Damn late!
2018 Words
The look in her eyes. She meant it. She was gonna kill him.
He jumped away from her.
“Argh! This a nightmare! Wake up! Wake up” He Began sprinkling water on himself.
He steal a glance at her. She was looking at him. Innocently. And that was what annoys him.
He screamed.
Getting more and more paranoid. Couldn’t think of anything else except the fact that she was gonna kill him.
“Do you mean what you just said?”
“What I said..”
“That you’re gonna kill me. You don’t mean it do you?” She shrugged, returning his look with a puzzled one.
“Sorry to say you have to leave this house now!”
She blinked and raised her brows.
“I leave?”
“Yes now”
“Why?”
“You’re a witch!”
“What’s a witch?”
“Aaah!” He ruffled his hair in frustration. Something has to be done about this. He couldn’t send her out. Even if he wanted to. He made a promise to keep her. Now what! She’s gonna kill him. If she stays she kills him. If she’s out. She couldn’t easily find him and kill him.
He pulled off his sleeve. The hotness he felt was about burning him done.
He was trapped.
What’s he gonna do, what’s he’s gonna do?.
Hell!
*****
Searching round the storeroom, for an amour or a shield that would protect him tonight. A weapon as well. To defend himself.
Helmet. He could wear it over his head right? But can he sleep with the helmet on?
Thinking there wasn’t anything useful in the storeroom. But came out with a spade, an axe, a cudgel and a shield like that of the police. Took everything to his room upstairs. Taking everything measures not to be seen by alien. Immediately his foot step in the room. He bolted the door. Pushed the two seater chair on the door. Moved his table as well. Tucking away the files and documents away from it. Shut gave windows. Draw down the drapes. Keep the shield on the bed as well as the spade.
He doesn’t know what he gonna face, so he needs to be prepared.
Eventually he slumped on the bed. With an eye closed and an eye opened....
He didn’t know when or how he slept off while on guard over his life. The noise keep coming in. He doesn’t even know where. He was so tired to think of standing so he lay there on the bed. Sprawling. He rubbed his face with his hands and yawned so wide. And he lifted up his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the pointed n****e of a small b**bs.
What the f**k!
Before he could think of anything else. He take of his pajamas shirt and wore it over her head, take out her hands and draw the shirt down. The shirt stopped on her lower thighs. Her long legs still exposed. At least she was covered up. Partially.
Seeing her like that, welter him of other emotions too confusing to be defined. He pulled back from her. Now facing reality. His jaw dropped. When he remembered, the chair on the door with his table as well. He obviously shut his windows last night and now everything was...
The window was wide open. The door was ajar. The chair and table was pushed aside. His weapons were all gone. The only thing left was the helmet. He swung his head around. She was fidgeting with her nails.
“You did all this?”
She nodded.
“How did you do all this, if you did this to my room then...”
He ran out of the room. Sprinting down the stairs. She was tailing behind him. His head was banging already. Thinking of the worse She could do.
Standing the living room, he doubted this was his room he left last night, it was a total mess, the TV set was broken and lay flat on the ground, the figurines were all down, the chandelier was broken. The wall paper was tore.
“Must you always involve in violence! Tell me you alien?”
“What’s violence? Is it bad?”
“Yes it’s bad!” He was practically yelling.
“They would lock me up?”
“Of course!” He yelled.
“I was just trying to touch them and it came falling. And there was someone in there I just wanted to touch..”
“Someone, you mean your reflection. Humph!” He puffed and paced around the room. He felt sick.
“What’s your name?”
“Me?”
“Who else. Alien. There’s no one here is there?”
“My name?”
“What are you called.”
She looked confused. And stretched her hands at him. He walked closer to her and hold her hands.
And looked at what she was trying to show him. The letter M. Was tattooed on her hand.
“You think it’s my name. M.”
“M. Looks like it.”
He shrugged. Dropping the hand.
“M.” He called.
“My name.”
“Yes.”
She smiled. The smile was captivating, he hadn’t seen her smile. And seeing her smile, he couldn’t help but smile too. She looked so cute and innocent. And he totally forgot about everything and just watch her smile. She was strong yet something she appears so weak. And now seeing her so human. Got to him. He pushed the hairs away from her face tucked it neatly behind her ear. Her face coming into view.
His fingers lingers on her face for no reason. Maybe there was a reason, which he doesn’t know yet.
“What’s your name?”
“It’s Dixon. Dixon Ambrose.”
“Dixon.” She pronounce.
His smile widen, and he pat her hair.
