THE SILENT KILLER

THE SILENT KILLER

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"Welcome home Donna. You will be safe here."
Don says, waking me up from my reverie.
I follow him into the house, thinking alot about the turn of events. Deep down my heart, I know I did the right thing, giving the file to the rightful owner.

The house is beautiful....for lack of a better word. It's a bungalow, Just like Shawn's parents' house.
Don must be filthy rich... No wonder the name Don. He reeks of riches.
The house is spotlessly clean.

"You stay here alone?"
I finally ask, curiosity taking over my little self.
"Yeah, it's Pammie's day off."
I raise an eyebrow!
He looks at me and a wolfy  grin escapes his lips.
"Relax gal, Pamela is my house help. She comes during the day and sleeps at her house."

I feel silly for making it obvious that I'm jealous.
Why did I feel a tinge of jealous anyway? I'm not his girl. He hasn't even showed interest in me.
He is just helping me out....
Protecting me from Gabriel.
I owe him my life because the several times I have met Gabriel, he has showed me his other side.... He is a violent and short tempered man. He won't think twice  before putting a bullet through my skull.

I'm shown to my room and I freshen up, wondering what I'm supposedly to change into. Shock on me! When I step out of the shower to my new room, a pair of pyjamas is lying on my bed. I try it on and it fits perfectly well. I eat the chicken and rice which Drake brought to me earlier in the day and due to tiredness, I sleep immediately.

"Where's my money  you little bitch!"
It's my auntie Bree.
She is strangling me.
"How dare you steal from me you ingrate? I gave you everything you wanted and how did you pay me? You ran away with my money!"
She says, as she fastens her hands around my neck.
"You are hurting me Bree... Leave me alone. I worked for the money. I made you a billionaire. You were enriching yourself while I was the one working my ass out, getting all kind of humiliation from the so called clients..."
" I'll kill you today ingrate..."
I am struggling to breathe.
I'm chocking.
I'm making some funny noise.
Someone is shaking me..
"Let go off me Bree.... Let go ...."
I trail on my own voice.

The lights are on, but before I slept, I made sure they were off!
Before I fathom whatever is happening, someone makes me sit. It's obvious that am not fully awake.
I rub my eyes and when I look sideways, Don is there, softly rubbing my shoulders.
"Anything the matter Donna? Who was strangling you in your dreams?"
He has a concerned look.
" Nobody.... It was just a nightmare."
Maybe I should just join you here so that I may protect you from the nightmares."
A sly grin registering into his face.
Ain't he handsome.
What kind of temptation is this?
Meeting handsome and masculine men!
"It's okay. Afterall it's your house."
I request him to put off the lights as I pull over the covers. I'm still sleepy and tired.

I wake up the following day, all fresh and energised. Don is nowhere in sight. I wash my face from the sink and then head downstairs. I have to help out with house chores to show my gratitude.

I locate the kitchen as sweet aroma is coming from it.
The door is wide open therefore I just step in.
A middle aged woman, probably my mum's age(may her soul continue resting in peace) is busy preparing an omelette.
A silent good morning escapes my lips.
"Good morning my daughter.."
She turns back and surprise is plastered all over her face.
"You must be miss Brown."
"Call me Donna, miss Brown sounds too complicated!"
" If you say so... I'm Pamela.."
She extends her hand to shake mine.
" Pleasure..."
" Pleasure..."

I expected that anyway.
I mean, I'm only twenty and I'm in a man's house!
"Mr. West has told me to make breakfast for two. Please make yourself comfortable at the dining table, I've already set it, I'll be there in a few..."

I located the dining table and I make myself comfortable. I love food and the aroma coming from the food  on the is heavenly.

I start serving myself and as I start eating, Pamela joins me and we take our breakfast together.
Pam is a friendly woman.
I feel warm beside her.

I help her clear the table after breakfast but she dismisses me.
"I've been doing this for the last twenty years. Don't worry about me Donna, just relax and watch the television. Mr. West will be back soon."

I slump on the expensive couch and take the remote from the glass table. I flip through the channels absent mindedly, thinking so much about my pathetic way of life.

I'm so much engrossed in thoughts such that I don't hear him come in.
Drake is behind him, dragging a big suitcase.
It's my suitcase....
These people are full of surprises.
"Watching a documentary??? I'm also a fan of the same...mmmh tell me about it..."

I let out a hearty laughter which even startles him.
I mean, I wasn't even watching!
"I....mmmh.....aaaa...."
"Donna the stammerer!"
I can't help but shy away. He has extra effect on me!
"We've brought your clothes and important stuff.
Unfortunately, we didn't find your phone, money and any other valuable. Gab's guy must have stolen it.
We've locked your apartment therefore no one will be able to access it."
" Thanks allot Mr. West...."
It's his turn to laugh....
He laughs until I presume his ribs hurt.
"Where did that one come from? The fact that Pam can't bring herself to call me Don doesn't mean that you shouldn't call me so...."

Drake drags the suitcase upstairs to my room as Don is left entertaining me. He is fun to be with.

When Drake comes down, Don excuses himself and tells me to make myself comfortable. He tells me that he will be back later that day.
"No stepping out! Just make use of the bar if you get thirsty."
He commands.
Mmmmh! Whisky!
I get busy on the TV, as I sip on my scotch, still thinking about my fate...
What if Don throws me out!
But he can't because he is the one who brought me here.
I'm preoccupied in thoughts, at the same time drunk like a shark such that I don't remember passing out on the couch!