Price of a Bounty

-April-

A Dark Secret



Mrs. Beckett asked me to polish the windows in the sitting room today. It was another bright and sunny day, which meant I’d have to be careful or streaks would be noticed. As I worked, I watched Ashton pace back and forth across the side lawn with the push mower.

I’d heard somewhere that people used to ride mowers. It must have been nice when techno like that was available to everyone. I bet the Becketts could afford to have a riding lawn mower that worked, but they’d never allow their servants to have access to techno like that! I tried to think of a good excuse to go talk to Ashton.

I finished quickly and hurriedly put away the supplies, eager to get outside. That’s when the butler approached.

“Mr. Beckett requests your presence in the study.”

“Am I to bring anything?”

He shook his head, no. My sunny day clouded over. When Lance Beckett called for me, I never knew what to expect. Sometimes he wanted me for a simple cleaning job and other times… I felt a knot tighten in my stomach.

Today, it was as I’d feared. The master of the house was stressed. It was as simple as that. As he undid his zipper, I bit the inside of my cheek and willed myself not to cry. Over Mr. Beckett’s shoulder, I could see Ashton mowing the back lawn. Could he be my ticket out of this madness? I closed my eyes and pretended I simply didn’t exist. After what felt like forever, Mr. Beckett dismissed me.

I retired to the servants’ quarters in the basement and curled up on my bed. I hated my secret. I wondered if Scott’s secrets were as dark as mine. What about Keira? I knew she had secrets too. Some had even left visible scars.

I never made it outside to talk to Ashton that afternoon. I didn’t feel like talking with anyone. Later, I was called to the kitchen to clean up after dinner. As usual, Lewis had prepared a plate of food for me. I thanked him but couldn’t eat. I began the dishes while Lewis leaned back in his chair and pretended to read a magazine. I knew he just enjoyed watching me. At least he’d never touched me.

When I finished, I returned to my room and changed into a pair of pale pink sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Then I climbed the stairs to the first floor and crossed the kitchen to the back porch. That’s where Chrissy found me. I sat on a white wicker chair and gazed at the sunset.

“Edrea and Vanessa are finally asleep. How was your day?”

“Oh, typical,” I responded. “Do you like working here?”

“So far, yes. The girls keep me busy, but they’re fun.” She sounded sincere.

“That’s good.” Lance Beckett must not have gotten to her yet.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just tired,” I said as I rubbed my shoulder. “I think I’m going to turn in early.”

I returned to my room, but I didn’t sleep. Why couldn’t I stop him? Was this job so important that I would do anything to keep it? What if I just left? What would happen to me then? I could stay with Cole again, for a little while. Of course, that wouldn’t be much of an improvement. However, the last time I’d run away and stayed with Cole, when I returned, things had gotten better for a few months.

No. I needed to be honest with myself. It hadn’t really gotten better. Mr. Beckett had merely shifted his attention to the nanny. Then her “situation” had changed, and she’d left. Was I destined to suffer the same fate?

I looked around my room and remembered another bedroom, about the same size, from my childhood. After Scott had left, things hadn’t changed much. Keira and I still went to school and kept house for Aunt Cady. We were together. Keira was more than a sister to me. She was also my best friend.

Then Keira had to go. Neither of us had wanted that. I wasn’t ready to be an only child, and she wasn’t ready to leave. She didn’t even know what she wanted to do with her life, and she hadn’t finished school yet. Her birthday was in November. The streets were already cold, and she was turned out with no money and no prospects. I tried to give her the money Scott had saved up for us, but she refused to take it. For about three weeks, Keira continued to go to school during the day, and at night, she sneaked through my window and slept on the floor. It was all she could think to do.

Finally, I talked to Aunt Cady and pleaded on Keira’s behalf. I tried to convince her to let Keira move back in, just until the end of the school year. That’s when I learned that it’s a really bad idea to share secrets. My window was nailed shut and Aunt Cady made sure that when I went to bed, I stayed there. Keira no longer had a way in.

I remembered the look on her face when she stood outside my window that night. We’d held our hands up to each other. It looked like she said, “I’ll come back.”

She disappeared for about a month. I was worried sick, wondering what had happened to her. Then one day, she did come back. She found me at school, and we talked. She carried herself differently and had a look I’d never seen before, more wary maybe? She also had cuts and bruises and a black eye.

When it was my turn to leave, it hadn’t been quite so bad. By that time, Keira had an income and an apartment of her own. We’d lived together for three and a half years. I was able to finish school, and eventually, I’d been hired at the Beckett estate.

Although I asked many times, Keira refused to tell me how she made a living. She also never told me what had happened to her when she was gone for that month. Those were her first secrets from me, I was sure of it.

When Keira told me she was going out and advised me not to wait up for her, she expected me to believe she was dating. I knew it wasn’t true though. She would return in the morning silent and withdrawn. Sometimes, her clothes had bloodstains on them even when she didn’t have any fresh wounds. By next laundry day, those clothes would be gone.

Over time, I figured out what Keira really did. She was angry at the world. When I finally confronted her with what I’d guessed, she no longer tried to hide it from me. My sister, the Freelancer. I’d once asked her if she was driven by hatred. She’d said no, she said she was making the world a better place. Did she really believe that?

