Chapter 7
Jack didn't bother with knocking this time, she just barged in. "Come on in Jack." Gillian said sarcastically. "Oh please, it's not like you and Riddick were doing anything." Jack says as she flops on the big bed. "My head is killing me." She whines, Gillian laughs at her as she folds her clothes to put them away. Jack eyes then wander around the room. "Funny, I've lived here for years and I haven't been in the room but about 3 or 4 times." Her eyes go to the other bed. "Gilly?" "Yeah?" "What's that?" "It's my bed." "How do you expect to win him over if you're sleeping there and he's in this big ass bed by himself." "I don't, that's why we arranged for me to sleep there." "You mean to tell me you still haven't let Riddick hit yet? I mean c'mon, I thought for sure after that kiss last night something was gonna happen." "It was only to please the drunken crowds." Jack scoffs then lies back on the bed once more. "Well it looked real to me. Riddick's attracted to you Gilly, you could have him by the balls if you wanted. You can get way more flies with honey than with vinegar." "What tha hell do I want with flies or Richard B. Riddick? I'm no one's whore." "No one's askin you to whore yourself. Just get closer. That's something to think about while he's gone." "He's gone?" Gillian asked, feeling suddenly aware. "Where did he go?" Jack squirms for the remote to turn on the TV and said, "No one knows. Jean says he just left." Gillian held her chin high as if to say 'good, I don't care' knowing she really did. "Well, maybe I can work in the garden now, it's in such a mess, I don't know what you people are paying your gardeners but they need to be strung up by toes." Jack giggles before she said, "Don't put it past Riddick or he just might do it."
In the garden, Jack watched as Gillian gardened on her hands and knees. Jack hated manual labor. Don't get her wrong, when she worked she worked hard and she even kept her mouth shut, Jack's theory was, 'why should I do it if someone else I'm paying can.' But Gillian looked as if she liked it. Hearing Sara cries was the only thing that knocked her from her thoughts. "Welp, it's obviously my time to go. I'll see you later?" Gillian looked up from her work, "Yeah, give her a kiss from Aunt Gillian." "Ah give it to her yourself." Jack said mockingly as she turned to leave. Gillian looked back down to her soil and laughed. Minutes later Gillian found that a tall form obstructed her sunlight. Looking up she saw the dark figure and recognized it as Jarvis. "Hello, your husband sent me to look after you." "You mean, make sure I don't escape?" "Um.Yeah." " Okay then, you're not gonna just sit there. C'mon, get on you knees and dig." Jarvis complied and started to dig along side of her." They began to talk and found that they both good company. At first Gillian thought that Jarvis would be a bother to her over the course of the next days, but he was actually quite pleasant. He hung out with Jack and her with whatever they did and made them laugh whenever he could.
When Riddick finally came back he was in a worse mood than when he left. Walking in the house he stormed around looking for a sign of her. Jerome was the first one to see him. "Where is she?" he simply said. "Who, sir?" "My wife." They were standing in the doorway of the kitchen that let out to the garden. Jerome faced it while Riddick's back was to it. Jerome looked past him to where Gillian was, she was finishing up her work she'd started a couple of days back when he left. "Jerome, where is she!" "Sir, she's right there!" Jerome yelled back as he pointed to her. Turning to see her, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "GILLIAN!" "Huh?" She simply said, her calmness only made him angrier. She was dressed in sweats and a baggy shirt; her face was dirty and sweaty. Her hands were red and blotchy. She was his wife; she didn't need to be on her knees, at least not yet. "What tha HELL are you doing?" "I'm laying down fresh rushes." "Get....Up!" He said slowly. "God, I pay people to do what you're doing woman!" "What am I suppose to do?!" "You're supposed to tend to me!" "You! You're not even here, so how can I do that?!" He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. 'Damn, she's right.' "Go get changed! It's almost time for dinner and I'm not gonna look over my dinner and see something as dirty as you!" It was her turn to try to say something. "Go!" He shouted, pointing to the house. Lifting from her knees she stalked into the house and gave him a horrible look.
Riddick picked at his food as he looked over at her. She was wearing a v- necked silk blue tank top with a black knee-length skirt that had a slip going up the side. Her hair was up with curls spilling over. Her necklace was y-shaped and dipped into her cleavage. Every time she bent down to eat a little more the necklace would dip even further, causing his gaze to go even further. She was a beautiful woman, that's not doubt, but he would not have her rolling around in the dirt like some servant of his. He wanted her at his beck and call, morning, noon, and night. 'So she wants something to do huh?' Riddick laughed as he thought of the things he could give her to do. "What's so funny?" "Nothing." He said as she realized that she was in the room. Taking another spoonful of food she chewed then continued. "So, where were you." Looking over his cup he said, "None of your business." Gillian rolls her eyes as she stands. "I'm going bed!" she snaps as she leaves the dining room. Riddick stood in shock.
