I slowly crawled behind the dark curtains to somehow reach Clark. He was still throwing random stuff here and there like a lunatic. I was shit scared, but I was paid to take care of him, wasn't I?
I slid from behind the curtains and he sensed some movement behind him, for he suddenly stopped destroying all the articles. His whole right hand and the place where he stood was covered with blood. It was such a horrendous scene to witness. My legs wobbled and my hands were slightly trembling.
At first, I thought of pouncing on him from behind and hold him tightly to prevent any further destruction. But when I pondered over my plan again, I realized that neither I had so much strength to hold Clark nor I would do so, since it would hurt him even more.
I gulped in trepidation and took a step forward. He cocked his head slightly, but his back was facing me so I couldn't see his face. I shut my eyes and took two, long strides and stood a few feet away from him. He let go of the broken bottle and it rolled away. I sighed and gingerly walked towards him. He was staring down at the floor and then at his hand and winced.
I eyed him suspiciously and grabbed his arm. His arm was hot and I was afraid that he was stricken with fever. I held his arm as tenderly as possible. Fortunately, he didn't protest and let me examine the wound. He had lost so much blood and it was essential to dress the wound properly. I was trained in nursing since my mum was a doctor. Ha! I wasn't that useless! I internally smiled and did a happy dance.
"You stay here, I'll come back with the first aid," I commanded. He didn't say anything and just stood there like a rock. I wasn't sure if I could leave him out of my sight even for a second but I had to.
I hurried and brought the first aid kit as fast as possible. Luckily, he was still standing there as if analysing the destruction he caused. I rushed to him, but he did not move. I held his arm gently but firmly and examined his palm. It was coated with blood and there were pieces of glass stuck in it.
"We need to rush you to the hospital. I can treat you but it's safe for you to check into a clinic. You're bleeding like shit," I cursed and wiped off some blood. He didn't say anything and I was afraid of picking the sharp glass out of his palm myself. Before I could make any move, he, himself picked out the glass like he was picking up peas from a pod, but I couldn't miss the hiss that left his mouth.
"What the hell are you doing, Brownie?" I yelled, but as always, he didn't open his mouth. He threw the glass and fresh blood oozed out of his palm. I cringed inwardly and quickly took out all the materials to dress the wound. After doing all what was necessary, I wrapped a thin, cotton cloth over his dressed wound. All this while he didn't utter a word nor did he move. He just stood there like he was already dead, but what caused him to be so sad?
"Why are you doing this? We shouldn't harm ourselves. There's no pleasure in pain. Get over all that crap in your life and try to be happy," I said in a low voice, realizing how silly I sounded and placed the materials back into the first aid box neatly. I glanced at him and he was totally ignoring me. Of course he was, I couldn't just tell anyone to 'get over it' that didn't make sense and was wrong on my part. I sighed and walked towards him and managed to successfully push him on the couch. He didn't complain and his face was still the same, devoid of any emotion.
"Let's hope you don't get any infection . . . Now sit here Brownie and don't you dare move. Since you injured your hands, looks like you're going to get fed by mamma George," I said playfully and came back carrying his soup bowl in my hands. I hummed like a bee and stood right in front of Clark. He didn't even look at me and his hands were clasped together as he stared intently at the shiny floor. It was odd to feed an arrogant man in his twenties who was older than me. I put the spoon into the bowl and held it in the front of his mouth. I tapped my feet, trying to draw his attention and he looked up. His dark brown hair was disheveled and his light brown eyes hidden behind his glasses.
"Say, aah . . . there you go!" I cooed and tried to shove the spoon inside his mouth. His lips was parted, but the moment the spoon touched his lips, he pursed his lips into a thin line and I scowled.
"Stop behaving like a little kid and here!" I held the spoon tightly and tried to open his jaw. He shut his pretty eyes and continuosly shook his head. I gawked at him and I was thoroughly amused by his actions, but I was not going to lose this battle. I placed my foot on the side of the couch, beside his knees for support. I then continued to try open his jaw and shove the spoon in his mouth.
He spluttered the soup and drops of it fell on my hand. I jumped six feet high and screeched because my hand burned as the hot liquid traveled down my palm.
I glowered at him and placed my free hand on my hip and sneered, "Oh, look! You have stuffed so many marshmallows in your mouth that you couldn't say that the soup was hot. I burned my freaking hand!"
He rolled his eyes and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I frowned and put the spoon into the bowl. I brought it near my mouth and started blowing it to make it less hot. I then fed him with it and he obediently drank. The whole room was silent so I turned on the tv. Whitney Houston's 'I will always love you' blared from the speakers. I grinned and sang along, "I will always love . . . youuu . . . "
I was tired of feeding him and to make the process faster, I took the bowl in my hand. I blew the liquid and before I could mourn over my stupidity, the soup spilled all over Clark. Clark's shirt was soaked in delicious soup. I laughed like a hyena but stopped immediately when he glared at me. He warned, "If you continue with your mischief, I'll make sure you're fired and not paid because these clothes are damn expensive."
