CHAPTER 6 – VOICES IN MY HEAD.

🦋 BENITA 🦋

I had already listened to my intrusive thoughts before the other part of my brain told me to stop. I gawked at Felix, who still hadn’t recovered from the shock, and I quickly backed off.

Clearing my throat, I walked towards the first room I came in contact with, stormed in, and shut the door. After what felt like an eternity of pressing my ears against the door, I finally heard Felix’s footsteps, but he seemed to be coming closer.

Suddenly, the door knob twisted and he walked into the same room I was in, startled, I went ice cold as we stared coldly into each other’s eyes.

“Are–are you here to kill me… for talking back at you?” I whispered.

With his eyes not leaving mine, he muttered, “Not yet, I’m here because this room is mine.”

My lips formed an “O,” and I immediately walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

I walked into the room opposite his. Yes, he asked that I stay in a room far from his, but I was determined to do the opposite of everything he says. I won’t be stepped on again.

Morning came by quickly, and as soon as I stepped out of the room, I came into contact with Felix. It was an awkward morning to stare at each other with nothing to say.

After staring for a while, I quietly walked passed him since he wasn’t attempting to move, and after a while… he disappeared from the mansion, leaving behind two bodyguards to watch over me like I was going to burn the house down before he returned.

It wasn’t the first time I was being monitored, but it was the first time I felt great about being monitored.

The two huge men stood at each corner of the living room, staring into the void. Somehow, I felt powerful, so I decided to give it a try.

“Hey, pass me the television control,” I declared, pointing at the remote control that was sitting pretty right in front of me.

The bodyguard I pointed at immediately got into action, walked towards me, picked up the remote control that my little hands could actually easily reach, and handed it over, then he got back to his position.

A giggle left my lips, “Fuck poverty.”

“Em, I need a lot of snacks,” I stated, knowing very well that I was fearlessly broke.

With a call, the bodyguard announced, “Big ma’am needs a snack, get everything you find.”

I gasped in shock and happiness at the same time, somehow feeling like a small god, I would never go hungry in this house.

A few minutes later, the snacks arrived and I shamelessly chewed on them, salivating over every one of them with a smile on my face.

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🦋 FELIX 🦋

I sat lifelessly in the office, burying myself in work like I have always done, just like the young girl I somehow ended up with, I had no sense of happiness or a reason to smile, just living the same bored life over and over again, a life for people like us who has never felt loved.

When my father died, I was almost thankful, I thought one nagging old ass man in the name of my father was off my shoulders, but it only got worse, with my grandmother blaming me for the death of my both parents and forcefully making me into the perfect CEO that she wanted.

With the usual cold frown on my face, I picked up my tablet and logged into the home security app, watching over my mansion.

The two guard stood in the exact place I asked them to, and there the little lady was, bouncing from chair to chair, room to room, sitting room to kitchen, then back to the sitting room with a smile on her face, dressed in the same awkward looking cloth that looked like an extra large bubu gown that she was thrown into.

As I watched her stuffed herself with food, a satisfied and unconscious smile that I wasn’t aware of found it’s way to my lips, and slowly it turned into a chuckle that I still wasn’t aware of, all my life, it was the first thing I found entertaining, enough to not want to glance away from it.

Picking up my phone with my eyes still fixed on the tablet, I spoke into it, “Get her some clothes.”

I got home that night to find Benita with her arms and legs spread out widely, lying at the center of the sitting room, with different raps of snacks decorating the entire house in such a dissatisfying manner. At first, I thought she was dead, so I rushed towards her with my heart skipping a beat, but she wasn’t; she was only sleeping in the most comfortable way she could.

After staring at her for a while, I rolled up my sleeve, removed my tie, and picked up all the excessive snack wrappers in the sitting room. She told me she wasn’t going to clean, and she really didn’t.

When I was done with cleaning, I picked her up and calmly tossed her into her room. Exhausted, I dragged my feet towards my room to take a shower, but weirdly, no matter how hard I thought about it, I just wouldn’t get mad. Not when we first met, not today, and maybe… not forever.