour?” Mort asked with a smile. She nodded and smiled back, almost sheepishly.


Alex glanced around the house; it was a disaster! But she figured that was why he hired her. He took her through the living room, and into the kitchen. All the while explaining the small tasks that he expected of her; which wasn’t much. ‘Huh', she thought, 'guess he does live alone..’


He led her behind the stairs into a small hallway with one bedroom with a bathroom, “This is where you’ll be staying, Alex.” He said, “And upstairs is just my office and bedroom.”


“Cool. Thanks so much Mr. Rainey. You have no idea how much i need this job. ” She said and he smiled.


“Please, call me Mort.”

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