Forever, Mitchell - Episode 9

 

Misunderstandings are the bane of human existence. 

I didn't take the day off, there wasn't a need to. 

Madam K had called, telling me to take time off but I didn't, it would be me admiting that what happened last night got to me. 

On the contrary it just goes to show that I did a good thing not falling for Tyler's charm. 

Good job Mitch, you deserve a hug. 

I haven't seen any of them this morning, I don't want to. 

I'm walking around with a limp so madam K has asked me to leave the kitchen work and just concentrate on cleaning the rooms. 

I don't know why she had to do that, there's an higher risk of me seeing Tyler that way. 

I drag the laundry out with me, I just finished Bryant's room and he isn't inside. 

I enter into Tyler's and he's absent too, I do my job and come out. 

I begin to pile the laundry to take them down stairs when Clarissa, one of the kitchen maids approach me. 

"What's up M?" She asks and I smile at her. 

I think she's nice, it's been long since anybody abbreviated my name and I like her for it. 

"Nothing much, just going to do this laundry" 

"Yeah? Let me take that, madam K wants you to go to the other floor and clean those rooms too" 

"What?... But that's master Xavier's rooms" 

"Orders from above Chic" She says, dragging the basket from me and leaving. 

I bite my lip, looking at the stairs that lead to those dreaded rooms. 

I'm surprised madam K wants me to clean those rooms, she normally does it herself. 

I'm sure master Xavier isn't around and that's why she wants me there. 

Behold, who am I to dispute orders from above? I grab the tray of cleaning supplies before climbing the stairs. 

I knock on the doors of the room for good measure, no response from inside so I enter. 

My first impression of the room is that no one lives here, but it begins to change when I see the stray jacket here and there, the cigarettes butt on the coffee table, an handglove, an half empty bottle of Jack Daniel's 

The room is as unwelcoming as the man who lives in it is, the blinds are shut, the bed unmade and the place eerily silent. 

I pull open the blinds and begin my work from the toilet, my body wants to get out of here as soon as possible. 

When I'm done with the minor jobs I begin to vacuum, not that there's a speck of dust any where, but I clean like my life depends on it. 

I pile the used, notice i said used not dirty, I pile the used clothes into the washer because he has one up here. 

And before I finish cleaning it's washed, I put them in the dryer as I go about fixing any little thing that looks out of place. 

The last thing I want is to get killed because I forgot to roll the lint from his favorite coat. 

I begin to hum as I pile some of his book, wow, the man reads finance books a lot, that I can tell you. 

I walk up to the dressing table and atop it is a crucifix, it's pure silver and beautiful. 

I don't touch it and just move away when I hear the dryer ding, I pile the clothes and seat on the ground as I begin to fold them. 

I finish folding them and take them to his closet. 

I feel pressure on my neck as someone grabs my hair and I gasp. 

"Who are you?" A cool voice asks menacingly and fear saturates my being. 

It's him! He's around! He's grabbing my hair and it hurts. 

"S.

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. Sir..." 

He let's go of my hair to grab my neck and I bite my lip because mother of God that sh*t hurts like a mother. 

"Why are you in my room? Who sent you?",He asks, Watching me with dead eyes. 

He opens his closet with one hand and grabbing a necktie, effectively holding me and tying my hands. 

"You have 1 minute to tell me who you work for" 

He says and I whimper, it is at this junction that I must tell you that I am many things but not brave. 

Someone else would have effectively rescued their self from this situation but not me, never me. 

"30 seconds" 

"I.. I was... I was told to clean your rooms" I say in an almost whisper. 

"Only Kathrine cleans my rooms, why are you here?" 

"I got my order from her, that's why I'm here" I say and he looks around, seeming to take In the clean state of the room and the pile of laundry I was putting away before turning to me. 

He drags me from the room and downstairs, my leg is burning from all the pressure and I know there will be bruises around my elbow where he is holding me. 

We pass through the family room and I see Bryant and Tyler who looks to be in a heated conversation. 

They freeze, fear climbing their faces when they see Xavier holding me. 

We move past and I cast my eyes to the floor, my dead brain registers that Xavier is barefooted and wearing only a short, his back is covered in scars. 

I'm going to quit after today. 

We enter the kitchen and everywhere is silent, even the stove becomes silent too. 

"Kathrine" He mentions the name with meaning and madam K materializes. 

He pushes me to the front and I fall on the ground hitting my elbow on the canter, something cracks. 

I wince, tears filling my eyes but nothing spills. 

I notice a set of feet in my peripheral and I know it's Tyler's. 

"Why was this woman in my room?" 

Madam K looks at me before turning to Xavier. 

"I sent...." 

"Choose your words very wisely Kathrine" He says, automatically knowing madam K was going to lie. 

"I don't know sir" She rephrases and he turns to me, tilting his head to the side. 

"You said you received orders, from whom?" 

He asks and I whimper, curling into myself. 

"Speak..." He says and that loosens  my tongue. 

I lift my head and look around the room, searching for her, for Clarissa. 

She's standing by the door, fear in her eyes, slowly shaking her head at me, it's then that I know I've been a victim of another prank. 

I slowly lift my hand and point at her, guards materialize, dragging her to the center. 

She begins to wail. 

"It was only a prank master.... I didn't know you would be inside... I just only wanted to..." The slap to her face silences her and I pull back, my butt bumping into someone, I get pulled up to find myself in Pearl and Katie's arms. 

"You will die girl" He says before exiting the room, guards pulling Clarissa after him. 

I breath better from there on out, my legs giving from under me, Katie's hands are the only reason I'm not sprawled on the ground. 

"It's okay" she whispers, and it's then I realize I'm shaking really hard. 

"Grams?" Bryant asks steping forward but I don't look at him.. 

I'm too hurt to look at him, the pain of Clarissa's betrayal is worse than the pain coming from my sprained wrist. 

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