Chapter 7 - Mrs. Creed

 “Damn this bitch,” I cursed as I kept slamming blows into her face.

“Jesus,” Josie exclaimed in horror as she saw the mess Lisa was in. "Madam Creed, enough!" Josie yelled, urging me to stop. "If you continue like that, you’ll kill her for real," she added.

I sighed, raising my head. "Did you just yell at me? I mean, you literally just gave me an order?" I questioned, feeling irritated by her interference. "Seriously? What nerves."

Josie hesitated, "My apologies, Madam, but if I didn’t intervene... that last hit would probably kill her," she explained.

I looked down at Lisa's face; although she was still breathing, her face was messed up. "Fine, I'll let it pass for today, but the next time you speak to me like that... I'll murder you. I'll decapitate your head from your body, and no one will know," I spat out, watching her squirm with horror. "Good, I love the expression on your face. Keep that one, and you might live to see another day, bitch," I said spitefully and stormed upstairs.

Mary ran up to Lisa, scolding her. "I always say your mouth will get you in trouble. Look at how messed up your face is," she scolded, attempting to help her up. "You’re too rude for your own sake."

"That’s enough, Mary. Take her inside while I get the doctor," Josie instructed.

"Sure, if she is still alive, that is," Mary replied sarcastically as she dragged Lisa upstairs. "Next time, you’ll mind your business," she added.

"Shit!" I cursed repeatedly, staring at my angry reflection in the mirror. "And here I thought... I was over this IED bullshit," I muttered.

Coming back here was a big mistake; I can already visulaize the headlins when the world finds out about my weakness.

(Mira was a young woman with emotions too heavy for her. She found herself admitted to a mental institution due to IED (Intermittent Explosive Disorder), a rage unlike any other, which sometimes caused her to do the unimaginable.

She had fled home in search of a solution, and at the time, it seemed impossible until she met her current friends, who had experienced similar predicaments. After spending time with them, she got better; she was supposed to get better)

Sighing, "Just a day as a married woman, and I’m already losing it. I can’t go back to that," I whispered, lying down on my bed. After a while, there was a knock on my door.

"Yes?" I called out.

"Mrs. Creed, it’s me, Josie," the voice said.

"What do you want?" I questioned rudely.

"Well, nothing, it’s just that the doctor would like to speak with you," she informed me.

Confused, "Doctor? I don’t remember ever sending for one," I said with a puzzled voice.

"Oh, I did. We had no choice... Lisa's condition was sort of bad, and I called him here," she explained.

I stood up from the bed and walked silently to the door, opening it. I stared down at her. "Yeah, Yeah... Why was I needed again?" I asked absentmindedly.

"The doctor requested to speak with the Boss, and since he is away on a business trip, I thought..." she replied.

"You thought?" I cut her off. "You’re always thinking, Josie," I slammed her. "You should have handled it yourself," I said and walked ahead of her.

"Ma!" she called out and ran after me. "I’m not the wife of Lucian Creed; you are, and whenever he is not around, you’re to oversee the decisions in the mansion as his wife," she explained.

"Oh Right! Lucky me," I spat out and paused, turning to her. "Where is he?"

"Down this way," she pointed down the hall.

"Well, then lead the way," I replied with a forced smile.

"Of course," she voiced and started walking down the hall, and I followed suit.

Just to tell you how big this fucking place was; we took six turns to get to the maid’s quarters.

It was like a house inside a house. Each room had two separate accommodations, which is to say, two people in a room. "Not a bad place for a maid," I said aloud.

"Thank you," Josie replied, thinking it was a compliment.

"It wasn't a compliment," I responded to her reply.

"Well, I’m sure they were," she added, smiling.

"Are you not...?" I started then halted when the other maid came out from a room, right in front of us.

"Oh, you’re here," Mary said, giving her greetings to me.

Sighing without responding, I pushed past her into the room. Instead of noticing Lisa sitting on the bed or the doctor treating her, I was more interested in the arrangements and decorations of the room, or at least, I pretended to be.

"Wow, what a nice room," I exclaimed as I walked further into it, past the doctor and Lisa, to the window.

As I stood there, pretending to admire the view, I could feel the stares and glares from everyone present.

"Perfect," I thought. For the doctor to have been allowed to venture into this part of the mansion, he must be someone important to Lucian. Don't get me wrong; I'm not someone without feelings. I'm not a monster. Sure, I can be a murderous bitch, but only when I’m in IED mode.

"My parents promised, as soon as they get their hands on the Dolman’s property, they will get me out of this shit hole. But for some reason, nothing is being done, worse, they are not even picking up my calls," even though I try to deny it, I have a feeling that they tricked me again.