I stifled my laughter and nodded obediently since I already had a shortage of money. My family was quite rich, but my dad wouldn't give me much allowances since I spent them quickly. I already had to pay back a lot of money to dad for bailing me out of jail and I couldn't afford anymore debt. I quickly bent down to wipe and at the same time he got up, I didn't know for what stupid reason. Our hard heads bumped and he groaned.
I laughed and said, "You just wait here, I'll bring you a clean shirt, but please don't tell anything to Greta. I need the money and nobody is offering me a job anywhere."
He didn't say anything but I couldn't miss his slight nod. I sighed in relief and went up to bring a clean shirt. I didn't know where Clark's clothes were kept so I picked out something else instead and gleefully hopped downstairs. He was still seated there quitely and I stood in front of him. His hand was injured and he couldn't undress himself so I had to do the awkward job.
I leaned down and reached for his t-shirt. He quietly sat there, making the situation more awkward. Our lips slightly brushed and a cold shiver ran down my spine. I slid my hand under his t-shirt and glanced at him. His light brown eyes turned dark now and were hidden behind his glasses. Without any warning, I removed it.
"Give it back," he hissed coldly. I purposely grinned and wore it. He got up and reached for me, but I moved a few steps away and playfully pushed his glasses further onto my nose. He groaned when a sharp pain erupted through his injured arm.
"Brownie, calm your man tits. I took your glasses off so I could just change your t-shirt. Moreover, look how smart I'm looking."
Clark's jaw clenched. Why was he agitated and edgy about these ordinary spectacles? And that was when I realized, I could see clearly even wearing these glasses! A number of unanswered questions appeared in my mind. Why was Clark wearing these fake glasses? Who was he? And most importantly, why was he hiding?
I didn't say anything though. He snatched the glasses and quickly wore it. I was itching to know the truth, but even if I asked him, he wouldn't reply. So it was finally time to play Sherlock.
I would find the truth myself. I once again tried to remove his t-shirt and voila! I was successful.The t-shirt was now stuck to his neck and he couldn't see that I was clearly checking him out. I heard a frustrated groan and I laughed lightly. I forgot that I still didn't remove his t-shirt and made him wait in that helpless position. I gulped and threw his wet t-shirt on the floor.
"Look somewhere else. I feel uncomfortable in presence of a half-naked man," I lied and he rolled his eyes, but anyway he looked away from me. It was not that I wasn't uncomfortable or anything, but I wanted him to look away so I could pull my prank on him. I picked up Greta's pink blouse and muffled my laughter. He was completely ignoring me as his attention was directed towards the television. I slipped Greta's loose blouse over him and he didn't seem to notice. He wasn't that bulky to not fit into her clothes. I finished dressing him and bit my fist to keep me from laughing.
The blouse fit him tightly around his shoulders, but hung loosely in the chest area. The pink colour and the puffed sleeves didn't make him look manly either. He looked adorable and I retrieved my phone quickly to click his picture. He turned towards me and seemed clueless. I clicked innumerable pictures of him and the pictures came in series. First he looked innocent and confused and after discovering what he was wearing, he looked horrified. Then he was fuming in anger and yelled, "Remove this shit now, or you'll regret it later!"
"Oh my god! What happened here?" Greta asked and was stunned by the whole mess in the living room."You came early? Well, I guess I can explain what really happened here. I know I'll be fired because of all this chaos, but at least pay me for today," I rambled and Greta rushed towards Clark to examine him. My mind was racing through all the terrible thoughts. What if she asked me to pay for the damage? That bitter excuse of a Brownie would be clearly taking revenge.But to my astonishment, Greta came and hugged me. "Oh, thank you honey. It was my fault, I assured you that Clark wouldn't do any harm. But he did, so I'm sorry. I never expected you to actually take great care of him.""I'll take that as a compliment," I said and smiled smugly. I helped Greta with all the stuff scattered on the floor and all the while Clark was shut in his room. After spending some time cleaning the floor, I stretched myself and yawned. "Greta, I should get going. I'm soo hungry and tired!""You can stay
"You two can always go out, you know what I mean Clark?" Greta suggested him and I giggled unnecessarily. Clark was sprawled on the couch and I was lying sloppily on the cold floor. Greta stuffed things in her tote bag and looked at me. "I'm going for some work now, so come on honey, get up and take Clark along with you. Show him the town."I whined, "It's so hot outside . . . I'll probably get a heatstroke and die!""Nothing of that sort is going to happen. Besides, Clark will buy you icecream, won't you?" Greta said and Clark groaned. It seemed like he didn't want to be outside either. This made me want to go out and gobble up some free icecream just to annoy him. Before I could inform Greta about the change in my mood, she kicked us out of the house."Well then, we should just walk around and besides I have to buy some stuff from the grocery store. So let's go there," I stated and Clark nodded. While walking, I asked him, "You want to know the history of this town?"Clark looked ho
