Lethal Bride - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Lethal Bride - Season 1 - Episode 9

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NANNY
He ended the call, but she still kept the phone pressed to her ear and looked at her new room. It looked too royal for a mere nanny. Her hand slowly left her ears as she tried to absorb her new environment. She could hear the faint sounds of the old man’s staff hitting each stair.

She felt his presence by the door, she turned towards him, he looked over the rim of his
glasses “can you handle this job?” she forced out a smile

“my sleeves are pushed up for
this. I am ready to get down and dirty”. “Good, good”, he nodded.

He excused himself and slowly walked towards
his room. She fell flat on the bed, closed her eyes tightly.

She really felt like screaming, scream until she wakes up from this nightmare, it didn’t
feel real. A tap on her face brought her.

She opened her eyes to see the joyful face of
the little girl. “Can you give me one reason why you have been smiling? Nothing seems
funny, absolutely nothing”.

Ella smiled even more broadly “I am smiling because I have a nanny, grandpa sleeps a lot, and he’s always tired. No one to play with, the housekeeper and cook all have unfriendly
faces”. Crystal marveled at her
fluency in pronouncing words, “how old are you?”, “six”. How the hell was she
going to handle a child? She wondered. She never had a thing for children; she only had love for weapons not children. Ella bounced on top of her suddenly, Crystal’s arms crossed in defense
involuntarily. “I am hungry
Miss Rebecca”. Crystal sighed,
‘this is going to be a long
month of torture with this chipmunk’, she thought.

“Show me the kitchen” she
said. Ella gleefully got up and
tried to pull her up. Crystal
smiled and made it seem like it
was her effort that made her stand up. As they climbed down the stairs, Ella tried to
hop with one leg, with her
arms spread out like a wing of
a plane as she made funny
noises with her mouth.

A part of Crystal feared that she might fall and sustain an injury; another part of her
didn’t care at all. Ella missed a
step but regained her balance
again.

That shot Crystal back to when she was little, about ten years old; she too did
something similar to what Ella
was doing. Her mom was
behind her as they rushed to
make it to church early, she spread out her arms and wanted to fly like a bird, her
mom cautioned her not to,
but she stubbornly insisted,
and hopped making sure she
jumped over two steps to the next. She missed her balanced and rolled down to the floor,
dislocating her wrist.

She cried so much, her mom hurried
down the stairs to pick her
up, then she noticed her wrist bleeding. She looked at her wrist and still saw the scar.

She looked towards Ella and
rushed to hold her back “stop
it Ella you might dislocate something in your body”, Ella frowned “but I do this all the
time”, “no Ella, hold my hand
and let’s go down together”.

The little girl reluctantly held
her hand, unhappy her fun had been stopped. As they got into the kitchen her eyes met a beautiful and well arranged kitchen.

She noticed there were two prominent colors, white and silver wares. She stepped further and saw a lady and a man talking in low tones.

She cleared her throat deliberately
to get their attention.

They turned their heads to see her.

The lady was the one who walked up to her first.

“Hello my name is Francesca.

I’m the cook. And that’s Reuben the housekeeper” she pointed to the man whose
back was rested on the kitchen sink with his arms
folded, he looked suspicious,
“we have all been waiting for
you Rebecca”. Crystal shook
hands with her but didn’t
want to get familiar with them. “Please I came to get something for Ella to eat”.

Francesca quickly got to work. She sliced fresh tomato, shredded cabbage with her
hand, rinsed and drained it, then cut onions into five thin circles.

She broke two fresh eggs and fried. She took four
slices of bread from the fridge and placed everything she did between them, kept them in a flat ceramic white plate and handed it over to Crystal.

Ella held on to her nanny, even before Crystal came she had already developed an attachment to her. She just kept mute and watched the
conversation between the
grown ups. Crystal took the
plate and noticed something
was missing “is there no liquid
to take it with?” Francesca slapped her forehead and rushed to the fridge, opened it
and brought out a jug of fresh apple juice.

She opened a cabinet and brought out a
glass cup. She gestured to the kitchen table; Crystal got the hint and followed her, holding
Ella tightly. She dropped the plate on the kitchen table, pulled out a chair and made
Ella sit, she looked a little scared, Crystal took the glass of juice from Francesca and
placed it in front of Ella, she
gently urged her to eat. Ella
started eating slowly. Crystal
pulled a second chair and sat in front Ella. She watched her the way her own mom
watched her eat when she
was little. A tap on her
shoulder distracted her; she
turned to see the stern face of the housekeeper.
“What is it?” she asked trying not to look irritated

“Crystal, we are here to keep
an eye on you and not to have any emotional attachment with anyone.

So keep your head above the
water and don’t sink”. Her
heart sank, she felt betrayed
and not trusted. How could
Easton do this to her? She had never given him any chance to doubt her capability. She
looked towards Francesca,
“hello Crystal”, her eyes
widened. “You too!” just then
her cell phone rang, she knew it Easton, she ignored it.

“If I were you, I won’t ignore
his call”, she looked his face,
she could see a smirk there.

She answered the call; his
baritone voice irritated her ears.

“Hello Crystal, I am sure you
have met your new friends”
“I thought you trusted me”
“I do actually, but there is still
a part of you that is soft, I have seen that. The way you look at that little girl tells me
all, I hope when drastic measures have to be taken you wont hesitate”, “how did
you see the way I looked at her?”, he laughed “I have eyes everywhere in that house”.

She sighed feeling let down.

“You know I won’t Easton, I
have never let you down, and
I am not about to start anytime soon”. He smiled at the other end “I know you
have not, but just in case”. He
ended the call. She stared at
her phone for some seconds
before looking towards Ella; her sandwich had reduced to half. “What is it Miss
Rebecca?”, “its nothing Ella,
try and finish up so we could
go back to my room and tell
me more about yourself”.