Nothing I Can Do

cked back with one strand of hair sticking out. And in a way that made him look like a gangster. With a butler suit that is. It didn help that his eyes were sharp to a point. But even by his appearance, he had a gentle soul. Unless provoked.

”Maam, ” His soft voice was so much warmer than Fathers. I nodded for him to continue.

”Well, the thing is, ” He paused. ”I know Mr. Grover isn allowing you to eat now, but I brought you some things to eat. ”

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. It isn often that Manny goes against Fathers wishes.

”S-sure, ”

Closing the door softly behind him. He gently smiles and comes further into the room carrying a tray. Placing the tray in front of me, he settles down across from me.

”Now eat up, Little Missy, ” Now that we
e alone and safe from prying ears, he can call me by affection nicknames.

”Won you get in trouble, Manny? ” I asked worried.

”Don worry about me, Little Missy, ” He said reassuringly. ”I can take your Fathers anger. ”

I lower my head with guilt.

”Now, now, don feel guilty, ” He gently grabbed my chin raising my head upward. ”Ill be fine, I promise. ”

Tears fall as I gaze into his gentle eyes. I hiccupped as the small tears turned into a full on sobbing.

”Manny…. you
e…. my only friend in this terrible home, ” I said through hiccups. He goes around the table and embraces me.

”I know….I know… ” His voice sounding close to crying.