Maid For Him

Chapter 6

Reese***

Mr. Nichols waited for me to answer but I remained quiet. My nervousness was to the roof. My palms were sweating and I felt as if I was about to faint.

I looked around the room for ways of escape. I couldn't use the window or balcony. They would be too far a jump. My only way out was running past Rickel.

"Reese." He made me snap out of my thoughts. "Are you done?"

I didn't trust my cracking voice so I nodded instead.

"Why didn't you come and inform me?"

"Uhm...." I gulped. "I was about to come downstairs but then you already came up." I don't even know if what I said made any sense.

Rickel walked past me and I flinched. He walked toward his dresser drawer and pulled out a needle.

"No Rickel!" Sheila screamed before he injected her. A few seconds later her eyes closed and she went unconscious.

Mr. Nichols turned to me with the needle still in his hands. "You can take the rest of today off, Reese." He said. "You've helped me enough for one day."

I turned to leave but Rickel stopped me. "Wait. I'm driving you home."

"You-You d-don't have to do that sir," I assured him. "I can get home by myself."

Just then I remembered that I didn't even take up my purse before leaving the apartment. Well... I have the rest of the day off so after walking from here to the apartment, I can sleep the whole day.

"It was not a question," Rickel stated. "Let's go." He led the way down the stairs.

I took one last glance behind me at Sheila. It's a mystery how someone so bitchy can look so peaceful. Although she hates me, I felt the need to help her.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

The sun was starting to rise when we drove out of his yard. I fidgeted in my seat. I had wanted to sit in the back but Rickel was having none of it.

"So have you decided what you want to ask for as yet?" He glanced at me.

"Huh?" For a moment I didn't know what he was referring to.

"For helping me with Shelia." He stated.

"Oh ......I need to think about my decision first." I told him. "May I ask what my choices are?"

Rickel grunted. "Anything except my internal organs."

I laughed.

He stopped the car and turned to look at me as if I have lost my mind.

"I'm sorry Mr. Nichols." I apologized.

"Get out!" He demanded and I hurriedly scrambled out.

Rickel sped off.

I looked around me.

I was standing outside the apartment.

Oh crap! That's why he stopped the car.

I needed to stop being so paranoid.... especially around Rickel Nichols. This could mess up my whole plan. My opportunity for revenge would have been ruined. Who knows if I will ever get another great opportunity like this one?

As I walked the stairs up to the apartment, I thought about the things I could ask Rickel for. The choices were endless.

When I got in, Gaby was still asleep. Thank God.
I couldn't manage her interrogation right now. I changed back into my pajamas and lie on the couch. I drifted off to sleep a few moments later.

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I was awakened by a violent shaking.
"Gaby, what the heck is wrong with you?" I shouted at her. I hate waking up like this. It gives me an instant headache that lasts for the whole day.

Dammit!

"Get up!" She pulled the blanket from my body. "You're going to be late for work. It's almost 10 'o'clock."

I groaned. "I'm not going to work. I got the day off."

Gaby stared at me suspiciously. "Say what now? You got a day off? From Mr. Nichols?"

I nodded and she drew closer to me so I could hear her whisper. "Was he high when he gave you the day off?"

I chuckled lightly. "Probably," I said as I turned on the couch so my back was facing her.

She sat at the end of the coach. "Well, what are you going to do for the whole day?"

"Don't know," I mumbled. "Maybe I'll have to sleep off the headache you just created."

"Ok then." Gaby chirped. "Whatever you do just don't burn the house down."

She left for work and I lay on the couch for another half hour until my back started aching.

My mind flashed back to this morning and a million questions came flooding in all at once.

Why was I the person that Rickel call?

What really happened to Shelia?

Did Rickel actually hurt her?

What should I ask him for?

I sighed.

It didn't matter how hard I tried I couldn't get the memory of Sheila out of my head. The pain I saw in her eyes as she looked up at me and asked for my help.

Why do I always get messed up in these kinds of situations?!

I got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to make some tea and have some toast. This darn headache wasn't going away anytime soon.

As I sat down to eat, I took out my phone and opened my Wattpad app. I knew reading stories was my therapy. It helps me to escape from all the madness going on around me.

I continued reading Catharsis by draftingdaisies and got lost in Josie's story. And just like that, all my worries were forgotten.