Murder At 12

Second Easton!

 He wasn't happy with me eating little food. He frowned ,"Eat." I stood up clearing my bowl. "I do not take orders from you ." I was back to my sassy self. I walked to the kitchen with a victorious smile. I heard the stool screech. I knew he stood up. I turned to see him towering over me. I just noticed how tall he was. He was looking at me with chilly eyes. I didn't want any awkward situation. I started to move away. He put his hands on the counter beside my waist locking me there. He leaned in rubbing his thumb on my lower lip. I was experiencing such intimate male touch after years. I started to lean in when I came to my senses and decided to push him off with all my might. He had parted my lips by then and he pushed in a big piece of something. He moved away putting his hand on my mouth ,"Eat do not Spit." I managed to swallow whatever it was.

"What the Hell was that?!"

He replied nonchalantly rolling his eyes ,"Cheese cake. Sweet isn't it?" He smirked.

I was coughing from the bitter taste. "I'd hang you!" I gave an empty threat drinking some water.  I knew it was some medicine from the taste he just mixed it up in this chunk. I glared at him in fury.  I throw a plate at him and then spoons then glasses he keeps putting them down.  I chase him down the big suite throwing whatever stuff I can find first. He jsut ruined my morning!

He runs around getting near the door.After some time both of us stop to catch our breaths. He looks at me and starts laughing. He is laughing more than necessary. This is shameful I did not do anything wrong. He points to my face and says," Look at the mirror, you look like an angry troll." I snapped back in distaste," At least my stomach does not talk for me." 

I bring stiffness in my voice," Mr. Adamson What are you doing ?" He understands and says," Ok now that is going way too far. You can't go all formal all suddenly. It's way off track" I reply," No it is not," and push him out of my room.

He shouts through the door," Darling. My Love. Please open the door. You are my reason to live. Oh Please. "

Reason to live? What on earth is he speaking?

I press my ear against the door to listen intently. His Deep voice penetrates through the Mahogany door ," I cannot live without you, I need your feel. Oh My baby girl. How sweetly you moaned in my arms and crying out for m " I open the door to his smirking face I grab him by his neck collar and pull him inside without showing my face out of the room. I push him inside and quickly shut the door. I feel relieved for a minute and face him. 

He did it on purpose. I angrily stare at him and he stops giving me that big grin. I yell at him," You are such a big act. You are the biggest jerk I have ever met. You are gross." He looks at me with his hand on his chest ," You are the cutest lady I have ever met. Stop it. It hurts." He is shouting even more loudly. He does not seem in pain at all. He is completely mocking my reputed position. I punch his shoulder there is a cracking noise. I knew that hurt. I smirk ," Now you have a reason."

Before I can yell back at him he puts his large hand on my mouth and presses me against the door. I struggle under his grip but he signals me to be quiet. He is not joking this time it is clear. I nod and he finally relaxes his grip on me. He signals me to listen outside and the voice I hear gives me thugs. It is Miss Easton's voice. He winks at me. He urges me to listen. Both of us press against the door to hear. 

She is conversing with someone I know. It is the manager and Mr. Spencer. I know Mr. Spencer's voice through work. He could be helping. Who was shot then.  It could be false. This was Identity theft but why?! 

I turn to William but he tells me to relax. He's chilled. I calm down and wait for his next action. He listens just as concentrated as I do.

" It will be the party tonight held here. We will proceed with it .Make sure it is a mask party. This is very important for our plan." He announces and goes to pick up the plastic food toys he brought earlier. After the voices die down he opens the door. He leaves for his room. What catches my eye is a piece of red scarf on the floor. I look at it but dismiss it as anything important since the staff here wears a red scarf. It must have torn off. I close the door looking at the small stitch of cloth.