C1 Elizabeth

"Elizabeth!"Karen called as she walked from the balcony towards where she suspected Elizabeth would be at.

"Weren't you aware I was calling you?" asked Karen a bit angry as she approached Elizabeth now. Elizabeth was a bit startled and looked up from what she was doing. She truly had no idea she was called.

"I'm sorry ma, I didn't hear you," replied Elizabeth slightly bending her head in nervousness. She didn't want to get into anymore trouble with anyone. She was just getting out of the one she had with their boss son and wasn't ready for another moment of draining questioning again.

Karen looked at her in disgust, "why are you still not done with this, you very much know sir Clinton would be back any moment from now and his room needs to be cleaned. Please hurry up a bit for once in your life!"

"Yes ma, I would be faster," Elizabeth replied as she increased her pace with the cleaning. Karen left after she gave her one last displeased look.

It wasn't too long before Elizabeth finished with the cleaning and quickly hurried to Clinton's room to also clean it. Immediately she opened the door, a dirty smell emanated from the room. A choking smell.

"Jeez! Uh! Uh! Uh!" she coughed and used one of her hand to cover her nose.

"How can a human that has the blood running through him mess up a room in this manner?" Elizabeth asked rhetorically.

"Me."

She heard a voice say behind her. She froze that moment as her heart nearly jumped out of her mouth. How could she not know that voice. Her nightmare. What would she do now?

"Erm, sir. I..." she tried to explain but the look she met on Clinton's face tied her tongue.

"I did," Clinton said still looking at her in a very mean maner.

"What?" Elizabeth asked confused.

" 'How can a human that has the blood running through him mess up a room in this manner' " he mimicked her, "I did. So tell me what you would do to me," said Clinton as he began to majestically walk fully into the room with his eyes still fixed on Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was more afraid now. This is the devil she knows. The one that won't stop tormenting her life. She shut her eyes tight and prayed the pain be less on her.

She felt him walk to her front but suddenly stopped. Her body shook in fear. She hadn't seen him come in. She would have known better than to speak to his hearing. She just wished whatever punishment he would melt out to her not be so hard on her.

To her utmost surprise, without saying even a word to her, he turned back and left the room.

Elizabeth opened her eyes slowly once she heard the sound of his footsteps completely disappear from the room.

That was the very first time Clinton had pardoned her without punishing her first. She couldn't believe it. She wondered if something was wrong with him. Though, it was something to be happy about, at least she wasn't punished as usual but it was too real to be completely accepted by her. Elizabeth hoped within her that Clinton wasn't planning to make it worse for her by letting her go for this one.

"What if he comes back to punish me?" she asked her fellow colleague when was done cleaning and they were having a free time.

"I'm not sure he does that."

"Does what?" asked confused Elizabeth.

"I mean come back to punish someone, he does whatever he wants to do that spot. Don't worry, he forgave you. Go and sin no more," Ruth answered focusing more on the cotton material she was crocheting.