We talked for hours and had lots of fun. I did not dare try any antics further and kept my hands only on food. Unfortunately, both fate and date were not on my side. I accidently bit my partner's middle finger thinking it was sausage. The rest of the night I ate salads and desserts to avoid any further embarrassment.I controlled the urge to burp and I was now waiting outside to find out who my date was. I leaned on the wall and tapped my feet impatiently. The waiter came out and I laughed awkwardly. "Please don't tell me you were my date.""No Madam, I just wanted to inform you that your date is the next person who walks out. He should be in his early twenties," he stated and disappeared into the restaurant. I fixed my wig and ran my hand over my lips to ensure that my lipstick wasn't smudged. I really wanted to change and look beautiful like a decent lady.I heard footsteps and I straightened my wrinkled shirt. I looked up and saw none other than Ian approaching me. He was dressed s
"How can you two be best friends? This is really a small world, isn't it? Wait . . . let me guess." I tapped my chin thoughtfully and glanced at Clark. His face was unreadable and stoic, but something was wrong, I could sense it. It seemed as if Clark wasn't pleased with what Ian had said about them being best buds."Aha! You both have faint British accent so you may know each other. Ian, you came from England to this town a few months ago and Clark just shifted over here, from England!" I punched my own palm in excitement and Ian chuckled. "I'm right, ain't I?"Ian nodded and I smiled in victory. I was such a genius to figure it out. I dug my hands into my pocket and my skin felt smooth, crisp money. I suggested them, "Guys, I'm damn hungry. Let's go for lunch at Macpie's. And don't worry, I'll pay for my own lunch.""Alright let's go," Ian replied. We both looked at Clark expectantly and he shrugged. So off we three musketeers went for lunch.* * *We were now sitting and waiting fo
A couple of days passed by and my usual routine was to eat and sleep. Also yes, taking care of Clark was another job. Greta insisted Clark and me to go out again and take some fresh air so that was what we planned.The entire evening I was going to hang out with Clark though he didn't seem much enthusiastic about this idea. On the other hand, I was extremely excited to irritate Clark. Greta threw us out of the comfort of the house once again and we ended up in Clark's car. Clark was driving and I sat beside him rambling about all the random news but not malicious gossips since I strongly detested that. He wasn't keen on replying, although he did nod his head occasionally, but did not divert his attention from the road.To my astonishment, he wasn't rude or tried to shut me up either. Instead, he listened to me obediently which made me suspicious of his intentions. Eventually, I became quiet because of the ridiculous change in Clark's behaviour. I chewed my upper lip and gazed out of t
"Let's walk," Clark stated and proceeded to his car."Inside the car?"Clark rolled his eyes and locked the car. Then we both tramped silently, until I started teasing him. "You secretly like to spend time with me Brownie? Don't you---""If I buy you a chocolate bar, will you shut up?" Clark asked and my eyes lit up immediately. I rotated my head conveying a big yes and Clark looked amused. We headed to the local grocery store and on the way, I stopped rambling shit and started to imitate him. It did not take him long enough to figure out that I was copying his every move.He pocketed his hands and since I did not have any pockets in my pants, I just acted like there was one for real. All the people in the street gazed at us since it was clear that I was imitating him. Clark groaned and kicked a stone in annoyance. There was no stone around my area, but I spotted a tin can. I kicked it leisurely and before I knew, I fell down in pain. My toes hurt from kicking that cursed can! I looke
From the end of the street, I saw Clark outside his house. I bolted towards him in full speed and he spotted me [the bull version of me] from a distance since he too tried to run, to escape, to disappear, to vanish just like that after kissing me!"Brownie, wait!" I ran after him and grabbed his arm before he could escape. He jerked his arm away and lumbered forward. I panted heavily and leaned on the nearby wall since I couldn't chase him anymore. I was exhausted. Clark quietly picked up a container filled with something which resembled the dog's food and went to the backyard.My sweaty figure followed him slowly as I tried to regain my normal breathing rate. I had lost my strength of running and stamina tremendously. Finally after some time of meditating peacefully in one corner of the backyard, I approached Clark who was crouched in front of his pet, feeding the nasty beast.I maintained a safe distance from the monstrous creature since I could feel it glaring at me. Neither of us
The rays of the mighty sun burned my skin, the sweltering heat draining my energy. However, I was given the chance to bat and I was pretty excited. Ian was bowling while Clark was fielding. I wasn't the best in bowling and when I was given the chance to bowl by sweet Ian, Clark made fun of my efforts. I had to prove to him that I was good and also that I wanted revenge for letting his dog after me. I rolled up my sleeves, cracked my knuckles dramatically and glanced at Clark. He was at a distance and I could imagine him rolling his pretty eyes.I still wanted to know what was the matter about earlier when Clark looked disturbed because I pushed him away and said that he would be alone while Ian and I would be on one team."Ready?" Ian asked and I nodded. I chewed my upper lip as sweat trickled down my forehead. My eyes were focused on Ian's movements of throwing the ball skilfully. I raised my bat and swung it with so much force in an attempt to hit the ball that strangely I felt the