Not really sure if I'm happy with this chapter, but hopefully you guys will like it. It explains a little bit more about what went on before Carthwrite got her.
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Chapter 9 ~ Who's a good kitty? ~
I apologized over and over again, but he wouldn't hear of it. I ended up crying myself to sleep in his arms. When I woke up, Meena was sleeping next to me, curled into my side. Prying her loose, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. The warm water made my eyes droop, but I forced myself to stay awake.
The towel rack had a pair of clothes hanging on it. Another low cut shirt and skirt. I scowled at the hot pink shirt, but pulled it on. I was surprised to find a pair of black flip flops set neatly beneath the towel rack.
With the slow sound of click-clack's following me, I made my way to the kitchen. Gretta was humming tunelessly while stirring something in a pot.
“Good mornin' dear.” She greeted cheerfully. “I'm makin' some beef stew for lunch. There's eggs and bacon bits in the skillet right here.” She pointed to a frying pan on the back of the stove. I rubbed my eyes before grabbing a plate and scooping up some of the delicious smelling breakfast. “Oh, there's cheese in the fridge if you want to put some on top of your eggs.”
I wanted to put cheese on top of my eggs badly, but the unforgiving clock couldn't spare a few extra minutes for that. Waking up late didn't seem to benefit me.
Placing the dish in the soapy water, I walked back to my room and woke Meena up.
“Meena.” Her eyes cracked open before she let out a small yawn. “I gotta go to Master Carthwrite's office. Gretta made eggs for you. I'll see you at lunch.” She gave me a brief hug before I left the room to head to my doom.
I hesitated at the door, wondering if I should knock or not. Deciding against knocking, I walked in expecting to see him leaning back in his desk chair flipping a pen as usual, but the room was empty. Not sure of what to do, I sat down in my chair at the front of his desk and stared at the door.
After about five minutes, I decided to go to Syrup's room and feed her. I didn't want to be in trouble with Master Carthwrite for not doing my job.
Still slightly exhausted, even though I slept, I still lent against the wall for support. My shoulder was starting to get use to being rubbed along the wall.
“Who's a good kitty?” I jumped and scrambled to press my back into the wall. Hearing him coo to the cat was almost frightening. It seemed too...heartfelt and sickeningly happy for him in general.
A sweet 'meow' could be heard through Syrup's delightful purring. Suddenly there was a groan, followed by a few curses, and a small thud. My breath caught as the door handle turned and the door opened. He turned and froze when he saw me.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Answer me!” He growled, grabbing my throat with his hand and pushed by body into the wall with great force. My heart thudded loudly in my chest and ears.
“I don't know, a minute?” I managed to choke out against his restricting hand. It felt like I was breathing through a straw. His hand rose from my neck and snaked into my hair. A cry left my lips as he pulled me away from the wall and yanked my hair back. My body was pressed into his firm one as he looked down at me with a hateful glare.
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