Jack didn't bother with knocking this time, she just barged in. "Come on in Jack." Gillian said sarcastically. "Oh please, it's not like you and Riddick were doing anything." Jack says as she flops on the big bed. "My head is killing me." She whines, Gillian laughs at her as she folds her clothes to put them away. Jack eyes then wander around the room. "Funny, I've lived here for years and I haven't been in the room but about 3 or 4 times." Her eyes go to the other bed. "Gilly?" "Yeah?" "What's that?" "It's my bed." "How do you expect to win him over if you're sleeping there and he's in this big ass bed by himself." "I don't, that's why we arranged for me to sleep there." "You mean to tell me you still haven't let Riddick hit yet? I mean c'mon, I thought for sure after that kiss last night something was gonna happen." "It was only to please the drunken crowds." Jack scoffs then lies back on the bed once more. "Well it looked real to me. Riddick's attracted to you Gilly, you could have him by the balls if you wanted. You can get way more flies with honey than with vinegar." "What tha hell do I want with flies or Richard B. Riddick? I'm no one's whore." "No one's askin you to whore yourself. Just get closer. That's something to think about while he's gone." "He's gone?" Gillian asked, feeling suddenly aware. "Where did he go?" Jack squirms for the remote to turn on the TV and said, "No one knows. Jean says he just left." Gillian held her chin high as if to say 'good, I don't care' knowing she really did. "Well, maybe I can work in the garden now, it's in such a mess, I don't know what you people are paying your gardeners but they need to be strung up by toes." Jack giggles before she said, "Don't put it past Riddick or he just might do it."
In the garden, Jack watched as Gillian gardened on her hands and knees. Jack hated manual labor. Don't get her wrong, when she worked she worked hard and she even kept her mouth shut, Jack's theory was, 'why should I do it if someone else I'm paying can.' But Gillian looked as if she liked it. Hearing Sara cries was the only thing that knocked her from her thoughts. "Welp, it's obviously my time to go. I'll see you later?" Gillian looked up from her work, "Yeah, give her a kiss from Aunt Gillian." "Ah give it to her yourself." Jack said mockingly as she turned to leave. Gillian looked back down to her soil and laughed. Minutes later Gillian found that a tall form obstructed her sunlight. Looking up she saw the dark figure and recognized it as Jarvis. "Hello, your husband sent me to look after you." "You mean, make sure I don't escape?" "Um.Yeah." " Okay then, you're not gonna just sit there. C'mon, get on you knees and dig." Jarvis complied and started to dig along side of her." They began to talk and found that they both good company. At first Gillian thought that Jarvis would be a bother to her over the course of the next days, but he was actually quite pleasant. He hung out with Jack and her with whatever they did and made them laugh whenever he could.
When Riddick finally came back he was in a worse mood than when he left. Walking in the house he stormed around looking for a sign of her. Jerome was the first one to see him. "Where is she?" he simply said. "Who, sir?" "My wife." They were standing in the doorway of the kitchen that let out to the garden. Jerome faced it while Riddick's back was to it. Jerome looked past him to where Gillian was, she was finishing up her work she'd started a couple of days back when he left. "Jerome, where is she!" "Sir, she's right there!" Jerome yelled back as he pointed to her. Turning to see her, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "GILLIAN!" "Huh?" She simply said, her calmness only made him angrier. She was dressed in sweats and a baggy shirt; her face was dirty and sweaty. Her hands were red and blotchy. She was his wife; she didn't need to be on her knees, at least not yet. "What tha HELL are you doing?" "I'm laying down fresh rushes." "Get....Up!" He said slowly. "God, I pay people to do what you're doing woman!" "What am I suppose to do?!" "You're supposed to tend to me!" "You! You're not even here, so how can I do that?!" He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. 'Damn, she's right.' "Go get changed! It's almost time for dinner and I'm not gonna look over my dinner and see something as dirty as you!" It was her turn to try to say something. "Go!" He shouted, pointing to the house. Lifting from her knees she stalked into the house and gave him a horrible look.
Riddick picked at his food as he looked over at her. She was wearing a v- necked silk blue tank top with a black knee-length skirt that had a slip going up the side. Her hair was up with curls spilling over. Her necklace was y-shaped and dipped into her cleavage. Every time she bent down to eat a little more the necklace would dip even further, causing his gaze to go even further. She was a beautiful woman, that's not doubt, but he would not have her rolling around in the dirt like some servant of his. He wanted her at his beck and call, morning, noon, and night. 'So she wants something to do huh?' Riddick laughed as he thought of the things he could give her to do. "What's so funny?" "Nothing." He said as she realized that she was in the room. Taking another spoonful of food she chewed then continued. "So, where were you." Looking over his cup he said, "None of your business." Gillian rolls her eyes as she stands. "I'm going bed!" she snaps as she leaves the dining room. Riddick stood in shock.