Crazy owner (8)
Paula fought him for power, fearing that she would be kicked out if she did nothing, but honestly, she thought that if she was caught, she would be punished. It was an act for which she risked her life. But why? As she followed, puzzled, Isabella spoke.
“Paula, did you know that there were quite a few maids here?”
“-Oh, yes. I heard about it.”
“Given the current situation, I tried to bring people, studying everything more carefully than usual. However, all those who were brought did not serve the master properly. On the contrary, the master’s condition worsened. However, I had to continue to look for people, but even this became difficult to do as strange rumors were circulating around. That’s why I brought you, Paula, a person who did not have the proper education, to do this job.”
Then Isabella stopped and turned around. Stopping immediately, Paula turned to face her, still holding her nose with her apron. Her eyes, visible through the slits of her slightly parted bangs, twitched.
“We can't change people every time, so it's time to change your methods.”
“Then...”
“As long as the owner’s body is not harmed, maintenance is entirely up to you Paula, so you can take care of it.”
This was close to implicit permission for her actions. To be honest, Paula didn't think she could turn a blind eye to this. What strange rumors were going around?
At least it was good for Paula. She never meant to hurt him; rather, it was done so that he could recover. But this process has never been easy.
When someone touches his body, he freaks out, pushing them away and throwing objects, causing the person to fly out of the room. There was no furniture left, as it had been smashed on the floor or in trash cans. Moreover, if he had nothing to throw, he would scream loudly or try to scratch his neck or chest to the point of tearing the flesh, often sweating.
At this point it was a matter of who would get tired first.
And at night a groan was heard through the thin wall. The sound of resistance crying in pain. Paula woke up to the faint sound of a painful scream. Listening to a sound that seemed like it could stop at any moment, she couldn't close her eyes and stared into the darkness. The disappeared dream did not return easily.
He fought...
Death.
Thinking about it this way made her feel strangely uneasy.
Long or slow, one more day. She wanted to live like this. Someone wanted to close her eyes a day earlier in this hellish life, but she didn't.
She wanted to live. There was a time when she longed for death, but now she wanted to live. Even though life was like hell, it was a shame to choose death. It's okay to be pointed at because you look weird, and it doesn't matter if they curse you out because you're dirty. Even if she bowed her head, she wanted to live. Survive.
People called this day a poisonous ringing. It was nice to be called that.
Even if the elderly gentleman accidentally caught the eye of an ugly girl passing along the street, who entered as the maid of the famous count. A blind gentleman who had a more outrageous personality than she could ever imagine.
When Paula entered Vincent's room, something flew by as if it was natural. The cup slid to the right and crashed into the door. The clock swung to the left, hit the wall and rolled across the floor. The pillow, which flew in undefeated, hit her in the face and fell. This blow caused the silver plate he was holding in his hand to fall. It was a foreboding feeling to see the dessert pouring out.
Even today, she looked at him indifferently and thought about what she should do. Straight path, forward. Once on the floor, she bent down to wipe up the squashed dessert. Another pillow immediately flew out and hit her in the face.
As soon as the pillow fell, she made a decision.
She must say a word.
So, when she stood up, she heard a muffled groan. Vincent curled up into a ball. Chaos has disappeared.
No, his condition was strange.
“Mister!”
Vincent clutched his chest and gasped for air.
Seeing his pale face, she immediately rummaged in the pocket of her apron. She then took out a small instrument and placed it in his mouth. When she pressed on the protruding part from above, he began to breathe, although it was difficult.
She's been through a lot of shocking things lately while taking care of Vincent. One of them was that he suddenly stopped breathing normally, just like now.
When she first encountered this situation, she was so shocked that she ran to Isabella. After telling her about Vincent's condition, she immediately called a doctor. It turned out that a doctor lived here and devotedly served the owner.
The attending physician held Vincent's chest, looked at his condition and took immediate action. He put a small instrument in his mouth like this. Then press down on the protruding part at the top to help him breathe, and Vincent soon regained his composure.
When she asked the doctor, who was leaving after finishing his work, what it was, he said it was a device to help her breathe.
" - I'll give you another one. Always be ready."
This device, small enough to fit in her hand, saved him.
According to the doctor, he was nervous because he couldn't see anything, and he was very tired, and he was quite weak because he didn't eat on time and didn't go outside. It's easier to get sick this way.
