I'm Scared Of You.

6

"Mrs. Vernon, please wake up."
I yawn and stretch my arms.
The curtains slide open and a cold breeze floods the room.
"Ah. It's cold."
Mrs. Morel walks to the bathroom and opens the shower.
So... This is what she meant but assisting me.
I get out of bed and walk to the window feeling the coldness on my skin.
The sky looks grey today too.
And that's when I notice three fancy cars outside the house.
Who are those cars from?
Oh! They must be here to pick us up.
They are early, huh...
"Bathtub is ready.", Mrs. Morel said.
"Coming.", I said taking another look at the place, with despise.
I'm getting out of here today.

"You are set.", Mrs. Morel said.
"Thank you, the hair is lovely."
She didn't reply and grabbed the suitcase.
"The master is waiting outside."
"I will go in a sec."
I glanced myself in the mirror.
I look like a doll.
I smiled warmly, like I always do, like I always fake.
It's going to be fine.
I stand up and get out of the bedroom.
I walk until I reach the main door.
Mr. Morel is there and he opened it for me.
Outside, for the first time in two weeks.
I breathe in and look the forest.
The cars are in front of the house, as they were in the morning.
Mrs. Morel is talking with Mr. V-... Is talking with Salomon. And around six men standing aside, waiting.
"Have a safe trip, Madam.", Mr. Morel said behind me.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Morel. Take care, please.", I smile.
He nods and I walk to Salomon, he stops talking to Mrs. Morel and turns my way.
"Good morning, Salomon.", I say shyly.
He looked at me with indifference, and walked away with Mrs. Morel so that I couldn't hear what they were saying.
A man approaches me and opens the car door for me.
"Please.", he said.
I clench my jaw, and get in.
He closes the soor and gets in the copilot sit. Then, the driver enters the car.
I look by the window, his back facing me, so I can't see his face.
I sigh.
And then a brilliant idea comes to my mind.
"Uhm...", I murmured.
The copilot glances my way: "What?"
"Do you have a cellphone?", I ask.
"Uh... Yeah, why?"
"Can I borrow it?"
"Uhm... I don't think that's a good idea."
"Then, I will buy it.", I say taking my wallet out.
"Mrs..."
"Four thousand.", I said handing him the money.
"Eh..."
"Eight", I look through the window and he's already walking our way.
"Alright, eight.", he said.
"Shut up.", I say giving him the money. "Both of you.", I said.
He quickly grabs the money and looks in front.
I see the other men entering the cars.
And Solomon finally enters in the car with me.
"Let's go...", he murmurs. The driver starts the car and takes a look at me through the mirror.
I glare at him and he looks back to the road.
"Come here.", Solomon said.
I immediately move closer to him.
He looks at me and I look my shoes.
He grabs my hand without strength and leans on my shoulder.
"I don't like to wake up so early."
Lately he talks more, and I just don't know how to see it.
"You can rest."
He paused and then moved his head away.
"Your shoulder is too skinny."
I blushed feeling embarrassed about my body.
"You can return to your place, Margo.", he said with his kind and soft voice.
I moved away and stared at the window.
I'm going home, at least. I'll get a good break.

[3 hours later]

"Mrs, this way please.", one of the bodyguards said opening the door for me. I stepped out and admired the huge fancy house.
This isn't my home.
When will I get to see my mom...?
I felt Solomon's hand grab mine.
"Well?", he asked.
"It's pretty.", I said smiling.
"This house is yours." He said.
"Eh?"
"Well, not really... It's for our first son, but for now, it's yours."
"Oh..."
He started walking, almost dragging me, so I started walking to catch up.
I looked back at the bodyguard and he nodded.
"Not now", I murmured.
"Margo, walk properly."
"Ah. Y-Yes, sorry."
We entered and house, it was beautiful in the inside too, but there was still a part of the house being built.
"Boss, what brings you here?", a man in a brown suit came to greet Salomon with a worry some look.
"Mr. Gaetano, how is the construction going?"
"Eh... Yeah, it's... It's good Boss."
"Is it? It's been three months and you are still building the dance hall?"
"Ah... Yeah..." The loud sound of construction interrupted him.
"Dammit...", he muttered. "Uhm, we'll get it done."