Chapter 3
As I'm about to turn the handle of the door I hear Ms. Thompson laugh.
"Oh my dear, I you must mean Taylor, one of our servants here." She said.
"Servant? It was a child, not a servant I saw."
"Yes, Taylor you see is a child, I have raised as my own. She's deaf, mute and a little slow in the head with the mind of a 1 year old."
I took my hand off the knob and backed from the door confused. I was a servant and had the mind of a 1 year old? I was in fact the smartest in class when the teacher came to teach the kids. I had read every book in the library even correct the teacher a time or two. I sure wasn't deaf or mute, but how was I slow?
"Really, but she looked fine to us."
"Mr. Collins that doesn't prove anything, she may seem cute on the outside, but on the inside, she a hand full."
"Well she seemed to be so perfect."
Mr. Collins paused.
"Sorry Ms. Thompson, guess we we'll go to another home. Thank you for the time."
"Oh, don't mention it, it's my job, have a good day, and good luck with your search."
I stood still listening as the Collins went to the font door.
I ran to the window to see them as they walked off down the sidewalk. The door behind me opened and I heard Ms. Thompsons heavy footsteps walked up behind me.
As I watched the husband hold on to his depressed wife, Ms. Thompson bent down and whispered in my ear,
"If I could, I would do anything to get rid of you, only if I could."
She had the absolutely perfect time to get rid of me, why didn't she.
I looked at her with my blurry eyes with tears and said,
"What's stopping you?"
She looked at me dead in the eye and said,
"More like who's stopping me."
Taylor…
Taylor…
TAYLOR!
"What!"
I yelled as I opened my eyes. I looked around my room as the bright sun beamed on me.
Who called me?
As I sat there looking around for who it was then my mind flooded with the events from last night. The curtains, the halls, the MAN! I squeezed my cover tighter. Did someone break into the house? I jumped out the bed and ran to the front door.
When I reached the door I was going to lock the door, but it was already locked. That mean they could still be in the house. What actually happened last night?
I stiffened up a little. I looked down at my clothes. I was still in last nights clothes. Good.
Who was that man…that handsome man-? I then remembered his long dark brown hair from last night as he sat smiling at me.
My stomach made a growl so loud that it made my whole body shake. I jetted of towards the kitchen to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
When I got to the fridge my mouth dropped open.
The entire fridge was stocked.
Apples, meat, cheese, juices, yogurts, I mean full, things I never had at Fosters.
Someone was at the house. No, someone was in the house.
Ding-dong
Who's that?
I squeezed the cross around my neck as I walked to the door, shaking as I reached for the handle.
Ding-dong
I opened the door.
"Oh hi Miss Rozette, sorry I know its early in the morning but I came by yesterday and it seemed no one was home, but I have to get the rest of this paper work done t-"
I yank the scrawny lawyer right through the door it was better not to be alone right now.
"Well um, yes is there somewhere we can sit"
"Yes, yes Mr. um…?
"Rogers, Steve Rogers,"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card.
"Here, my card just in case."
"Yes, please sit here in the living room."
"Excuse me, but could I please have a bit of water?"
"Of Corse please sit, make yourself comfortable. Please."
"Why…why thank you."
Steve then smiled and then looked me up and down?
I turned and rolled my eyes and went back into the kitchen thinking that I really need to eat now before I got sick, I was getting dizzy.
I opened the cabinet took out a bowl and a cup for Mr. Rogers.
As I made my cereal and his water, I then realized, WHERE in the hell did these cups and bowls come from? This house may be making me crazy after all?
"Thank you for the water Miss Taylor."
"Don't mention it."
The lawyer smiled at me again. Weird man, but look whose talking. The girl with the magic refrigerator except nothing disappears, it just keeps on appearing.
"Let's get to business; I want you to sign here, here, and here."
"W hat are these papers?
"Oh, just papers stating that you received the house."
I didn't feel like looking through the papers, so I just started to sign.
"Mr. Rogers, tell me about my aunt."
"She was a very lovely woman."
"You say that as if you were trained to say that."
Mr. Rogers look at me and raised his eyebrows.
"Miss, it's really not my place to say-"
"What do you mean, who on earth would I tell, I just want to know what my 'lovely' Aunt Margaret did to make her so filthy rich."
"Well, I will tell you that I myself cannot even answer that, I just know that you were the one to receive it. Your aunt was very secretive about herself. Never let anyone get to close in her business if you know what I mean."
"No I don't 'know what you mean'."
"Well, she came to me for only thing that didn't need to be said, like passports, birth certificates, and things like that, but I've never handled her money."
"Wait, what did she need passports and birth certificates for?"
Mr. Rogers looked at me suspiciously, and then at the picture of my aunt over the fireplace then back at me.
"I think that you should really just finish signing these papers and I should be on my way."
I looked at him confused, but still finished signing the papers.
"Thank you again Miss Rozette-"
"Just Taylor please."
"Yes, Taylor…I'll be sure to come back soon to see how you are doing."
Mr. Rogers winked at me then headed out the door. I rushed behind disappointed in his early leave. I really didn't want to be alone.
"Mr. Roger, are you sure that no one has been in the house since my aunt has died?"
"I can't be too sure on that Taylor."
"How did you know that she had died?"
"A phone call was all that I received stating that she had passes and I straight to what I was told to do next over the phone."
"Who called?"
"I really don't know, he said that he was a friend and that the call was what he was instructed to do. To be honest, I really don't know how your aunt died."
With that Mr. Rogers turned to his car got in and left.
I closed the door and went back to the living room to finish my cereal.
What was really going on?
I looked around the shady room where the curtains were closed.
I started to get the shivers again and went to my room to take a long, long bath.
I can't be afraid of my own, home, not if I'm to live here for the time being.
When I think about it…I really have no where else to go.
I squeezed the little gold cross around my neck and went into the bathroom.