Memory Elapse

Chapter 4- getting closer

This chapter is dedicated to the loving memory of my parrot and fish, Bacon and Mr. Fishy.

"Mr. Winston! Are you alright please open the door!" I was woken up from shouts and taps from the door. I rolled my eyes and got up. "Would you please shut up... am alright just a little tired.."

I walked up to my door recognizing the voice that came from behind it.

"I beg your pardon Sir but I was concerned you have not eaten anything since this morning."

I sighed and glared at my butler, " I'm not hungry Andrew.....I don't really have an appetite." I headed back to my bed.

"Its been two days now Sir since you have not properly eaten anything.....Anyhow I know Doctor George said you've been exceptionally good doesn't mean you should ignore your diet."

" No one cares Andrew," I forced a fake smile.

"Well, I care Master. The entire staff does."

I placed my hand on my face.

"You should go back on your vacation Andrew and what's with you calling me Master and Sir?"

He smiled.

"It's the proper ethics for a butler."

Andrew's dad was my father's butler. He was present in my life since I was born. We were practically family. I wanted him to be able to work alongside me, to be my right-hand person but somehow now he's my butler?

"Ugh..I'm going nuts with how things are different. You and I both know that I don't want you to be working under me... at least not like this. Like I just thought you came to visit me yesterday not to take care of me."

He gave me a gentle nod as if to let me know he understood what I meant.

"This must be a bad joke you can't be my butler. Also, where's Clarke? I have not seen her in a while." I emphasized on the my.

"You mean since yesterday.... well she is quite busy you know. What do you mean I cannot be your butler."

"No, she's not I heard you came back from your holidays earlier than planned because from according to the heaps of gossipers you came to take over Mrs. Clarke's job. My point is please come out clean with the truth Mr. Collins."

He sighed looked at his feet and then raised his head.

"Eavesdropping is wrong especially for someone of your statue... anyway you are right about me taking over Mrs. Clarke's duties."

"And why did you take over her job and lied to me about her being busy? Not really a good thing for a butler lying to his master now is it Mr. Collins? And geez drop the butler master thing it's weird." I shuddered.

"Master sure is a sharp one. Mrs. Clarke hasn't been feeling well." He snickered.

"Ohhh sooo she's resting in her room."

"I guess so Mr. Winston."

"Where's her room found at?"

He rolled his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, ran his hand through his satin black hair and sat down on the sofa by my bed.

"I'm going to ditch the butler-master-thing for a moment."

He breathed in.

"Mrs. Winston planed for me to come back since she knew that you and I go way back Damien. She wanted you to have a more familiar face around. But as I came back I noticed her health was deteriorating so I made it a must for her to go rest."

"But... I never noticed."

"Mrs. Clarke is quite the actress and can be deceiving."

"Is she alright?"

He nodded.

"She just needs rest."

"Yeah, sooo where's her room once again?"

"Jesus Damien let her rest. Anyway, I think her in-laws was supposed to come visit or vise versa."

"Her h-husband...what's her husband's name?"

He frowned and looked as if he was fighting a smile to remain serious.

"She didn't tell you? That only Mrs. Clarke should answer herself."

"Hmmm...."

I rose up from my bed and placed a hand on my hip and the other forward pointing at the door with my finger. "I order you to take me to her."

"Damien just sit down I know you are excited about the fact you can indeed walk around but I feel obligated to tell you that you need to take it easy. Your ribs are fractured remember?"

"Fractured not broken."

"Well, you are awfully enthusiastic today. I know you got a gush of hope when Dr. George said you may move around but not for an extensive number of hours. I want to remind you that your mansion is among the biggest and recent ones in the country.

I sighed and sat down on the bed. It was pointless to argue, I'm going to be here all day whether I like it or not.

"I still can't believe how you and Mrs. Clarke fooled me, I seriously thought I could not walk for at least a solid 6 to 8 months."

"The fact that you could walk after a short time period should already be fine for you." He eyed me. "Do you have any idea how dangerous and rough that accident was?"

I shook my head. He sighed.

"Just eat your food you can't live off protein shakes forever."

I rolled my eyes. "How can you confirm that? Besides it's not like you can force me to." I added in a matter of fact tone.

"Want me to shove it down your throat?"

I frowned, "I'll pass. I'll eat it."

After I ate I laid down in bed feeling in between idle and restless. My mind kept on running. I have so many questions but here I am trapped in my room, with nothing better to do.

I looked over around me and noticed the diary Olivia gave me. How silly am actually considering writing in it? The dilemma I'm facing is too much to be bottled up she said, my desire for something unattainable can't be contained I thought.

I sighed and buried my face in my pillow and closed my eyes.

"Are you sleeping?"

"No sh*t Sherlock."

"I really despise you and your smart ass, Mr. Winston," Andrew sighed as he took away the tray away.

"Have a good nap."

"Just leave already!" I whined.

He laughed then left.

I smiled, I'm just overthinking things, how could I not? I have ten years' time of things to catch up with.

End of chapter
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I'm sorry, I really meant to update this sooner but then stuff happened. My bird passed away and a few days later my sister's fish died. I won't be updating regularly now since school resumed. But I will try to make the chapters a tad longer.(I know this one is short though.) Thank you for your comprehension and thank you for reading. Ok peace potato bye 👋

Please do let me know if there are any typos or mistakes.