Sade

Chapter 3

Peter P.O.V

I arrived in Wellington really late, towards midnight, that cocksucker had wasted too much of my time. Plus whatever he did with my car had caused one of my wheels to burst such that I spent almost two hours trying to change the wheel. Talk about horrible journeys.

The house was pretty huge, more like the one my siblings were given on their wedding days. The walls were painted white and from the lights glowing through the windows made it clear that the windows and probably the doors too were Victorian.

I could not help but feel guilty at the possibility that this house was in fact saved for me for when I got married too. I sighed irritably. Giving me this house now clearly proved that everyone at home had given up on the hope of me getting married. That was a good thing because I would not have to explain again on why I was still unmarried.

I did not hate married people, I just felt sorry that they would go around pretending to be happy yet they were tied down by their spouses and unable to do some things they wanted because the spouse said no. Marriage is like a ridiculous pact that is a pathetic excuse for having sex with someone frequently, to he at least.

My thoughts were broken by two guards opening the gate for me. I drove past them as they nodded their heads at me in greeting. I just hit the horn and sped up towards a shed I was sure was reserved for the car.

Coming out of the car I was met by a windy night that had me fastening the buttons of my coat and moving to the front door. The guards jogged up from the gate and stood at the porch with their hands suspended behind them.

A woman house help emerged from the door wearing a blue dress and still in an apron. I frowned at her appearance and she looked deep into my eyes as if studying me. Her gaze inspected my coat then settled on my shoes before she snapped to look at the ground and curtsy as a way of greeting.

I nodded my head and motioned that they lead me into the house. The house looked different and I did not know it very well now, many things were different now. It had been renovated and the colors of the house were dull just the way I wanted. The foyer had a deep grey carpet that looked just so wonderful and in place. There was a black flower pot on one corner and basically nothing else. My eyes crept up to the chandelier that seemed to twinkle ridiculously.

There was a spiral staircase that was visible from where we stood. The carpet on the staircase was black but seemed to blend well with the grey at the foyer.

We walked forward turning right instead of climbing the stairs I had been attracted to since I got to this house. The sitting room was well furnitured with black leather couches, grey carpet, glass small table in the center of the room and a fire place that crackled happily emitting a hommy orange flame.

The tour continued to a spacey room with white comfortable seats facing front. There were french windows so big that they took space for the whole wall. A dark view was displayed and I was sure it looked good in the morning. The lady maid opened the door leading outside and stood by the foyer. I followed reluctantly.

"There's a bathtub on the left route further from the creek. Indeed there was a creek, Peter could hear it. He stifled a yawn by covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry sir. I assume you are tired from the journey, we can show you the second floor bedrooms and you can pick one you will find interesting. All the rooms' furniture is similar. The design is different but dark is the idea. We can lead you upstairs." I frowned disapprovingly at her and she seemed to tense under my gaze.

"We will continue with the tour of the house now. Tomorrow I want everyone out of my way. And I mean it. And change the covers of one of the bedrooms if you mean to tell me that all of them are grey. I would like the room decorated blue before five pm tomorrow evening. I have a friend who is coming to live with me."

"Is the friend female?"

"Females are pathetic." she did not argue but rather she turned and led the tour to the other wing of the house. We got to a kitchen that was floored with black marble tiles. The surfaces and cupboards were a plain spotless white with black handles.

On one side of the kitchen was a silver metal sink. In the middle of the kitchen was a black marble island with high stools next to it. The black cooker was a modern electricity run object with four black plates.

"Your father explained how you hated company so I thought  it unnecessary to have many workers and considering how you find females pathetic I suppose it was wise to only have one female as house help. I can handle house work just fine. Shall we proceed to the main bathroom?" She started leading the way up the stairs. Second floor, first door to the right is where the bathroom was.

She opened the door revealing a black marble Victorian tub. It sat there balanced by golden stands. From the corner of my eye I saw the woman stifling a yawn.

"I will go and sleep now, I will figure out the rest on my own." I said and turned walking out of the kitchen. It was very easy for me to find the stares since they were like the heart of the house. I sampled a few bedrooms but none suited my interest more than one that was situated at the third floor and corner of the house.

I opened the door of the closet finding it empty except for hinges on one side. I pushed the wall of the closet open to be led into a dark room. I fumbled for a switch on the wall and turned it on. The room was empty and spacey, its walls white. The floor had wooden tiles but most of them were coming off and some rotting.

I frowned a bit. Why would anyone have a room inside the closet? Unless they were a murderer or a psychopathic pervert who kept women inside.

Do you know those stuffy rooms with bats usually in the Yankees' films at the theatre? Where an inauspicious man kills girls and hides them in a secret room. This room looked like one of those, only that there were no blood smudges on the floor or evidence of murder.

Well it was a nice room to hide dead bodies. Why am I thinking of hiding dead bodies? I hated dead bodies. But I loved the processes existing right before the bodies were dead.

I shook my head, I was not getting any dead bodies into the closet. No dead bodies anywhere. People who found the thought of dead bodies fascinating were lunatic psychopaths and I was just a realistic businessman.

I literally dragged myself to bed and collapsed as soon as I was close enough to the bed. It was pretty late and the driving had sapped all the energy off me. I could not even go to the kitchen because I knew I would not find everyone's left over food like it always happened at home. Maybe living alone was not a good option when you got hungry at one.

I crawled into bed and got under the covers. At least Lake was going to be around tomorrow. Luck enough I did not have to wake up too early since he would be arriving at the train station around two.

Tomorrow I would have to unload my luggage from the car and pack. I had to request a good supper before taking Lake to my parents. I would then spend some time with my parents then Lake and I will come back for supper then sleep. Maybe when we get back I will...

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He just dozed off like that?

whatever there you go...