To cope, he needed to eat regularly, get out in the sun and do light exercise, but Vincent was still in his room. He survived without taking any medications.
Like a dying man.
What's wrong with what you can't see?
But when she thought that she could see absolutely nothing, she was overcome with horror.
How terrible would it be to live in a dark space, relying solely on sound?
Of course you can feel the touch, smell and taste. But all this does not overcome invisible fear. Besides, he almost died.
The fear must be greater than Paula thought.
The girl didn't want him to die.
It wasn't pity.
It was simply because she didn't want to clean up her master's corpse waiting for her.
She knew.
Every night he fought for his life.
Now she took the inhaler out of his mouth. Putting it back in her pocket, she looked at its state as it lay on the bed. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his bloodless face looked tired. And yet he was breathing more evenly than before.
He hit her hand hard when she tried to wipe away the cold sweat. His eyes were turned to the ceiling, but his knitted eyebrows expressed dissatisfaction.
“ - Don’t touch.”
“Looking at you, it seems that you feel better.”
“I think I’ll be better off without you.”
This mouth!
“You must be enjoying the pain.”
“Get lost.”
“ - If you eat.”
Paula brought him breakfast to replace the fallen dessert. As usual, it was rice. She approached him with a bowl of rice in one hand and a spoon in the other and decided not to show determination on her face.
“-Get away from me!”
“Yes, yes.”
Paula cupped Vincent's face, avoiding his touch, took a spoonful of rice and put it in his mouth. She wanted to hold his mouth open with her finger, but she couldn’t. This was because she almost got bitten by his teeth the last time she put her finger on it.
Paula wanted to feed him slowly, but his resistance was so strong that she emptied the entire bowl into his mouth. The sheet became dirty because the food did not get into his mouth and flowed down. His neck and face were also smeared with rice.
“No, take it...”
“A little more.”
“- Let go, uh, let go... Let go!”
Unable to bear it any longer, he kicked her. Concentrating on feeding the rice, Paula fell backward, unable to resist the sudden force. While they were arguing, she fell to the floor as she was on the edge of the bed.
“Ugh.”
It hurts!
Paula grabbed the back of her head, which had hit the floor, and groaned. Her eyes were clouded. The bowl that fell next to her face began to spin and stopped.
The rice fell onto the bed and floor, leaving an empty bowl. His clothes were also dirty. However, he pulled the sheet up and wrapped it around his body. The rice stuck to his cheek fell onto the sheet.
[How can I wash this?]
There was a sigh at the brawl that was about to happen again.
“You're crazy.”
“The sheet is dirty, so are the clothes, and you better change into new ones.”
Paula picked up the empty bowl and looked for the spoon, but couldn't see where it had fallen. Finally, she gave in and brought new sheets and pajamas. Since his personality was so disgusting, she realized that it was better to do it all at once rather than do it one after the other, so she put everything together.
“Don't touch my body.”
“If you change your clothes yourself, I won’t touch you.”
After thinking for a moment, she threw his new pajamas at him. Paula leaned against the wall and watched him. Vincent shook the pajamas gently but didn't accept them, so when she finally climbed onto the bed to force him to change, he quickly took them away.
Somehow, in an attempt to calmly change him, Paula quickly brought a small basin of warm water. He refused to take a bath, so she tried to dry his body with a wet towel.
" - Wait".
When he tried to stop him from changing his clothes in such a dirty manner, he hit her hard on the arm. It hurt. Soon after, Vincent glared at her, but she wasn't particularly surprised. This was also familiar behavior.
" - If you leave everything as it is, you will still remain dirty. Wipe this, this and put on your clothes."
Paula gave him a wet towel. He hesitated a little, but began to straighten himself out.
However, the areas where the towel touched were not cleaned.
Finally, Paula put away the wet towel and began to wipe off the areas with the remaining rice. Vincent dodged back. But there was no salvation.
Paula silently wiped the rice from his face, neck and hair and stood up from the bed.
She needed to change the bedding, so she glanced at him, but there was no sign that he was going to move out of the way. She looked around and pulled on the bedding. Even though he noticed her intention to move away, he pretended not to know and did not move.
In the end, there was a fight between them again. Then, in an instant, the bedding fell off.
This caused her to fall and hit the back of her head a second time.