The Housemaid

Every day I clean the Winchesters beautiful house top to bottom. I collect their daughter from school. And I cook a delicious meal for the whole family before heading up to eat alone in my tiny room on the top floor. I try to ignore how Nina makes a mess just to watch me clean it up. How she tells strange lies about her own daughter. And how her husband Andrew seems more broken every day. But as I look into Andrews handsome brown eyes, so full of pain, its hard not to imagine what it would be like to live Ninas life. The walk-in closet, the fancy car, the perfect husband. I only try on one of Ninas pristine white dresses once. Just to see what its like. But she soon finds out and by the time I realize my attic bedroom door only locks from the outside, its far too late. But I reassure myself: the Winchesters dont know who I really am. They dont know what Im capable of