MISTER WHY?

Chapter 4

After being up all night she was woken after only a couple of hours of sleep and forced back onto the minibus. She wasn't sure what Alistair was going to say but she couldn't go anywhere or do anything about that problem. She sat around twiddling her zipper on her jacket while staring at the gloom beyond the clear glass. It was then that she noticed the girl from the photo standing next to her with her back to her. She looked next to her but no one was standing there she looked again in the window and she was there. Hannah backed off the window, scared and not sure what to do. She inched away from the window until she was on the seat next to her then froze when she realised that was where the apparition of the girl was standing. The minibus went under a small bridge and when it left through the other side she saw more reflections of girls with their backs turned to the window. No one else had noticed, perhaps it was just her imagination but she wasn't going to take any chances as the minibus stopped outside Alistair's apartment building she hurriedly got off.

Pale and shaken she went to get the lift to the apartment. She hit the button hurriedly wanting to get as far away from the minibus as possible. She gave a sigh of relief as the door shut. The lights flickered and something caught Hannah's attention from the corner of her eye and there was the reflection of the girl with her back facing her. the lift froze and the mirror with it. Hanna could see her breath as the lift's temperature plummeted and slowly a line on a slight angle was being traced in the ice on the mirror and then from the bottom, an angled line was drawn up, this was repeated to make a W and then an H. Hannah stood frozen to the spot shaking with fear and the cold, as the unseen finger traced the Y. Down, then up to make the V then down and a swirl around. Then a deafening scream filled the lift making Hannah fall backwards and the lift sprung back into life and then stopped a moment later "Doors opening." the lift Chimed and Alistair stood towering over her as the doors slid open.

He held out his hand and she took it so he could help her up. "I don't remember us drinking last night." Alistair joked, "Unless you had time to fit in someone else after our Netflix marathon."

"I just tripped." she lied, not wanting to look any more silly than she already did.

"I'm having a party, later on, this week and the server has bailed last minute do you want to have a bit of extra cash." He offered.

"I'll ring my boss and tell him not to pick me up that night." She said, with a smile.

"Have you got something else to wear?" He asked.

"Not really but.." Hannah wasn't quite sure what to do now.

"Come on, we'll go shopping. I'll pay" He told her and pressed the close door buttons on the lift.

Hannah wanted to scream but couldn't, "Doors closing." The doors silently closed to make its way down the shaft to the ground floor.

They got into his Range Rover and drove to the expensive part of town, "I don't..." Hannah started,

"I said I was paying." He told her, "You look a little pale this morning perhaps you should get some blusher or whatever it is females use to brighten their cheeks." He told her. Hannah didn't reply, "Look, just try and smile when my guests turn up on Wednesday." He gently squeezed her thigh. "Take the cleaning Apron off." He said as they parked in an area that was probably less of a parking spot than what you would normally use, but Alistair didn't seem to care much. "I'll take you to a shop my sister-in-law goes to." He said. 

"Your friends like to have a high-branded hooker serving them sausage rolls?" She joked, "Or is it just you."

"You will not be serving sausage rolls." Alistair told her, "I just need you to look less..."

"Like a cleaner." Hannah interrupted, "And in a short skirt with fancy knickers and suspenders." she playfully flirted with Alistair. 

"Do I need to set relationship boundaries?" He put his arm around her back and gave her arse a cheeky squeeze. 

"A lonely man with pot loads of cash and fancy cars. Clearly, you are after a sugar baby with an exotic accent." Hannah said trying her look and perhaps maybe finding a way out of the deal she had struck with the men that had bought her over to this drab and wet country. As on cue the heavens opened and it poured down. "No wonder the British always complain about the weather." She said as they entered the shop.  

"We have to make small talk about something," Alistair replied. "Right let's see." He said heading straight to the racks. 

He picked a hideous skirt up and Hannah and she pulled a face, "Perhaps you should leave this to me." Hannah dived straight in and picked a couple from the rails along with blouses and some shoes. 

"Don't forget the matching underwear."  Alistair reminded her quietly. 

Hannah tried on a few of the outfits and was surprised how well she looked in them considering she was well overdue, her nails been done and she had no make-up on. Alistair liked them all and bought them for her. He told her she could keep them at his and use them as needed. They got back in the car and started back around to his.  She stopped hesitant to walk back in the lift, what if she saw that girl again and Alistair didn't, would he drop the arrangement she was starting to have with her if she flipped out in the lift.  He smiled "Does the lift creep you out?"

"Not creep me out, just I don't like them." Hannah lied, "Would you like a private showing when we get upstairs?" Hannah flirted with him. 

"Perhaps later I have some work to do and you're supposed to be cleaning the place." He reminded her as the lift stopped at his floor. He unlocked the door, "Put the clothes in the spare room and that way they won't spoil for Thursday." Hannah said nothing and just did as she was told. She finished off her shift and not wanting to disturb Alistair she called out a goodbye and left the apartment. She sat on the minibus on the way home ignoring the other girls thinking of what to do now perhaps she could convince him to buy her passport and get her out of this mess. Or perhaps he just wanted someone to show off to his friends and he couldn't care less about her. She had to be careful as she didn't want any of her minders finding out.