Although I still don’t know how true that is, I’m going to find out.

Lisa mentioned that many women had visited this place, and obviously, I won’t be the last, which was great because right now I would love nothing more than to disappear from here. I have a life waiting for me out there, beyond these walls. I cannot continue shouldering my parents' irresponsibility.

Since my parents have abandoned me... well, it felt like they did, I have to get myself out, and even if I have to act like a demon from hell to be free of this godforsaken marriage, so be it.

"Mrs. Creed, the doctor is over there," Josie informed me as if I didn’t know that.

Turning with a forced smile, "Oh, yeah! Thanks for telling me," I said to her and walked over to the doctor. "You wanted to speak with me?" I asked, without bothering to introduce myself.

"Ah, good day, madam," he greeted, standing up with an outstretched hand, one I didn’t bother to take. "My name is Abel Thomas but you can call me jake. I’m a doctor of the Creed family and also a psychiatrist, ," he introduced himself.

"Huh! A psychiatrist?" I mocked. "Has Lucian finally lost it or something?" I asked, with a certain hope. Funny I was asking that, even when I knew that the only lunatic in the family was me.

"Pardon! What do you mean?" The doctor asked, shocked.

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. For the Creed to have a psychiatrist as a doctor, I just thought maybe Lucian has... You know, gone amok," I said with a smile. "Although it wouldn’t be a surprising thing if that were to be the case since he tends to act like someone with a loose screw," I finished.

Doctor Abel and the maid just stared at me for quite some time before he laughed. "You’re the new wife, right? You’re a funny one," he said, wiping a single tear from his eyes.

"Oh really? I’m glad I amused you," I replied with a sarcastic tone.

"Hahaha, when Mrs. Josie told me Lucian was married, I wondered who it was," he said, taking his hand back. "Being with all sorts of women with high class and celebrities, if I may add, it's a shock he would end up with someone like you. Besides, being a psychiatrist is a secondary hobby; I’m a certified doctor, and I’ve always been by Lucian’s side, and I can tell you that he is not crazy or ill," he smiled and walked closer to me. "Recently, I seemed to have acquired the ability to point out the crazy people in the crowd, and I might know a few," he added, staring at me.

I knew what he was implying, but I wasn’t scared. If it meant freedom, by all means, see me for who I am. "Wow, what a twisted asshole," I murmured aloud with a serious tone.

"Ahaha, asshole, yes, but twisted? Come on, Ma! I’m an angel," he replied to me with a flattering smile.

"Hmmm, sorry to interrupt, but someone is actually dying here. Don’t you think you should pay more attention to me?" Lisa snapped at the doctor.

"Oh right, sorry," he beamed at her.

Sighing and irritated at the same time, "So Doctor, I was wondering if you know of any drugs that can render someone voiceless?" I asked with a serious expression.

"Incapable of speaking?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," I replied.

"Hmmm, no, not exactly, but I do know of a surgical process," he informed. "Why, what is the interest?" he questioned with curiosity.

"Nothing," I turned to Lisa, "I just thought a wordless face would look good on her," I said, pointing at Lisa.

"W… what?" Lisa shrieked in fear.

"Huh! You’re joking, right?" the doctor questioned.

I turned to him, "You tell me. I mean, you're the psychiatrist!" I replied. Without waiting for a reply, "So why did you want to meet me again?" I inquired.

"Ah, hmm," he shook his head as if to get rid of something or an unpleasant image, "Well," he turned to Lisa, "Her injuries are not that serious, but she will need to rest for a few days," he informed me. "I wanted to let you know that, just in case," he added.

I stared at Lisa sitting on the bed; I could tell she was trying to avoid my eyes. "Is that so?"

"Yes, anyway, I also wanted to ask if you have any idea what happened to her?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, "And I’m expected to know that because...?"

"You’re Mrs. Creed, Lucian Creed’s wife, and the one in charge of the mansion on behalf of your husband. You should know everything that goes on here," he demanded.

What an asshole.

"And if I don’t want to, what will you do about it?" I questioned with a pissed look.

"You look angry," he said instead of answering my question. "My apologies if I offended you, but even though she is a maid, she is still a human being and needs proper care to heal fast," he spoke like a true doctor.

"Of course, she does... Even rats need care," I replied to his comment, and turned to Josie. "Please make sure she gets all the rest she needs, Josie. I have far more better things to do than to waste it on a maid who clearly does not know her place," I slammed and turned to Lisa, glaring at her. "The next time, you’ll feel like dying, like you’re tired of living in this world, come look for me," I slammed her and walked out of the room, leaving the doctor and the maids behind.