Match Maid in Hell

Chapter Forty Six

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Thinking back to last night was embarrassing. No, beyond embarrassing. I mean I got drunk because of my dumb...

I rather not think about it.

I woke up with a horrific headache and of course Seth made me sleep it off. I was being a nuisance, getting drunk. That wasn't what maids did.

I had made the cheesecake I made last time, since he admitted he really liked him. Maybe this would get me in his good books. I took the ready cheesecake out of the fridge, examining it and smiled. It was ready to be eaten.

I place it back in the fridge, and made sure the little sticky note was attached to the container. I read over it once more before closing the door;

Sorry for being an idiot.

It wasn't the best apology but I didn't want to say sorry to his face. I had been avoiding Seth all day, just in case he tried to talk about last night.

My mind wondered to Jimmy. I didn't even want to think of him as my uncle anymore. Seth, when he was hitting him, I honestly thought he was dead. It scared me that Seth was able to murder someone with his bare fists, it scared me even more that I hadn't tried to stop him.

I heard his footsteps come down the stairs and panic was the first feeling I got. I ran back to the kitchen and crawled under the table in hope to be hidden. This wasn't good, I did not want to confront him now right when all this was in my mind.

I held my breath as he arrived in the kitchen. He paused for a moment and I thought he was me before he continued to the sink and began filling a glass with water. I stayed as still as I could.

"You can come out"

Okay then.

I began crawling out but stood up to early and whacked my head off the table. I let out a tortured whine, rubbing it. He just watched me in silence, taking a sip of his water.

"Why?"

"I don't know" I mumbled, "I need to go upstairs and finish tidying, if that's okay"

"You've gone timid again" He noted. I didn't need this.

"Your apology is in the fridge" I muttered. He raised his eyebrows but without further question walked over to the fridge. I took this as my chance to run away and get out of the room easily without hassle.

I just hoped he'd forget about the whole thing.

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I couldn't take my eyes off the alarm clock on the bedside table. I hadn't gone to sleep yet and it was already one am. Last night was easy to get to sleep, because I was knocked out obviously, but now... I was alone with my thoughts.

Seth had tried to talk to me once after I gave him the cheesecake but he noticed I wasn't ready or pushed to talk about the topic so he left it alone, probably only for now.

I lay down in the bed, covering myself so that only my head peeped out. This didn't happen in real life. Something horrible from your past didn't just pop up and attack you, that only happened in stories.

I felt sick just even thinking about it.

I hadn't heard anything about him since Seth beat him up. Why would I? It was one run in, but I still felt the hospital would somehow contact me for no reason.

I shouldn't worry, he didn't even have my phone number.

Guilt hung over me, remembering that I thought Seth was the one who brought my uncle here. I was pathetic for thinking the guy who gave me a roof over my head would do something like that. Sure, he was mean but he'd never go that far.