Is she mute?

Albert gaze at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were small and having some dark circles around it. Fixing his tie. He throw a glance at the bed. It was empty as it has been the past days. Linda had choose to sleep in the guest room. Ever since he sent Dixon out.

She just can’t understand.

Fixing his tie properly, took the briefcase on the table and began walking out of the room.

“Good mm—m.....”

“Is your mother up yet?”

“She hasn’t been ou—out of her room sin-“ Bruce stutters in fear. The sight of Albert is something he couldn’t behold. He deadly look he gets from him every single time. The fear was still in him. He doubt if he would ever get over it.

And it had only made his panic attack worse.

He dropped the pie he was eating. With an already lost appetite.

“You!” He snarled.

Bruce moved backward. Pushing the chair, he was sitting on aside.

“Fa—th—er”

He stopped right in front of Bruce. Breathing in his face. Bruce was already hyperventilating.

“You can’t even call my name properly. You can’t look me in the eye. Can you?” He held him by his arm. Dropping the briefcase. Staring deeply at him.

Bruce was shuddering. And as he had expected from Albert he pushed him towards the glass dining table.

“Albert!” Linda yelled from the stairs. Her eyes were puffy and her hair was messy.

“Lindane..” he answered dryly picking up the briefcase.

“How dare you? Bastard!” She yelled. She was running down the stairs. Instantly she held Albert on his collar.

“I didn’t do anything to him. Stop being paranoid Linda...”

“You weren’t like this.. why do you hate us all?”

“Am just building him up. He needs to be strong. If he’s gonna be my son. Take over the company and everything I have.”

“He doesn’t wanna be like you. He isn’t interested in running that damn company of yours.” She was hitting his chest with her fist. Crying profusely.

“All I ever ask of you was to be a father to them. Not a dictator!”

“Get hold of yourself woman..”

“You’re a beast!”

Letting go of him. With a withering glare. Walking up to Bruce and help him up.

“Santus! Take Bruce to his room..”

“What are you waiting for. Leave us. Leave Albert!”

“Linda, I...”

She looked away, wiping the tears off her face.  She couldn’t bring herself to look at him again, this wasn’t the man she knew as her husband. Something was wrong. He’s high and mighty. Having the looks of Lucifer, That’s for sure. But this.. this wasn’t him..

He heavy a sigh. And turn towards the door. What was happening to him? He had not the slightest idea. He didn’t change, did he?

The urge to chug down the tea Peru always made, was hanging on his throat. At least it could calm his nerves.

Driving out of the mansion, he took a turn towards the place of Peru. Even if it was just a sip..

She was sitting on the island, where he had asked her to sit. Waiting patiently. And at intervals, steal glances at the door, meanwhile, patting her growling stomach.

Immediately, he came in.

She jerked up, sniffing the air around him. He hid the polythene bag behind him. Returning the innocent smile she had on Standing in front of him and grabbed the bag from his grip. In a twinkle of an eye.

He testified to the fact that she was stronger than him. With the way she gripped it off his hands. Her strength wasn’t ordinary. Her speed. Everything Her was weird.

She tore the bag open

" Hey!"

She was already hurling the unnecessary stuff on his face.

"Hey, stop that!" He pulled the veggie away from his face. Keeping it in the cabinet.

She tore up the wrap on the beef. Coming in view with the beef, she beamed widely and throw a wink at Dixon.

He chuckled at her behavior. Walking up to her. He took the beef from her hands.

"I’ll have to cook them.”

She shook her head at him.

Dragging the beef with him.

“I wanna cook them.”

He held it as well not letting go. She grip the other part. Not letting go either.

“Am not taking it away from you.”

But she wasn’t getting it.

“I just wanna prepare them. for you.” He was emphasized.

She more her grip tighten on the beef.

Seeing he wasn’t letting go of it.

She kicked him on his knees. Making him fell with one knee,and kicked the other knee

So he was down completely.

She took the beef from his hands. Having a victorious smile on her face.

“Ungrateful witch.”

“You’re leaving my house!” He yelled and groan in pain as he tried standing again.

She stuck out her tongue at him. With a piece in her mouth and was moaning in pleasure.

She had been waiting for so long. She had her eyes shut devouring every piece of it.

Dixon gasped. Watching her in plain horror, he wanted to move back but he saw himself approximately in front of her

She was eating it.

Uncooked.

Before he could say the word Jack. She had finished every piece.

Then belched.

He almost fall back. What has he done, why did he accept her in here? Why didn’t he hurl the weirdo off his window if she refused to pass through the door,  What , how? Instead he hid her and feed her.

Doom.

He’s doomed!

He almost cried. Staring at her as she looked innocently at him. Blinking her full lashes.

What has he gotten himself into.

She look elsewhere instead of his burning gaze.

"What......"

he couldn't even say the words

Dixon watched her moved her lips and as she tried to say a word. She tried again, nothing came out expect gasps. She tried again and again.

Still yet nothing.

He steps closer to her closing the gap in between them. And their faces was few inches away from each other. She couldn't look at him, so she fixed them on his toes instead.

His gaze soften and he held her chin, raising them so she could look at him. Her eyes, he notice was beautiful sea blue eyes. Which was unique in its own way. Sparkling lightly.

Everything he was feeling awhile ago, he didn’t know where it all disappeared into.

He smiles softly at her.

"You're ain’t mute are you?”

She looked away from him, feeding her eyes at something else.

“You talked to me, few hours ago. We both talked. Look at me.”

She raise her eyes and stare at him for a second and darts her again elsewhere again.

“You can talk to me. What’s wrong. You can talk I clearly heard you talk. You were talking to me.”

He waited for her to say a word but nothing happened. She didn’t say anything. She remain mute.

" I thought I bought this house for myself, never had an idea ms Teresa had something else in mind." He mumbled letting go of her chin.

Ms Teresa who was that, did she bring her here but why?

He moved away from her.

"Very good of her to help the helpless and mostly someone who’s definitely not from this planet.” he snort, hiding the sarcasm in his voice.

His eyes wandered off to her cloth. He shook his head when he saw the coat.

Typical of ms Teresa clothing. He hissed through his teeth, than flash her a faux smile and walked away from her and returned quite quickly with a small nylon bag. He had almost forgotten he bought this earlier. He brought the cloth out  and wave it on her face.

"I bought you this"

“I can’t keep seeing you like this. It’s better you’re dressed up in a dress. Like a proper human. Understand.”

She took it from him, holding it upside down while her eyes runs on the cloth.

What's she gonna do with this?

Like he could read her thought he said

"Don't tell me you have no idea what that is?"

She blinked her full lashes at him, innocently.

“It’s a dress.”

The look she gave him. Weaken him. He lost his balanced and fell backward, he sat down on the floor and didn’t bother standing up.

“What am I gonna do with you.”

“What if there a ghost here or something. Or what if I wake up in the morning and I saw another blind somebody.”

“It would be perfect won’t it?”

He gestured.

  “Everything would be complete. The homeless, the blind , the dumb and maybe a deaf someone. We could just turn the house into...”

“Are you always saying nonsense Dixon.”

“Ms. Teresa.”