I grabbed my cleaning supplies and hurried in while he shut the door behind us. Was he going to study like the last time? Or would he watch me this time? And did he have another trash for me to burn today?
I turned to ask him just that when I saw him quickly move to hide his hand behind his back. He was quick, and I wouldn't have suspected anything if not for the drops of blood coming out of his nostrils. I guess he did not notice that one.
"Um sir, you're bleeding." I said tentatively.
"no I'm not." He said so harshly that I almost took a step back. What the hell was his problem.
"Dude you're literally bleeding from your nose" I responded a little harshly in return.
"what the hell?" he quickly turned to huge desk, I tried to see what he was hiding behind him but he had quickly moved his hand to the front. I procured a little fancy mirror from the table. When he saw his reflection, a small gasp escaped his lips.
Not that I really care, but just to be sure that handsome wouldn't die somewhere around me, because you know, rich people and their paranoia, "is everything okay?" I asked lowly.
"Yeah yeah" be answered with the tissue on his nose muffling his voice. Since he is still facing away from me, I had no idea what he was doing so I strained my neck and stood on my tippy toes since he was so goddamned tall and I could hardly see anything. He seemed to on his phone.
"Do you want me to call-"
"you know what?" he cut me off abruptly. His head was still facing down, probably on his phone. "don't bother with cleaning my room. You can go." He finished.
What? Because of a little nosebleed? Was he allergic to other people or something. Was that why I hardly see him outside? I thought.
"Are you sure you're-"
"yes I'm bloody perfect. Just get your things and go. I'll call for you when I need you."
Yup, that did it. I tried my best. No one would say I didn't try my best. If he died from whatever is wrong with him, it's all on him.
I couldn't pass extra time for myself anyway, no matter how pretty he was. I quickly grabbed my stuff and ran out before he changed his mind.
Just like every other day since I started working here, immediately after eating and showering, I grabbed my crochet needles and yarn and continued the project I had been working on before I came here. It's a big blue and white crochet cardigan. As crazy as it sounds, crocheting was one of the easiest way for me to relieve stress. It just helps me empty my brain from all the day back and forth.
The cardigan was almost complete though. I was currently working on the arms. Since I was almost done with this, I needed to find another project to work on. Maybe a top? Nah, I thought. Too easy to make. A vest. I had always wanted to make a vest for the longest time. I would make a three colour combination. Black upper body, ash midsection and beige or blue at the down part.
The sound of our door opening jerked me out of my imagination. I walked out of my room to see who was out there just to be safe. Not that I was expecting it to be a criminal or something. One just has to be very careful in strange environments.
It was my dad.
I was about turning to head back inside when I remembered we literally have a very important conversation at hand. So I walked into the living room and dropped down of the couch facing the television.
"How did you get this work?" I asked straight on because I had no time for faux greetings and all that and I believe so did he.
He ignored me and went into his room. A moment later, he walked back in and sat on the other couch with his legs on the table.
"aren't you going to reply me?" I asked with a little snark.
He huffed and turned to me. "wetin be your problem you this girl?" oooh, speaking pidgin now. He must have been so mad.
"i no get problem, I just ask how you take connect this work." I responded. "me no want wahala o."
"o girl, please mind your business. Every time you open your big mouth it's only nonsense that comes out." Okay, what the fuck? I totally didn't deserve that. And that was so not true.
I glared at him.
"okay, keep your secrets. But know this, if casala bursts. I no know you oo" I said, got up and went back into my room.
The following days were uniformly uneventful and tragically boring. That was why when I saw Ciaran leaving the house from the back door, I was curious as to were he was going because I had never seen him outside his room before.
I might tell myself and anyone who might ask that I'm following him to keep him safe, or even because I want to relieve my boredom. But that's a lie. I'm just nosy. I'm curious about both things that concern me and those that didn't .
I just hoped he didn't catch me tailing him though. That would not end well.
Maybe I should go back, I thought. There's no way this was a good decision.
Who was I even kidding. My legs fucking had minds of their own. They kept leading me towards problems.
He had a big duffel bag with him. I didn't know what was in it but it looks heavy because of how it bowed his back a little bit. Holy shit. We're we missing a worker? Did he have a fucking body part in his bag? Now I was really desperate to know what he was hiding.
I kept few paces back as I trailed him. The prospect of me seeing a dead body had me so tensed up but I couldn't back out now. I had to know the kind of people we were working for.
The more we moved deeper into the bush, the more tensed I became. Tension almost had my muscles locked up but I forced myself to continue.
Tension made me sloppy because why the hell was I now stepping on every fucking dry branch within my radius. The next one I stepped on was too loud not to be heard by him. The moment he heard he turned around and I quickly lowered myself on the ground behind a short tree stump.
Silence.
I was breathing so loud I feared it was loud enough to fish me out. I clamped my hand over my mouth and nose to reduce the sound. After a while, he turned and continued walking, albeit a little quicker this time. I waited all little and quickly continued following him because I did not want to miss him.
After walking for a bit, he stopped at a little clearing. Turned around to see if anyone was there. Since I crouched behind a tree a little far from him, he couldn't see me. Satisfied that no one was following him, he kept and dropped his bag down.
He opened the bag and brought something out. I couldn't see what it was so I crept closer to the next tree closer to him. In the position I was now at, I could see clearly what he held and it wasn't a body. It was a sort of machine.
A fucking machine?
I walked all the way out here for a bloody machine? Why did I do this to myself. I thought it was something horrific or special even. It's just a dumb equipment for him to play with. I sighed. I wasted my time for this mess.
I looked back at him to see he had planted the machine or whatever it was on the ground. He then stood up and started undressing.