All the while the day went on…Sarah could feel her soul weighing heavily down…as did what Richie had asked her to do. There was some compremise as to be sure not to go completely overboard with this power he had over her. He did agree to some terms…but all were still under his rule of thumb.
She took him to the arcade…fed him waffles…played target practice with his suction cup bow and arrows, and of course…made him a dinner of his choice…nothing really fancy…just some hamburgers, with mash potatoes and chicken tenders…she agreed to make it only if he could finish what was given to him. Which he did and then ordered chocolate ice cream, with lots of nuts…chocolate and whipped cream.
Once the young master was fed…he yawned and said he was going to go upstairs to wash off before bed. Leaving Sarah alone in the, destroyed to no end kitchen. Flour and seasoning plastered on the floor and counters because of her uneasy haste in preparing dinner…the chocolate syrup and whipped cream dripping from the counter tops along with scattered nuts all over the floor, from the many attempts of making his dessert..only to have it knocked out of her hands to prepare it again and again.
She leaned up against the turned off oven and sank down to her knees. How did she end up in this mess…for what reason did she deserve such punishment that could send her to tears knowing full well what were to happen if she should even utter a word of help to her friends…or her beloved Wilt.
After a few moments of composing herself. She gathered all of her strength and started to clean the kitchen.
From the door frame of the kitchen way, watching with a heavy heart…Blake only watched her for a moment before walking into the kitchen.
Sarah didn't even look his way, hearing his heavy metal boot steps hitting the kitchen flooring, she said, "if you come on your masters accord to order more of my services…you shall wait till I am finished cleaning."
"I have not come to add more burden to your already heavy task. I merely came to see if…" Blake blushed a little, "if you want some help?"
Sarah stopped for a moment to look at Blake, almost with a slight and untrusting glare.
"Granted I promise not to cause much discomfort, for I young Miss am hero!" Blake said proudly now, showing that he can be the hero she wants so badly.
"No thank you."
Just like that….Blake's ego was deflated faster than a balloon loosing air through a giant whole… "I beg your pardon?"
Sarah turned her attention back to the kitchen counters, wiping them down, "Asking for your assitance could either be a trick or a test of my already known fate should anything be spoken out of turn of my known position."
He knew what she meant, and he did over heard the threat placed upon Sarah earlier that morning, but pretended none the less, that he knew nothing, "I have no idea what you are you implying young miss I jus-"
"Even if you don't know…I assure you sir, I can manage myself. For it is not your burden to bare but my own." she said factly.
Blake was surprised, it wasn't that she didn't want his help…more like she didn't wish to put him in a position that could go up against his creator and master. Even in such a state of her falling to tears of this now crushing fate, she was more concerned of other peoples well being aside from her own.
He could only watch her for a few minutes, stunned in such actions of her behavior. He hasn't seen the contents or heard any information of this, mishap that has caused her to be stuck this way. Perhaps Richie was making sure that he didn't have any fall backs this time, seeing how he wasn't much help in making Sarah leave yesterday. Despite the reasons for Richies lack of info…he didn't wish for Sarah to fall burden to such fate, but knowing full well even if he were to leak any information to fosters, could still land big problems for Sarah, which was she desperately trying to avoid.
So rather than enforcing the issue, he just walked in and started to help her clean.
Sarah looked up to him, "you don't have to do this."
"I know…" Blake said, then turned to look at her, "But I want to."
Sarah stared at him for a moment and then gave a small smile, accepting his help in her task and continued to clean.
Once the kitchen was finished and the remains of dinner were set aside for Miss Richards when she returned. Sarah cleaned off her hands glancing up at the clock, seeing that it was almost 9. Miss Richards did say that she was going to be late, but she didn't say how long she was going to be out. Which mean it could be midnight or so before she returns.
After Thanking Blake for his help, she decided to go upstairs to see how the little black mailer was doing as far as getting ready for bed.
Once there she looked at the little trail of water foot prints on the nicely carpet flooring that came from the bathroom to Richie's Bedroom. She sighed heavily and walked into the bathroom to clean up the soap scum floor and mess of puddles of water.
She was on the verge of finishing up when she heard a loud groan of pain coming outside the room…jumping to her feet, she ran to the sound and found that the groaning came from Richie's room.
Sarah walked up to the door and peeked inside…and sure enough, There was Richie on his bed, holding this stomach. She stared at him for a moment before walking up to him and sat on his bed.
Richie just looked at her and scowled, "what are you looking at?"
"I am looking at a little boy, who is suffering from the case of….to much power."
"shut up…its just a stomachache…I will get over it."
"all that food you had isn't good for you…"
"then why did you fed it to me?"
"I only did what you asked…Master Richie…though I suppose I could tell your mom what I did…possibility could get me fired…but seeing how I am not fit to feed you correctly.-"
"alright alright….just…get me something for the pain."
Okay so she still had some power in her profession, which was a least a little more comforting…but it wasn't enough to save her.
Getting up from the bed…she walked back to the bathroom and looked into the medicine cabinet, grabbing a small bottle of pedobismal before walking back.
Richie immediately grimaced at the bottle the minute he recognized the color, "no way I ain't drinking that Chalk tasting gag stuff"
"it's the only way to cure your stomachache, which could lead up to other problems if it isn't taken cared of correctly and soon."
"No!"
"look, I know a lot of kids don't like this…but its only way to cure your aching stomach…its either this or I explain everything to your mother."
"you do that, and I will let the files out for sure…you will never be able to work here or anywhere on the planet again, unless its behind bars."
Sarah looked at him slightly annoyed, okay either way she was still in trouble….maybe she could compremise something to where they can both agree…
"alright, this is getting us nowhere…how about I bring you something to wash it down with. Sprite or 7up are usually good for stomach aches…especially ginger ale."
"I think we do have some in the fridge downstairs.."
"Alright…if I get you a small glass of Gingerale…will you take the medicine?"
Richie groaned, out of annoyance more than pain, "yeah…I guess"
"good"…Sarah took a heavy sigh and then walked towards the door just as Blake came in to check on his creator.
Sarah looked up to Blake, "he will be alright…he just needs some medicine….I will be right back" she said placing a hand on Blake's arm before heading down.
Blake in Return blushed to the touch..for it was the first time she willingly made any physical contact with him….and her touch was so soft…just like he thought they would be. After a brief moment he came up to his creator and made sure he was alright.
The whole time Richie was watching through agonizing eyes…even in his state of pain…he couldn't unsee what he just saw…seeing his imaginary friend gush over that cat woman was almost sickening to him he wanted to throw up there and then. But then thought about the situation more…maybe…he should…share this…new power with his imaginary friend…after all…Blake lived with them too…might as well take advantage of this while he still could.