I didn’t hate anyone. I figured everyone just tried to do their best with what they’d been given. I tried my best to fit in, to find my place and a respectable job. Now, with more life experience, I wondered if there was such a thing as a respectable job for a woman, or were we all wearing masks?

At least I still believed there were some men around who knew how to treat women with dignity and respect. The challenge was to find one who wasn’t already taken and who would accept a woman with little money and no status.





-Ashton-

The Resistance



The mower in front of me caught on some weeds. Today, it was not working like a well-oiled machine. I bent down to unclog the blades. When I looked up, I saw something disturbing, though it came as no surprise. I’d been informed about Mr. Beckett’s hobby. It was why I was here today.

I was a Raider with the Resistance, and the Beckett estate had been chosen as our next financial endeavor. The previous nanny had approached a member of the Resistance for help. She needed a place to stay and would need neonatal health care and money to support the baby that Lance Beckett refused to admit was his. She’d been called a whore and worse before she was turned out. It was fitting that Lance Beckett would indeed be paying for the care of his youngest child.

I felt sick to my stomach. It was the maid I’d met a few days ago. She’d been friendly but had shut down immediately when I’d inquired about her boss. Apparently, she was Lance Beckett’s next victim.

I decided to use this opportunity to my advantage. With Beckett’s attention elsewhere, I could remove some more items from the estate. I pushed the mower toward the garage, but then turned and left it next to the porch by the back door. No one was around. The chef had gone to the farmer’s market, the new nanny had left with Mrs. Beckett and the girls about an hour ago, and except for the butler who was likely taking a break, everyone else was accounted for.

I worked in the dining room today. First I took an antique bust from a marble pedestal in a cluttered corner. Then I removed a small Vermeer painting – from the way the lighting was depicted I had a good feeling that it was authentic. Last, I removed a wooden case from the buffet table. Inside was the family’s best silverware. It was all I could carry.

I exited out the back door and used my hip to push the mower toward the garage. It was time to leave. I’d return tomorrow to fix the mower, finish the backyard and continue my operations on the estate. I’d need to finish within the next day or so. Other priorities now required my attention.



***



The next day I began in the garage. I’d brought some of my own tools. First, I removed the blades from the mower. Then I cleaned and sharpened them, one at a time. I’d just replaced the last one when the maid found me.

“Hello,” she said with a shy smile.

I stood. “Good morning, April.” I couldn’t believe the outfit she was required to wear. It was degrading.

“What are you doing?”

“Sharpening the blades. They weren’t working properly yesterday.”

“Oh, is that why you didn’t finish the back lawn?” she asked.

“Yes.” I hesitated and wondered how to bring up such a difficult subject. “I noticed you.”

“You did?” She looked pleased, not what I had expected.

“Yes. He shouldn’t be treating you like that.”

“Oh.” She looked down, and her cheeks flushed. “That’s what you noticed.”

I gently touched her chin and brought her gaze up so it was level with mine. “Don’t be ashamed,” I said. “Be angry. Take control of your life. Fight back. Leave, if that’s what it takes. Then fight back.”

She shook her head and looked down again. “If I fight, I’ll lose, and there’s nowhere better for me to go. Unless…” She looked at me.

“Yes, I can help you.” I nodded. “I know of a job prospect, a few actually. One is really good. It would require some training and time on your part, but it would be well worth it. It would get you out of here and in control of your own life.”

“Training? What kind of a job?”

Just then the butler walked through the door. I turned to look while April instinctively took a step back and looked down. The butler looked from me to her.

“April! You were sent out here to deliver a message. Did you?”

She shook her head and stared at her shoes.

“Mr. Beckett does not like to be kept waiting. Get back to the house now and return to your duties.”

April turned and ran back to the house.

The butler turned his attention to me. “Mr. Beckett would like to have a word with you in his study. I advise you to keep your hands off of his property.”

Property? Had he realized that certain items had gone missing? No, I realized. The sick feeling had returned – he meant April.

I knocked on the heavy wooden door to the study. “Enter,” rumbled Mr. Beckett’s deep voice. I stepped into the room, and Mr. Beckett motioned to an empty chair. I sat. “I’m not accustomed to waiting for servants,” he began.

“I apologize. I was in the middle of a project.”

“What project?”

“The mower wasn’t working properly. It needed to be cleaned and the blades sharpened.”

“Is that why the lawn wasn’t finished yesterday?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why didn’t you clean and sharpen the blades yesterday? You didn’t have permission to leave early.”

“I needed certain tools to complete the job. I didn’t have them with me yesterday.”

He nodded. “Fair enough. I’ll be docking your pay for the hours you missed. In future, be sure to check in with me prior to leaving early. Is that understood?”

“Of course, sir. I apologize for the oversight on my part.”

He nodded and waved his hand. “You’re dismissed.”

On my way back to the garage, I took the opportunity to scope out more of the house. I was studying a painting in the hall when I sensed someone. I turned my head. April watched from a nearby doorway. She moved forward and stood beside me. We both turned our attention to the painting.

“What do you see?” I asked.

“Colors, lines, lighting…”

I smiled. She would be a good candidate for the job I had in mind, if only she’d accept. I reached down and laced my fingers through hers.