Melancholy...

Chapter 27

RECAP OF THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER.

Making sure that paper with the number was still in my pocket,strapped the bag behind my bad and left the house,looking down. Like Jesus had commanded the wife of Lot,I walked straight ahead refusing to look back, as though I was scared that I would turn into salt.and walking straight ahead. A part of me seemed to collapse as I got closer to the main road.

I felt a tear run down my cheek as I got into car,still refusing to look at the place I had called home and the people I had called family for the past 3 years.
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I clutched my bag tightly as I sat in the sofa at the bastard's house,waiting for my new boss to come and pick me up. His new house help was in the kitchen cooking something that smelt like scrambled eggs. Though it didn't smell as delicious as mine usually did, it seemed like it was going to be eatable. 

No one can compete with my cooking please. Argue with the ghost behind you.

I stared at the door leading to the hall,waiting for it to open. I still didn't know who was going to be my new boss,but I prayed that it wasn't the one who almost raped me. I began to think about how things were going to be like at his house and could do nothing but pray for the best.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and closed loudly. It took me by surprise for the volume of the television was so high that I didn't hear him pull up at the house. I stretched my neck slightly so I could get a good look at him.

"Boss man!" The bastard exclaimed as he walked towards him and gave him a hug. Now full in sight,I glanced at the man and let out the breath I was holding when I realized that it wasn't him. After a few shouts and ugly laughter,the bastard introduced me to him as his new house help. He looked at me from head to toe,licked his lips and winked at the bastard.

What the actual hell?

I tapped my foot slightly as he and the bastard whispered about something in the corner of the room. When they were done,he nodded in my direction and pointed his hand to the door. I took my bag and looked at the bastard straight in the eye. We looked at each other for a rough 20 seconds.

"My God will deal with you." I whispered,making sure that he could read my lips clearly. He looked down and I followed the man out of the hall, quickly wiping my tears and slamming the door.  I opened the back seat door of the man's car and he turned to look at me from the drivers seat.
"Put the bag there and come and sit by me here." He said,patting the passenger seat.

Gulping,I did what he said and sat in the passengers seat,putting on my seat belt and inching closer to the door as much as I could. He started the engine and blowed the horn for Baba to open the gate. As we moved out of the house, Baba stared at me unbelievably and I kept my eyes on the tissue box in front of me,refusing to look at him.

The ride was silent apart from a few conversations here and there. He was the one doing the talking and I was just nodding or shaking my head. So far I had gathered that his name was Mr Danso and he had a wife, 2 daughters and a son. I had to but my tongue to prevent myself from asking if the 3 women in the house couldn't do the cleaning.

At least I was going to make money right? Exactly. So that was none of my business.

The car grew silent as we stood in the hectic traffic of the capital city. There was no music playing and I looked at the radio annoyingly, somehow expecting it to turn on by itself.
I slightly jumped out of my seat when I felt a hand in my thigh. I looked at the hand and looked at Mr Danso.

He smirked at me and squeezed it tightly. I moved closer to the door and raised my leg so his hand will fall off.
"Don't be silly." He said in a stern voice as he grabbed my thigh again. I clenched my teeth and stared outside of the tinted windows,regretting my decision already.

His hands moved upwards and I squirmed slightly,shivering as his thumb touched my panty. Driving with one hand,he rubbed my thighs in circular motions as I tagged at the rubber band on my wrist.

We drove for sometime until we got to Cantonments, AKA the neighbourhood of rich people. Driving around the neighbourhood for sometime, he stopped in front of a gate and blew his horn. The automatic gate opened and my jaw dropped. The house was beautiful.

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Q: Hey! I will like to know what kind of environment you write in.
A: I like to write in a quiet environment with music.❤️

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Arianna.