His Girl

chapter 5

Harper
I couldnt sleep last night despite sleeping in the most comfortable bed I had ever slept on. Horrible memories kept resurfacing and the pain felt so real that I woke up with tears running down my face.
It was 5 30am and I decided to get up knowing it may take a while to find the kitchen.
I took out some clothes from the wardrobe that I had previously put in last night. I picked out a white jumper and some black ripped jeans. I wasnt going anywhere so I didnt bother picking up shoes instead I picked up some fluffy socks

I decided to have a quick shower and it was honestly the best shower ever, It was warm water. I wanted to stay in longer but i knew i would get into trouble. I never asked if i could use it but there was no rule against it and he did buy me shower products.

It was 6:15 by the time i had completed everything and I decided it would be a good time to head to the kitchen to make his breakfast.

I went down the same stairs I had come up the previous night and from there I had no clue. Luckily I spotted what looked to be a guard. I presumed he was a guard since the man had told me there would be guards. I debating whether to go ask him. I could feel his eyes watching me. I must look silly, just stood in the middle of the hallway having an internal battle with myself.
"Are you going to stand there all day" the man asked.
Now I had to speak to him or it would be seen as rude and I might get hurt.
"Err no. I was er wondering where the kitchen was, sir' I say, my voice trembling with each word. "Follow me, its aiden not sir" he said and began leading me down the hallway.

We eventually came to the kitchen and I was thankful that we did, the silence was deafening. "Here we are, see you around" he said and left before I could thank him.

I looked at the clock. It was 6:35. How had it taken that long.  I guess the conflict of whether to ask the guard or not took some time. I had to be quick if I wanted to make him a decent breakfast.
I'm not a good cook so I doubt it will be decent. After much consideration I decided on pancakes. I had learnt to make them when I was 9 but hadn't made them since.

The clock struck 7 and in he walked. He looked to be in a bad mood. I just hope I dont give him food poisoning.

"Your breakfast sir" I tell him and put a plate of pancakes and a cup of  coffee next to him.
I was about to leave the room to make a start on the laundry when his voice stopped me.
''Where do you think you're going" he asked.
"To do the laundry like you asked sir" I tell him confused at what he wanted.
"Have you eaten"
Why would he care if I've eaten.
"No sir"
"Get a plate and fork then sit" he orders.
I do as I'm told still confused and as soon as I. Sat he scrapes 3 pancakes off his plate and onto mine.
"Eat"
"I should really do the laundry though"
"Not until you eat"

And so I ate. He finished his 4 pancakes within no time unlike me, it took me forever. I felt so full after I had eaten. Neither of us talked but from the corner of my eye i could see him taking glances at me.
"I have a few friends coming tonight, be nice and do as they say"
I was about to nod when I remembered he didnt like it, nodding was a big habit of mine and it was hard to shake the habit.
"Anyway after doing the laundry you can prepare two guest rooms" he continued.
"Where are the guest rooms and also wheres the laundry room, sir" I ask.
He looked at his watch and then got up. "I have time, come, I'll give u a quick tour"

And so he did. His home was just what you would expect from someone like him. He was rich and powerful and his house showed it. We had visited most of rooms, some I wasnt allowed in but he had pointed out what they were, like he showed me where his office was but I wasnt allowed in unless told.
It was a big house and I knew I would be consistently getting lost in it. I wonder if he ever gets lost. It's such a big house for just one man. Maybe he gets lonely. I wonder what he does to have such a big house. Hes clearly important.
"Are you even listening to me"
Crap.
I was so lost in my own thoughts I hadn't heard a word he was saying. Should I just say i was, but then he said I wasnt to lie to him.
"No sir"
I gulped waiting for him to react.
He smiled. Why did he smile. He is probably thinking of ways to torture me.
The smile seemed genuine though and not twisted and psychotic.
Hes so confusing, maybe I'm confiding myself and hes not confusing.
"You're not listening again" he pointed out.
"Sorry sir, you have my full attention"
Attention is a wierd word. I wonder where it came from.
"You seem to be distracted"
Yeah I am, I get distracted so easily.
"It wont happen again sir" I tell him knowing it will and over just broken a rule.
"Well its happened three times now in the past 15 minutes. I'm not sure I believe you"
Then you would be right not to believe me.
"I understand sir but you have no proof that I'm not going to get distracted again. It may have just been a one time thing" I tell him, knowing I'm dangerously close to getting punished.
"We will see. Anyway as I was saying, my friends are...well they arent the nicest of people when they get angry so just be careful"
"I will be careful sir"
"Good because I would hate to put a bullet through you so soon"
So soon.  Would he hate to do that in a couple of weeks. Hes going to kill me. He talks about killing so freely
Maybe hes a hitman.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by laughter. Hes deranged. I'm living with a psychopath, no surprise there though, they are all physcos.
"Harper you said a moment ago you wouldnt get distracted and you just did" he explained like ot was the funniest thing he had ever seen.
He was right though, but technically it wadnt lying as I didnt know I would get distracted. Well I did but he doesn't know that.
"Sorry sir it's just what you said" I try explain but he looks at me like I'm some sort of alien.
"About the bullet through the head thing sir"
"Ah yes. My friends are dangerous but I'm worse. I won't hesitate to ever put a bullet through your head if you ever fuck up"
"I won't fuck up, sir"