The Craziest Of Them All

XVI - Part 1

This douche bag named Demon can be such a dick. I can’t stand him, so how the hell does he expect me to share a room with him. It is impossible for such a huge ass house to not have even one spare bedroom, he’s lying. I’m even willing to sleep in the helpers quarters, it would beat sleeping in a toilet like I have been and it would beat sleeping next to Demon.

At the thought of sleeping on the same bed as Demon, my heart skips a beat. As much as I despise him, I can’t ignore the fact that the man is an Adonis, and I know for a fact that my virgin ass won’t be able to handle it. Like before I know it I might find myself drooling on the guy’s chest and if that happens I am going to die of embarrassment.

With that horrible image in mind, I begrudgingly drag my feet to what I assume is the door leading to the bathroom. The door is made out of a dark Oakwood, which beautifully the theme and décor of the room. I have to admit; whoever designed this room has some serious style. It is clear that they put a lot of thought into every single detail.

Sliding the barn styled door open, my eyes are graced by quite literally the most beautiful bathroom I have ever seen, and I’m not even exaggerating. Two of the four walls are made of a shiny black marble while the other the other wall is made of a dark rock that adds texture to the room. What is meant to be the fourth wall is rather a gigantic floor to ceiling glass. Since it is dark outside, all I can see are the black shadows of the trees lining the perimeter of the house, but it still looks beautiful either way.

A free standing bathtub is situated right in front of the window to capitalize on the view. What is interesting though is the fact that the tub seems to be made out of the same black marble that is cladding two of the walls. It blends beautifully with the black tile covering the floor of the bathroom.

Over by the textured rock wall, is a dual vanity, with double sinks and with floating cabinetry, where rolls of black towels are stacked neatly. Tucked away at the corner of the bathroom is a large walk-in shower that has a black frame around it. At the other corner are two doors, one of which I assume leads to a water closet and the other into an expansive walk-in closet. Kudos to whoever created this bathroom, it inspires me to want to continue my passion of becoming an interior designer.

Once done admiring the gorgeous bathroom, I strip out of Demon’s baggy and blood smeared clothes. I throw them into the hamper next to the floating cabinets, and step into the large shower. I hesitate for a second when I am in the shower, there are so many fucking knobs and I have no idea which one switched the water on. Why the fuck does a shower need so many functions, in my opinion all it needs to do is wash the dirt away from my body, I don’t know what the steaming function is for.

When I finally find the right tap to open the water, I stand calmly under the stream of water falling down my back. The little water droplets feeling like heaven as they hit my skin. This is legit the most comfortable I’ve been in weeks, before I fall asleep while standing on my feet, I grab the body soap and begin to scrub the day’s dirt away from my body. I can't help but notice that the soap smells exactly like Demon. I take in a huge whiff of the scent before continuing to scrub my body, the only difference is that now I'm doing it with a smile on my face.

I decide not to wash my hair as Demon does not have the correct shampoo and conditioner for my hair, he only got that white people shit. Imma have to ask if they can buy me some products for my hair and skin, I just can't keep living like this.

Closing the taps, I step out the shower and wrap myself with one of the black fluffy towels. Barefooted, I pad my way out the bathroom and back into the beautiful room. What to wear, what to wear?

I spot a dressing table at the corner of the room and make my way to it. I don’t want to keep wearing Demon’s clothes, they are so big on me that it looks like I'm drowning in them. How am I suppose to look bangin’ if I resemble a child in his clothes.

I rummage around in the sock drawer when my hand connects with something hard. With my curiosity piqued, I try to guess the object by outlining its shape. I still don't know what it is, so I just pull it out from under the pile of socks.

I stare wide-eyed at the gun in my hand. Intrigued I hold it up to my face and then slowly point it at the wall in front of me. “All you bitch ass twats better get the fuck down or I'll fuck you up.” I scream out at the black wall. “Oh you wanna be a hero? Huh Mr Toughguy?...pew pew pew.” I pretend to shoot at the wall.

“Ma’am.” I hear from behind me. I instantly turn around and let out a yelp as I see the small woman in black standing behind me. 

“Yoh! Uphantse wandibulala.” I say with my heart hampering wildly in my chest, “Girl you done scared the Xhosa out of me!”

When I see that the old woman is harmless, I stop having my mini panic attack and take notice of the pile of clothes on the floor and I also notice the poor old woman looking as pale as a ghost with her hands held high in the air. My face morphs into confusion, why is she holding her hands up as if I'm about to rob her, as if this is some stick up.

Her eyes glance to my hand fearfully and quickly back to my face. I follow her line of sight and see that I am still holding the gun in my hand. I nervously chuckle while lowering the gun and then placing it back into the drawer where I found it.

“I'm sorry about that, I was just…” I start off but I realise that I don't even know what the hell I was doing, “Uh never mind, how can I help you?”

“Sorry miss, Master Demon asked me to drop off the clothes that you are to wear to dinner tonight.” The lady says hastily while bending down to quickly gather the clothes. I watch as she takes the clothes and neatly lays them out on the edge of the bed.

I walk closer and I eye the maroon dress that is spread across the bed. From looking at it, I can guess that it will reach about mid thigh and it is gonna be body hugging. I like it.

“Sorry uh…” I trail off waiting for the lady to tell me her name. I am answered with a curt “Martha.” I nod and continue talking, “Martha, can you please do me a favour, it looks as if Demon has made it a point to never use lotion, but as you can see…I'm black, and when I don't put on lotion it's not a pretty sight. I guess what I'm trying to say is can you please find me some lotion. I can't be outchea looking as ashy as a grandma’s heel.” When I'm done, my hands are clutched out in front of me and I have no doubt that a desperate expression is etched on my face.

Martha looks at with understanding, nods her head once and turns to leave the room. At least I won't be ashy for the rest of the evening, thank you lawd.

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Hey guys!

Sorry for the long wait my brain has been fried and it took so much effort for me to be able to write this.

I also apologise for the detailed description, I've been watching a lot of HGTV 😂😂

Hope you enjoyed it, I'll be posting part two now