And at that moment. He didn’t seem to mind. Who she was or who she is? Or the fact that she was gonna kill him. Which sounds crazy as he keep thinking about it.
Instead of pushing her away he could get to know her.
He could help. Get to know her more. He could do it right?
Maybe she wasn’t all that he presumed.
Maybe there was a reason she is this way she after all.
Ms Teresa throw a glance at the clock on the wall. Waiting for the clock to move faster and faster. There was something she has to do. She gonna find anything about the girl in Lucas study. If am there’s any weaknesses she gonna get rid of it, before anyone gets to it. Or any means she could get killed.
She won’t let her be held bond again. She doesn’t care if she was a beast or a demon, that could end up killing everyone she doesn’t care at all.
All she ask and want was her to breath under the sky again. Freedom at least
“Hello Dixon.” She received the call.
“Ms Teresa”
“Yeah.”
“She talks, the girl actually do speaks and has been doing it more often now.”
She smiled softly.
“I told you she’s gonna talk, she just needed time. And Dixon, I know you may be seeing weird things about her, please try to understand her. And don’t..”
“Put pressure on her.” You told me that before.”
She exhaled and stare at the clock again.
“Tomorrow morning. You can meet me, where we first met. I need to tell you something.”
“Okay but I wanted to ask something.
“What’s your relationship with her?” Ms Teresa was reluctant to reply him. She pulled her phone away from her ear for a while taking a deep breath. She was read to talk about it. Get it off her chest at least. For the past years it has been hurting her. Deep down.
“She’s like a daughter to me. I was once her nanny. But she can’t remember anything.”
She sniffed.
“Was that the reason you didn’t get married?”
“Shut your mouth!”
Dixon laughed.
“I serve her family for years and completely forgot their was a life outside, before they were murdered.”
She was getting emotional, she pulled the phone aside. And sat on the couch, crying. She couldn’t concealed it. Anymore.
Everything she felt for the past ten years.
She let it out.
In tears.
How he saved her from death, but couldn’t save his own daughter.
The memories of ten years ago flash through her like yesterday.
She cried harder.
Like her life depends on it.
*****
Dixon stares at the phone he could hear her cries. Was she that special to her. Well she did say she was like a daughter to her.
He looked at the girl beside, stuffing her face in the meal.
He chuckled amusing.
“Use the spoon.”
“Mmh”
He took her hands, in his teaching her how to use it. She failed a couple of times until she get it. But her hands were still shaking. As she used them.
“How did you eat, then?”
“I was hanged for years, I don’t know, I was never hungry, I only felt that when, I came here. I think whatever he gave Sustain me.”
“Did your arms got sore for being hang so long?”
“Not a slight pain .”
“You felt hungry because he wasn’t there to give you what he normally does.”
“Humm”
She nodded.
Biting the chicken.
Then run her tongue over her lips.
He couldn’t eat.
So he just watched her eat instead.
She didn’t look up. So she didn’t get to catch his gaze on hers.
No one has ever looked at her that way. She definitely felt strange at the stares she was getting from him.
“Next time, you don’t go out without a dress. Understand.”
She nodded.
He wanted to ask about the blood too. But he decided to let it go.
After eating, he took the plates and began washing. She stood beside himWatching him. Do the dishes. She wasn’t satisfied yet. Just a little blood will do the trick. Even if it was just a drip to quench the fire on her throat.
Done with that. He took her upstairs to his room. And sat her down on the bed.
He pick the shopping bag, placing them beside her. Pulling all the clothes he bought out of the bag.
“I have no choice than, help you get dressed.”
He took a gown, lifting them up.
“I used to be very rich, I would have employed someone to do this. But now, am nothing but a poor man. Okay. So just watch me and well, it’s unusual though. But am just trying to help.” He turned to his side whispering.
“This is crazy, and not safe. Well it safe because it’s him and not anyone else.”
He turned back to her. She was still on his shirt. And was waiting for him to say more.
“Now am gonna teach you how to wear a dress and you better learn fast cause am meeting with a detective, if you don’t learn fast, he’s gonna lock you up.”
She kept nodding at everything he said.
“Good.”
She nodded again. Cringe a little when he made mention of her being locked up.
And began teaching her how to wear a shirt using himself as an example. And how to wear a gown which was more easy and a shirt.
She watched him. Doing everything he was doing.
They were together for hours, Dixon laughing at her as she made attempts to do whatever he does. They would laugh and talk. And it went on and on. That he lost track of time.
“Am damn late!”
- Writer
