Chapter 215: False Alarm (1/2)
The 2 men followed behind, staying 1 or 2 hallways back at all times since they were able to predict Abby's and Preston's final destination being Abby's chamber.
At times, they would go in to take small peaks, camera in hand, just in case Preston wanted to try something on their young mistress.
Yet, every time they did, they noticed absolutely nothing other than Preston walking a good distance away from her, straight as an arrow and Abby trailing and following him from behind, both of their mouths not even moving at all as they walked further and further down the hallway, no sign of them being suspicious of them as they continued to quietly tail them from behind, whispering slightly amongst themselves, lucky that no one else was in their way to catch what they were up to.
Not too long after, they had finally reached a certain old, dusty door, a door that for some reason looked even worse than the normal doors near it, them recognizing it as Abby's room which was not well renovated and maintained for years unlike every other place in the mansion and showed her parent's lack of love and care for her over the years.
Standing and peaking at the edge of a corner, they watched intently as Preston opened the door to her with a bow before immediately closing it as soon as Abby entered with a quiet yet audible slam.
The 2 men took deep breaths, they knew that despite the room being extremely old, it still possessed a sound crystal that would not allow them to pick up on what was happening on the inside.
Now, all they had to do was wait and not immediately barge in, slam on the door or call for help which would have been completely idiotic, the door being most definitely locked. They had to be patient and bide their time, assuming that Abby was there to either shower or go to the bathroom, she should take no less than 20 minutes to do both. So, assuming that she was not constipated or something along those lines, if she took longer than that, then that would give them the go-to, telling them that something was off and that Preston was trying to pull something, prompting them to try and go save her.
As they waited in complete silence, camera in hand, checking the time on their watch every now and then, they felt like time slowed down. In their mind, minutes felt more like hours as they started to wonder what was happening behind that door, sweat running down their face as they tried their best to keep their calm and composure, beginning to whisper to each other to pass the time and calm each other's nerves.
However, not long before they started, to their surprise, they heard a rumbling sound coming from the door nob ahead, the same one that Abby and Preston had entered inside. They immediately stopped what they were doing, shock and nervousness on their face as they stared intently at the door nob, shaking and twisting to the right in the motion of its opening with bated breaths of anticipation.
As the door slowly opened, they saw none other than Preston walking out of the room with his usual smile, bowing once again as Abby followed right after.
When they checked the time, they noticed that it had only been 3 minutes, much faster than they ever expected, which was definitely not enough time for Preston to do anything major or take advantage of Abby which was further reinforced by Abby's calm and collected demeanour, making them both hide their faces once more, looking at each other with sighs and smiles of relief that Abby was safe.
She must have only gone to take a piss before coming out, explaining the low time that they were in there for.
Yet, deep down in their heart, although they did not want to show it, they felt a hint of disappointment. Part of them really wanted Preston to try and do his way with Abby, only for them to swoop in and save the day, no doubt making them heroes in the eyes of the Reid's leading to massive compensations and promotions. But, sadly, that was not the case. Instead, they will now walk back to the kitchen only to be yelled at for being late. And, now they had to force themselves to make Preston look good and defend him, saying that he was not there because he was called upon to personally escort the young miss.
It was a very odd feeling, they wanted to feel happy for their new, kind young mistress but the negativity in their heart was always there.
Yet, to them, it was a feeling that they had gotten all too used to that they had yet to even notice it so they simply went on with their lives thinking that it was simply a part of who they were, not showing it on their face.
”Okay young miss, let's get back to the party, your parents are surely waiting for you,”
”Yes, of course,”
2 voices came from the other side of the hallway, the voice of Preston and Abby, making them both, without saying a word, snap out of their daze as they walked away with haste, keeping their footsteps completely quiet since they were both coming their way and did not want to be caught spying.
After wandering away for a few seconds, going in a direction that they were sure Preston and Abby could and would not go, they finally found it safe for them to speak once more, now being in a dirty, servant only hallway, no one of significance allowed or even wanting to be there as they began talking, taking a deep breath as they looked at each other's eyes.