Chapter 2 His hallucination

Melanie Crouch on the floor, in her room. Her back resting on her bed. She place the laptop on her lap and she close her eyes to say a prayer.

“Like Kayla said, it doesn't matter if the kid interact well with me or not, I should just focus on the money I'll be paid.” She says in her mind and clears her throat for the umpteen times.

“Not all rich kids are arrogant, right? Whatever, as long as he doesn't mess with me, we'll both be fine.” she further declares and clasping her palm together.

“Father Lord, please let me get this job, you know I've suffered enough with my certificate so don't let me suffer with my noncertificate job. Please Lord.” she pray and open her right eye first before she finally open her left eye.

With eyes fully open, she peeks at the screen and sees that she got an unopened message from the website.

“Hmm,” she clear her throat before clicking on the message.

💬 Hello,

Your interview had been scheduled.

You're to come to the below address,

tomorrow morning for interview.

I hope you get here safe.

Harley Carr. 💬

She reads out the message loudly and she carefully drop the laptop on the floor.

She jumped on the bed and scream in excitement.

“Woah! I don't care about any fucking job, this huge amount of money will be mine after a month. Oh shot me.” she makes happy giggles and jumps down from the bed.

“Oh! I need to call Kayla.” she says and pick up her phone from the bed.

Having a second thought over it, she drops the phone back on the bed and decide to go see her instead.

She grabs her jacket and scramble out of her apartment.

The evening breeze blows causing her hair to scatter all over her face.

Melanie walks gently on the walkway and admire the view of the street.

She's just coming back from the station where her friend work. She had already fed her up with the news and she was going back home to get ready for the next day's interview.

Tomorrow? Two things are going to happen in the tomorrow she's talking about, get employed and work as a maid, or get rescinded as it has always been and go to jail for failing to pay off her debt.

The thought of going to jail makes her wonder if her education really worth the loan.

she’d been saving for the day she'll pay off the dept since she graduated from the University.

she couldn't get herself to think about what she used the money for since she's been working as a late-night bar attendant and not as a secretary or a manager of a company just to gather money for her debt.

It was written in the agreement form that she’d pay back the money in three folds after 4 years of the borrowing date.

Even though she believes there's no way she could get such an amount of money within the short period that remains for her to return the money.

she believes she could gathered the money when she secure a stable job at a company.

Now, what is the essence of her education, when she's only going to end up working as a maid or babysitting some billionaire’s kids, or whatsoever it is called?

‘Working as a babysitter is way better than working as a late night bar attendant’ she thought and an heavy sighs escape her mouth.

She already had everything plans that she's going to request for 1 year advance payment if she finally get in. Not minding if she'll be able to last in the billionaire’s home or not.

Who cares what happens? She just wants to get a year's salary and pay off the debt and send the remaining cash for her mother to take care of her other ‘business’.

“Excuss me, can you please walk on the walkway? A careless driver might hit you if you continue to walk in the middle of the road.” A masculine voice says jotting Melanie out of her deep thought and she found herself on the main road.

Shot! She widens her eyes and hurriedly get on the walkway.

“Thank you very much sir.” She says to the driver and continue her walks home.

*****

A snowy BMW drives inside a lonely mansion in a light speed.

The car put to halt at the garage and a young man who's likely to be in his early 30s steps down from the car.

He takes his briefcase from the passenger’s seat and undoes the first three buttons of his white shirt which makes his manly-built chest puff out.

He strides inside the mansion stylishly and meet his 13years old boy scribing down something inside his textbook.

He scoffs and shakes his head before walking upstairs and heed straight to his room.

He steps out of the bathroom mins later and meet his son inside the room, gazing at the stars through the glass windows.

He stops abruptly and raise his thick eyebrows in confusion.

“What are you doing in my room?” He ask with hatred in his tone.

The boy gives no reply and that makes him more angrier.

“Are you not the one I'm talking to, you this nincompoop brat?” He says and turn the boy around, making his face turn to him in the process.

“What if I choose not to answer you?” the boy says with a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips.

That makes the young Man more furious and he raises his hand in the air in attempt to hit the boy on his face, but he stops and grate his teeth, boiling in anger.

“Are you tired of hitting me? Do you no longer find joy in seeing me in tears? Or are you disappointed that I no longer shed tears anymore?” the boy scoffs and the man ruffles his hair in frustration.

“Listen, if you don't have anything to say to me, I want you out of my room this instant.” The man says with his barriton voice.

“I don't intend to sleep here, why would I sleep in the same room with a blood thirsty maniac like you?” the boy spat angrily which earns him a punch on his face from the Man.

“You dare not talk to me in that manner, I'm your father and whatever I do...

“You can never be my father, Alfred Gordon” the boy says, yelling at his father at the top of his voice.

“What did you just say, Archie?” Mr Gordon says with a hard look which can make anyone quiver but not his son.

“I’m here to warn you that I do not need any babysitter. I'm thirteen and I do not need any babysitter that would later get killed by the demon that call himself my father.” Archie says and Mr Gordon face twist in anger.

“Spat such nonsense again and I'll have your cute face pay for it” Mr Gordon cautions and Archie only smile sadly.

“I’m against every action in bringing a poor woman here as a babysitter and later get killed by you. Just like what you did to...

Archie is still saying when Gordon brings out a pen knife from his pocket and stab Archie right on his cheek which makes blood ooze out of his cheek and spew on his shirt.

Mr Gordon moves back in regret and tries holding the boy but he ambles out of the room angrily and Mr Gordon watches him leave until he's out of sight.

“Ahh” Mr Gordon screams loudly hitting his fist on the wall repeatedly until blood starts oazing out of the wounded fist.

He kicks the walls with his leg and falls to the floor crying his eyes out.

“Why does he have to remind of that awful incidents? Why does he have to make me feel bitter all over again? Why?” He cries out, brushing his short black hair with his hands as different thoughts scramble through his mind.

‘Please don't do it’

‘Please hear me out’

‘Please don't hurt me’

He could here their voices in his head, he holds his head in his hands and shivers at the thought of the past incidents.

“Why did you do it?” an angry voice yells and he turns his face to the direction and behold it was the illusion of his dead wife, standing by the window with her back facing him.

The wind blows, moving her hairs sideways. Her skin looks pale and the blue light flickers, making Mr Gordon to quivers in fear.

“Selena, is that really you?” Mr Gordon asked, taking few steps forward.

He stretches his hand to her and she turns her face to face him.

“You dare live in serenity after what you did?” her thunderous voice yells making Mr Gordon to halt on his track.

“Selena...

Mr Gordon falls on his knees as he feels multiple hands wraps around his neck.

He struggles to break free from the unseen forces.

He cough heavily which cause blood to ooze out of his mouth.

“You have you die.” that is the last words he hears before passing out on the cold floor...