Perfect SCARS

9

I watched him walk out of the house and heard his car peep, I ran to the window and watched him drive out of the compound

Immediately he was gone I didn't waste a minute, I ran to the front door and pushed it. But it didn't open
I twisted the door handle back and forth but it was not opening

Did he really lock me inside... I turned and look at the big house, he locked me here on my own in this big house

So I did what my first instinct was telling me to do.... I screamed like a mad woman.. I screamed like my life depend on it,  I went to the window and screamed louder

Nothing.... Happened
Not even a fly showed up to ask me why I was shouting... Now instead of feeling angry, I felt really sad... I felt sad because am in this mess and there's nothing I can do about it

After wasting time sulking and thinking, I realize I was just being stubborn.... If I really want to leave this place, I have to at least try and enjoy the new environment and if I want to enjoy the new environment I have to be in Mr Philips good graces and to be in his good graces I have to follow all the rules he laid down for me to follow...

I don't like his bitter side at all... And I just need to avoid it

So I picked up the broom and mop stick and bucket with a towel and went upstairs

The stairs let to an hallway with pictures hanging on the wall and certificate or awards of some sort.. I went through them out of curiosity
There were lots of pictures of him wearing a graduation gown with an elderly woman and man
Am guessing they are his parents.. Pictures of him when he was younger about 16 and of him when he was like 7... They were really cute, he was really good looking in all this pictures

The certificate was Bsce in Economics and PhD in law and on and on.. There were awards of Best Bachelor, Staff of the Year, Student of the year, Valedictorian of his class... And alot more

He seemed to have achieved Alot for himself there were no pictures of girlfriend, wife or children just guy friends and group photos.

After feeding my eyes to my satisfaction, I pulled open the first door and walked into it... It was a squared room looking almost empty
It just had a bed with no sheets.. Am guessing no one uses this.

I wonder why he couldn't let me use this room, it would have been perfect for me... The window was broad and when I looked through it.. The view was beautiful and amazing.
If this was my room I wouldn't be tempted to leave regardless of how empty it looks... It had an adjourning bathroom and toilet and was three times the size of my room downstairs

Maybe if I work hard enough, he would let me use this room soon... I would make sure to put things in other... Just maybe he would consider it.. At this point I really don't mind being an help as long as am treated well

So I dust off the edges of the bed and swept the floor then I mopped the floor thoroughly taking my time... By the time I was done with the room I was exhausted I went downstairs and ate the breakfast he didn't have this morning. The tea was already cold but I drank it anyway when I finished eating I decided to rest for a while..

I laid my head on the table and before I knew it I dozed off....

I don't know if I was dreaming or sleep talking but I know I was having the best conversation of my life with a flight attendant at the airport and I was on my way to Disneyland.. I have heard and read wonderful stories about it and I was on my way there
In my dream

But a consistent banging and chanting of my name blurred my vision and I couldn't see the beautiful flight attendant again... All I saw was a hard face.... Definitely frowning face

I cleared my view with my hand and realize.. Mr Philips was standing right over me.. On the dinner table while I was busy sleeping

Oh No.. He's back... Already
I haven't even cleaned all the rooms, nor write out the lists of meals I can prepare or even prepare one of it
Instead I spent half the day sleeping and dreaming of Disneyland...

God he looks so angry right now like he wants to tear my head off... I couldn't even  look directly into his eyes.. I just stood from the dinning with my head down

"Good afternoon... Or.. evening Sir "

"And what is good about it... Were you drunk or something. What kind of sleep is that.... Do you know how long I have been trying to wake you........ Ohhh wait... Have you been drinking "

Huhhh... Drink what is he saying

"Answer me... "

"Noo sir "

He glared at me to complete my sentence

"No Sir I have not been drinking "

"I dont think so... That sleep was very abnormal... Besides why are you sleeping on the dinning "

"I slept off by mistake "

"You slept by mistake.... Aren't you just stupid, so what if someone was coming in with you.. Is this how you would have embarrassed me..... Have you even taken your bath today "

I didn't even know what to say.. I just nod

"Arrghh...... "

He kicked his foot in The air and head upstairs.. Oh lord No.... I haven't cleaned his room I only cleaned one room out of four and it's not even the one he uses... Now am in big trouble..
What was I even thinking.. How could I have slept for so long

This is not a good way to get in his good graces at all