THE BILLIONAIRES JEWEL

Chapter 3 - Fear

The days turn to weeks and at last I can walk on my own. I haven’t seen Ian that much; it seems like he’s staying clear of me. Alex has been popping in more times than necessary giving me some milk that I pour in the bathroom. She comes back for the glass with a sneer on her face. Why? That’s the main reason I don’t take it, that question, Why!?

 I have not met Sarah again and I am told she quit her job and that doesn’t sit well with me. I decide to let it go but I indeed get to see the other side of Alex.

The Housekeeper, Mrs. Mario is a strict yet sweet woman. I am assigned in the kitchen as a helper and a server when need be. It has been a while since I saw Ian and when I inquire, I am always told he is away on a trip or on business.

“Wake your lazy ass up b***h!” Alex wakes me up roughly lifting the comforter off my shivering body. I feel cold yet I am sweating. I wipe off some sweat from my forehead weakly lifting my eyes to see her sneering at me, something I am used to.

“Can I pass today? I am not feeling very well?” I ask her with hopes that she will feel sympathy for me.

“Pass today? b***h we have visitors today so there’s no passing today. Get the hell up and start working,” She screams at me.

Why don’t you work yourself? Always giving orders, do this…do that, as if your hands are chopped. I wish they would just fall off. I inwardly grumble.

I get out of bed slowly feeling nauseous and slightly disarrayed. Swaying a little I walk to the bathroom and do my morning routine. I splash my face with cold water and look at myself in the mirror. I am horrified at what I see staring at me. ‘This isn’t me,’ I feel chills go down my spine a tear rolling down my cheek. Something will happen, I can feel it. I look pale and my collar bones show so much. I am naturally a figure eight girl and I see why everyone is mocking me at school. I practically look like a walking corpse. I should ask Sir. Ian if I can be home schooled. I know I am asking for too much but then again, what is too much if I don’t try?

The dizziness subsides and I wear my maid uniform embarking downstairs for preparation of meals if whatever Alex said is anything to go by. I try hurrying downstairs but I feel the dizziness again and before long I feel someone push me and I tumble down the staircase hitting my head and bruising almost everywhere. I don’t feel anything for a while and I stay down. Alex comes over and sneers at me after finding out that I am still breathing. She spits at me calling me a w***e and leaves me there. I try getting up but my legs don’t let me. I see a maid hurry past me and I call out to her hoarsely. She sees me and screams murder making the whole house come to the bottom of the stairs some with guns hoisted.

“Get back to work!” Alex barks and everyone looks at her with hatred.

“So we shouldn’t help her now?” Annie the talkative one asks earning a glare from Alex and her minions.

“Who dare talk back to me?” Alex asks furious. At this point I am getting unconscious but I hear them arguing from far. I hear a gun go off and out of fear I start seeing black dots welcoming darkness.

I wake up in a beautifully decorated white room with some lily flowers beside me. I look at them and smile not realizing I am not alone in the room. I instantly remember a gun going off and I let out a whimper feeling scared and tears rolling down my cheeks.

“You’re up. How are you feeling?” I hear a deep familiar voice and I scream in fear. I look around and that when I notice him. His hair looks unruly and he has a light stubble on his face like he hasn’t shaved for a while.

“Creep,” I mutter after getting my heart back to normal.

He smiles and walks over from the corner he has been sitting watching me.

“I heard that,” he mutters silently.

“Whatever,” I rudely answer balancing tears. I realize if these people do not want me to go, always want to hurt me, why don’t I just misbehave and let them kill me earlier? It would be better that way, living without thinking about my problems, without missing my family too much, without feeling like s**t because I didn’t use the time I was given well with them.

He pushes a lock of my hair behind my ear and caresses my chin. I am shocked at this action but I am enjoying it. He looks lovingly at me but I can see anger deeply embedded in his green orbs.

“How are you feeling baby?”

I smile at the endearment and lean against his palm. “I am okey,” I answer him getting mesmerized by the lovely eyes momentarily forgetting I was scared and my cheeks turning tomato red.

I remember what Alex did and I get scared pushing him away and curling myself like a ball at the corner. He seems shocked at the behavior and his eyes harden.

His eyes soften and strokes my chin, “Tell me who did this baby, and I will make them pay. Nobody touches what’s mine.”

What! His? This makes me shiver in excitement and making me warm. This makes it better, right? Wrong!

“I am not permitted to talk to you,” I tell him.  At this he is taken back and his eyes give a cold glare.

“By who exactly?” He asks his pupils turning black with a silver lining, beautiful!

I am mesmerized and I stare a little too long but when he notices me I  look down away from the intensive stare that makes my body crawl. He lifts my chin up and wipe the lone tear going down my face using his thumb.

“Don’t cry love, I am sorry.”

“For what though? For bringing me here? And did you just call me love? This is surely going to get me killed!” I say throwing my weak hands up.

“Can you not say things like that! Who are we talking about here?”

“None of your f*****g business Ian or whatever your name is. I just wanna leave this place.” I mutter turning away from him, “Lock the door behind you.”

“I am not leaving…”

“Until what happens? The last time I tried talking to someone they disappeared on me. Get the f**k out Ian.” At this I close my eyes hoping to drift back to the much-needed sleep.

“You know you will find me here when you wake up right?”

“I am not sleeping so please stop talking to me and get out. I am not risking my life for you.” Is that fear I heard? The great Ian Milo being fearful? That’s unheard of!

Please leave…please leave…please leave…. I start chanting in my head but my heart chants please stay….please stay... I hear the door close softly and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Yeah, sure. When I wake up right?

“She's angry.”

“I agree with you.”

“Lets just hope for the best.”

“Why don’t we just tell her?”

“Shut it! Its not our place.”

The voices continue as I cry and I drift back to restless sleep. He sure is a handsome man, so damn good looking, one that cannot seem to leave my head but sadly, one that I can never have because he belongs to someone else; someone dangerous.