Maid For Him

Chapter 56

Reese***

I finished cleaning the house pretty early today. I was in a great mood. I did my jog around the neighborhood, came back and took a shower then settled in for my online class.

Renae had called me this morning just to check up on me and I felt awesome to be included in a family that wasn't mine biologically. Live was good.

In the middle of my lecture, Gaby called me. She better have an emergency to be calling me during school hours.

"What's the emergency? Who's dead?" I joked.

"You. You are about to be dead. Turn the news on now!" The panic in her voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"Ok.." I hung up and went to the living room to see what she was so frightened about.

The remote fell from my hand when I saw a handcuffed Rickel walking out of his office building. 
The caption running under the video made my knees almost buckle underneath me.

Business community in shock as evidence emerged that prominent business man, Rickel Nichols has raped a Puerto Rican maid.

Oh shit!

¡Dios mio! I am so dead.

That damn reporter! I told her to kill the story, that I no longer wanted to pursue it but she didn't listen. I ought to find her and just strangle her.....

I heard the words that I told the reporter being played on the television for all the world to hear. Rickel is going to kill me.....if his mother doesn't kill me first!

I felt sick to my stomach. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up all the breakfast I ate. I needed to think but my body wasn't allowing it. I sat on the toilet as I had a case of instant diarrhea.

Think Reese. You need to think.

My breaths came in short and quick. I needed to deduce a plan and very quickly too.

My phone starting ringing and the name I saw on the caller ID made me start panicking more.

Renae Nichols.

Should I answer? What if she was coming here? I needed to leave. Now I was happy I had a furnished apartment to flee to. I cleaned the bathroom properly then rushed upstairs and started packing. 

My mind was a jumbled mess. I made a couple trips to the car as I tried to get all my stuff out of Rickel's house.

Maybe this was fate. This was just how everything was supposed to turn out with Rickel in jail and me running like I was a fugitive.

I placed my key on the kitchen counter and took one last look around the house before I got into my car and backed out into the street.

I drove to my apartment and packed my things in. I felt like someone was watching me, snooping on my every move. If Rickel didn't kill me, paranoia was certainly going to do the job.

Making sure my door was securely locked, I sat on the couch staring at the black screen of the television. How the hell did things go from good to bad so quickly?

My phone rang and I jumped. Everything seemed to startle me. I breathed out a sigh of relief when I saw it was only Mrs Francis calling.

"Hello?" I was hoping she didn't notice the panic in my voice.

"Reese. How are you darling?"

"I'm ok...." I answered skeptically.

"Good. Did you manage to get an apartment yet?" Her voice sounded shaky.

"Yea. I actually have."

She was quiet for a while. "Is it possible for Amir to come live with you now?"

My heart started racing. "Is everything Ok Mrs. Francis?"

"I didn't tell you this the other day but my doctor diagnosed me with Alzheimer's disease. I didn't think anything of it then but now it's getting worst. I went to the supermarket today and I forgot all about Amir." She sobbed. "I left him in the house all by himself. Anything could have happened."

When I heard my son's name, I was already grabbing my keys and heading out the door. "I'm on my way." I told her before hanging up.

The elevator was taking too long so I bounced down the stairs taking them two at a time. A new feeling of worry and panic was overtaking my mind and body. The Rickel situation was pushed to the back of my mind now and all I wanted was to make sure my son was alright.

Oh my God!

If anything bad happens to him, I don't know how I could live with myself. I was the one who brought him into the world. I was the one who was mentally and financially unable to care for him. I was so lucky that Mrs. Francis volunteered to take him until I was back on my feet again.

I stopped at a gas station to fill my tank and get some snacks for the road. It was almost 2 p.m. so maybe I will have to spend the night at Mrs. Francis' house. I cannot imagine what she might be going through right now. Her husband must be overwhelmed with everything that was happening. He's going to be the one who has to take care of her if her condition worsens. Managing a toddler too would definitely be out of the cards for them.

I knew this day would come but I didn't anticipate it coming so soon. What if Amir doesn't want to live with me? What if I can't take of him as well as Mrs. Francis did?

It took me almost three hours to reach to Mrs. Francis' house. Three hours of being cooped up in a car with nothing but my wild thoughts. I came up with so many different scenarios that I almost felt dizzy.

Would Rickel still love me after this? I know it's a shitty situation but I'm praying that he does. Although I might act tough on the outside, I have fallen in love with Rickel Nichols, the millionaire who raped me.

Looking back now, I'm kinda glad he did. If not, I wouldn't have had Amir.....and who knows  what I would do if I didn't have him to live for? I wouldn't have a care in this world.

Mrs. Francis and her husband were sitting on the porch and Amir was playing in the yard when I got there.

"Reese, you've made it." Mrs. Francis smiled at me, adjusting her cardigan.

At the mention of my name, Amir's head popped up. "Mommy!" He abandoned his toys and ran toward me.

"Hey papi." I picked him up and spun with him.

"Weeeeee!!" He screamed and I couldn't stop smiling.

There was still hope for me. Amir was my hope.