Hired Help

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Chapter 1: Runaway

Amanda Lewinsted parked in the driveway of her boyfriend's, Steven Richwell, house early in the morning. She loved surprising him early in the morning to cook him breakfast. It's not like Steve would get mad, after all she has done that constantly ever since they went steady, for about a year now. Amanda looked herself up in her rearview mirror, fixing her light brown hair, batting her eyelashes that showed her equally light brown eyes, puckered her rosy pink lips and smiled her trademark smile, pearly white teeth and all, and then she opened the door of her car and headed for Steve's front door. She rang the doorbell, whistling a happy tune to herself while waiting for someone to open the door.

Rosa, one of Steve's helpers, opened the front door, revealing the 5'9'' woman standing on the Richwell's doorstep. "Ms. L-L-Lewinsted! It's so n-n-nice to see you again, b-b-but Sir Steven refuses to see anyone as of now, he's s-s-sleeping," Rosa stuttered.

"Rosa, what's wrong with you? It's not like I haven't done this before, Steve honey won't get mad!" Amanda laughed while heading towards Steven's room. She walked past the grand scenery of Steve's home, which was more like a palace. She walked past the sliding doors leading to the garden, ran up the marble, carpeted stairs and rushed past Steve's life- sized portrait.

"I'm serious, Miss, Sir Steven has specific orders not to let anyone disturb him," Rosa tried to convince Amanda, trying to keep up with her fast pace.

"But I'm not anyone, Rosa, I'm his girlfriend," Amanda looked quizzically at Rosa. 'I wonder what's wrong with her.' Amanda thought about it, but suddenly forgot about it when she reached Steve's room.

Once she was in front of his room, she fixed herself again, ignored Rosa's rambling, and opened the door to Steve's room, "Steve, guess who's here! Anyway, what do you want me to cook for break..." Amanda's words were cut off when she saw what was happening in front of her, Steve was in bed with another woman.

Amanda was at a loss for words and looked like her knees would buckle any minute. She leaned at the door frame for support, breathing raggedly, calming herself down, and trying to wash away the pain she felt deep within her. Suddenly, her knees finally gave way, and she fell to the floor crying.

Steve, on the other hand, was rushing to get out of bed. He kicked the bed sheet covering him, put his robe on, and prepared to explain himself, "Amanda, let me explain..."

Amanda stood up, looked directly in Steve's grey eyes and slapped him. Her once perfectly jolly face was turned upside down, her make-up running, her hair fussed up, and her eyes brimming with more tears which threatened to explode.

Steve reached up a hand to touch his red left cheek and then decided to try to explain himself once more, "Please, Amanda, just listen to me..."

But Amanda wouldn't hear any of it, her mind was clouded up with the memories of the year that was, the year she spent with Steven. The more she thought about it, the more tears rushed down her cheeks, "I can't believe you did this to me! After all we've been through..." Amanda was just shaking her head, thinking to herself, 'This is what I get for falling in love with rich men, a broken heart.'

Steve came up to touch her, but Amanda brushed him off, "Don't touch me! I despise you, you and your money and your women! I never want to see your filthy face again!" Amanda pushed past Rosa and hurried back to her car, speeding away.

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Amanda sniffed back tears while she packed her stuff. She couldn't bear to stay here, although it was her home, she didn't think that she could stand looking around when everything reminded her of Steve.

Her roommate, Carla Hart, tried to talk her out of leaving California, "Mandy, if you leave, where will you go? Where will you stay? You know how hard it is out there, I mean who ever heard of a 22-year old, fresh out of college, trying to survive in the real world with no working experience yet? Besides, you'll forget about Steve eventually, just give it time. You don't have to leave."

"I'll think of something. Believe me, Carla; I will survive even without that moron!" Amanda replied hotly, shoving her clothes inside her bag.

Carla sighed; she knew that once her friend has decided on something, she will go through with it, whether it was wrong or right, "Just be sure to write or call me, I want to know what you're doing. I want to know if you're still alive and kicking. If ever you're in trouble, you know where to find me."

Amanda stopped packing and looked at her friend, "Thanks, Carla." Then she went up to Carla and gave her a hug.

"I still think this is silly, though," Carla said after they hugged. "No, wait, this is silly and crazy," Carla added while pouting.

Amanda laughed, for the first time, at Carla's silly expressions, and Carla joined in with her.

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"Damn it!" Steve cursed, his blond hair swaying with his every movement. "Damn it!"

"Why don't you just pick up the phone and call her, for Pete's sake!" Warren Dirk, Steve's long-time friend, said. He stood up and added, "Besides, I'm getting dizzy with you walking back and forth."

Steve stood in front of Warren, his height of 6'5'' challenging Warren's height of 6'2'', "That won't work; she'll only slam the phone at me."

"Then go to her," Warren sighed, putting his hand on his forehead and his blue eyes looking tiredly at Steve.

"That won't work either; she doesn't want to see me."

"Well, think of something!"

"I called you over to help me think of something!"

"Don't look at me; you're the one who screwed around."

"Please, don't start lecturing me now. I don't need this, I need..."

"What you need is some serious psychiatric help!"

"Sure, like they're much help."

"If you've got it so bad, then why did you do it?" Warren asked, looking at Steve seriously.

"I got bored. Amanda is the real conservative type," Steve answered.

"Yeah, and you're the horny type!" Warren laughed and then added, "Just call her, maybe she'll listen."

"Fine," Steve agreed, grabbing the phone and punching in Amanda's number. "But I'm telling you, this isn't going to work."

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Carla was watching TV when the phone rang; she stood up and answered it, "Hello?"

"Hello? Carla, it's me Steve, can I talk to Mandy?" Steve said on the other line.

"I'm sorry, but you just missed her, she just left."

"What? Carla, I really need to talk to her, put her on the phone now," Steve replied, getting angrier by the minute. 'Did they think he was a fool? They can't hide Amanda forever!' Steve thought.

"I'm not kidding you, Steve, Mandy really left," Carla said once more.

"Damn it, Carla! Stop hiding her and let me talk to her!" Steve shouted, losing his patience.

"I'm not going to tell you once more, Steve, Mandy left! She's gone, okay, even if you come here, all her stuff's gone," Carla replied just as angry, and then she slammed the phone.

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"What happened?" Warren asked when he saw Steve put the phone down.

"She's not there. Mandy's gone," Steve answered, his grey eyes looking vacant.


Next on Hired Help: Steve hires someone to look for Amanda. Please stay tuned for the next chapter of Hired Help!