Chapter IV
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My eyes flew open, and I met with pair of blue eyes, a body hovering over me.
"Breakfast." She mumbled.
Oh! It's the girl. Clarice. Breakfast. Eating. Food. Why is she always hungry?
I sat up, "Let's go." My voice husky, I got up and went inside the kitchen, the kitchen is huge but every piece of furniture is broken, and there is just a stove and some necessary utensils. I opened a cupboard and found a piece of bread, I will just toast it in the stove and buy some milk, I took it out, why does it feel heavy than it's original wei- what?! I saw a mouse hanging from the bread, the half piece is eaten by it.
I throw it away in the dustbin, well the whole place is a dustbin though.
"Clarice!"
She came towards me,"I have to go to shop, I will lock the house, don't go to the 2nd floor their is a ghost." I stated. No, there is no ghost but the place is broken so she might fall and break some bone, and that's the list I want.
She panicked and hugged me, "Don't leave me please, I want to go with you." Her eyes glisten.
"No, look, I can't take you out"
"Please, I hate ghosts."
I heard a knock on the door, "Wait here, I am coming." I commanded.
She stood there as I went towards the front door, the house is enormous, I opened the door to find Azazel with a bag. He came inside the house and handed me the bag. "What's in their?"
"Milk and some cereals. For clarice. We don't have anything, so I thought.." His voice faded as he entered the bathroom.
Why does he care? He never showed affection on anybody, but what happened to him now? I went inside the kitchen to find her doing something with a plate and a cup. I took out a bowl and poured the milk and then the cereals. "What are you doing?" I asked her while taking the spoon from her side.
"Nothing." She whispered and continued to play with the plate. I gave her the bowl, hold her hand and drag her with me to the living room. Azazel was already there looking for something. I told her to sit, and she did. "What are you finding?" I asked.
"Nothing." He replied and continues finding, why don't anyone tell anything to me?! I sit down in the floor with a scowl.
Azazel took out a gun from a cupboard, "Where did you got a gun?"
"That's not the case, but the case is all the people who is following from last night, listen if anyone comes for you then you can use the knife for now, and I will be arranging some gun for you too." He replied.
"Well okay then."
"Now I have to go, stay here and I want you to make the call." He ordered.
"Okay," I nodded,"But wait, what about you being underground, I don't see any danger from her now so I am taking my time to find a better place." He started.
"Okay, then.. And what about me?"
"You will take care of her and then I will tell you a place and you will reach there." He said,"Anything else?"
"No."
He left and I took out a cigarette, I looked at Clarice who was just sitting their and having her meal quietly, poor girl she must be in the asylum than here.
"You are not missing your family?" I asked.
She came out of her trance and quickly shifted his gaze towards me,"No." She whispered.
I narrowed my eyes,"You are missing nothing? " I asked.
"Library, books and movies."
"Those are just objects!" I exclaimed, "You must miss a person."
She looked at me for a moment and shooked her head. "What you use to do? In your house?" I asked.
"Wake up, take shower, dress up, have breakfast with granny and grandpa, study a bit, go to the library and read books, have lunch, watch a film, go to the library and read books, write a letter to my uncle. Have snacks, go to the library and read books, have dinner with granny and grandpa then sleep, sometimes I meet with my friends once a week, that's when I come out of the house and there is twice a week piano class." She finished.
"Boring." I nonchalantly remarked. She continued eating,"But I like in here, you talk with me, in my house there is no one to talk with. " she reported.
"Your grandparents don't task with you?" I asked.
"No."
"What about during breakfast and dinner?"
"Not always they do dinner with me, but there are a rules in the house, rule no 20 states we shouldn't talk while eating, but I think it's the best moment to talk." She stated.
"Yeah. Same,"
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There shall be no mourners when my cold perished body lie on the soft and warm coffin, because of the sins I have made, I might not get punishment from the judiciary but God has his eyes on everybody.
I took the phone and call the number I was said to call, withing a few rings it was received by a gruff voice,"Hello," said he.
"This is Xander, I have your granddaughter, if you don't beleive me you can speak with her, Shall I give the phone to her?" I tried to speak in a throaty voice. I gave the phone to her and kept it on loud speaker.
"Hello" she whispered softly.
"Clar-Clarice?! Clarice?! Is that you?" He asked.
She looked at me and then replied,"Yes."
"I was searching for you- thinking where you gone-" before he could speak any further I took the phone away from her,"If you want to see your daughter then meet me tomorrow at ten am, with ten thousand dollars, in the plum street beside the old doll factory" I ordered.
"What?! Ten thous-" before I can listen to whatever he was saying she spoke up," Make it fifty thousand, ten thousand is very less!"
Dang! Why is she like this?! Is she helping me?! Wait is fifty thousand really that less and why is she helping me? But fifty thousand is too much.
"Okay, make it thirty thousand." I ordered.
"Are you kidding me?! First ten thousand and now thirty?! First of all I would not even give you ten thousand. Let her go or I will call-"
"If you want you grand daughter back then do as I say, or she will die," I looked at Clarice and mouthed, 'Scream' and she started yelling in pain with a smile in her face.
"What on ear-" He barked but I already cut the call. I took out the sim card and kept it on the shelf nearby, I smiled at her and beamed,"Nice job!"
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"Say that again."
"Kill me."
"People can do worse thing than killing you," I replied.
"Don't take me home, please, I am happy here." She begged and gave me a fake smile.
"Are you crazy?"
She didn't replied, just glanced at me like a baby who waits for their mother to fed them. "What is good in this place?"
"You."
I narrowed my eyes on her in disturbance, she is weird, I don't know what to reply to that. What about me? What good have I done to her?
"What is good in me?" I finally asked.
"You are nice to me, unlike my grandmother, you don't act fake nice to me unlike my grandfather, you aren't robotic like Ariel and other servants." She replied.
I shook my head and went near her,"Look at me." I ordered, she looked straight in my eyes.
"I am not like what you think I am, I am not a nice person, I steal, I kidnap. And I am not nice to you at all, I haven't done anything extra ordinary so that you would think I am a nice person, and I am not here to take care of you!" I fumed.
She looked at me with a gloomy look which screams sadness, I felt sorry for hurting her, her doe like eyes looked glossy, and her lips in a pout.
I heared a footsteps so I looked behind to find Azazel coming inside. He looks worried and in hurry.
"Look, I have to go tonight I can't stay here, tomorrow you will give back Clarice to her family, take the money and come straight to the Goblin Pub. Okay?" He asked.
I nodded,"Yes."
He took out a big bag, wore his Bowler cap, then his combat boot and went out before saying,"Bye, see you tomorrow and pack your bags."
I felt like my heart fall apart, as the realisation hit me, tommorow we have to leave this house, and also Clarice, It's just been like twenty six hours and I became so attached to her that I can't even think about leaving her to that hell hole, but I have no other option, for I am just a dirt of the society and she the Princess of the city.
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