Wading The Waters

Zendaya's POV

"You can take care of yourself like you always do. Don't know how long I might be gone."

I scoffed silently at the words written on the paper.

The words held no strength, that it felt to me that Mrs Skyler didn't care much about her son.

She was only trying to put up with appearances. I shoved the letter into the envelope and placed it on the bed.

When I was younger, I'd truly experienced what a mother's love felt like. Carol, my mother would make sure everything was kept in place, and no one would certainly feel out of place.

As her name implied, she was truly a happy person. Even though, dad barely made enough, mother was sure to be contented with whatever he could provide.

I heard a rustle emanating from the bathroom, and that pushed me into racking my knuckles on the door.

I was greeted with silence.

Tyler's silence only had me pushing the door slightly. His eyes shot up at me as my eyes studied him briefly.

He had struggled to wearing his briefs but it didn't fit at his waist perfectly.

To him, it had concealed his manhood. He definitely wouldn't like my eyes on that again.

I feigned a smile when his eyes caught my eyes.

With one gentle grip, I was able to place him on the wheelchair then tried to push him further to his bed.

"Don't," he waved a hand, interrupting me.

I let him lead, and watched as his eyes flicked towards the envelope which I had placed on the bed.

"Did she state where she was going to you?"

"No." I dragged my eyes back to him, shaking my head in negation.

"I see no reason why she should write me a letter," he nagged, his brows furrowed .

"I believe you haven't even gotten accustomed to the house, and she leaves you to attend to the affairs of the house?" His tone held much contempt for me.

I supposed he was much concerned about me being around him than his mother's absence. He definitely had a sketched irritation written on his face.

"Mother certainly has a way of managing things," he added.

That was not my business. I was only doing my job. Whatever issues he had with his mother, they would iron that out on her return.

"Would you want some dinner? Mrs Skyler told me she prepared some_"

He threw a gnarl my way. "I see no reason why you should add more misery to my already striken situation. I have no need for such food, and I believe you are also an horrible cook." He punctured, interrupting me.

Horrible cook?

There was no point arguing with him, he was simply a paranoid man.

Well, he deserved more misery, doesn't he? I thought to myself.

Wouldn't it be a better idea to just kill him while I'm alone with him? My head toyed with the idea.

"I will be in my room Incase you need me..,"

Silence.

And I got the cue to leave. On second thoughts, I went to the kitchen and prepared some applesauce.

I returned to his room again when darkness swallowed the earth and florescent lights blazed. He sat at his usual position as if in mourning.

But this time, the television was switched on and a psychological thriller was playing on the screen.

"James is a cunning man - always trying to outsmart his colleagues," my voice broke through his thoughts.

He snapped a scowl at me. Certainly, he hadn't asked for my opinion. And why was he watching a movie when he actually wasn't watching it?

Tyler's POV

If only I could shove some stones into her mouth. All she do was talk, analyze the cons and pros, then try to explain some notorious suggestions.

She was infuriating!

A farmer's daughter who basically had more experiences than any rural girl I'd come across.

"You watch a lot of cinema back in Ohio?" I sneered, catching the lights fade from her eyes.

"Oh, I had to move down a couple of times to get some fertilizers for my parents. In the process, I end up watching some snippets of movies being played at the mall. But you know, I didn't get to watch all of it, if I can....," she moved to join me by the bed.

My brows twitched, "I didn't ask for your opinion, and you wanting to join me only boils me to a fury."

"I hope it doesn't scald you thoroughly," she intoned.

I snapped my gaze at her, and her lips stretched widely.

She certainly didn't have an iota of fear, and she seem to have no idea what she was saying to me.

Does she even know who I am? And what I was capable of doing?

She clapped suddenly, making the abrupt sound jerk me out from my thoughts.

"I prepared some applesauce, it works wonders for an upset stomach. A suitable dinner," she threw herself on the bed, smoothing the edges of her gown.

She cast a slow look at me, our eyes met briefly before she shifted her gaze to the screen.

What had happened to her in a matter of seconds?

Her energy had soared higher, as if she was daring me to do whatever I had to do to her.

"You're sitting in my bed," I put in, jerking my head back at the door.

She looked back at the door then at herself. "Yes, I am. Do I get you dinner or we enjoy the movie together?"

My eyes clam shut for awhile, "what do they call you again?" I veered a slap to my forehead.

"Suzzie," she smiled brightly, "Suzzie Meyer."

"Are you sure you are alright?"

"Yes, I'm good as new. All I_"

"Get off my bed," I ordered, bringing my eyes on her. "I do not need your services, your food or you trying to play the mother role on me."

She stood up slowly, swallowed and tried another one of her fake smiles.

Why was she trying so hard for me to accept her?

She should be grateful that I wasn't asking her to leave like I did to my butler and the previous caretakers who had literally pissed on themselves at the sound of my voice.

Don't you think I was being too lenient on her?

She was just a busy-body, and it visibly gnawed at my skin.

"I could come back later, to check up on you," she said.

"Get out."