Chapter 25–Familiar feelings

Mary's(Ella)POV:

After I was discharged, my new boss Mr Brown drove me to his home which apparently is where I will be living until my salary clears off the debt I owe him.

He really had a nice place. Very conducive and beautiful. There was this funny feeling of this place being so familiar. Although, I must confess my boss is hot and extremely handsome. God must have really taken his time to create such a fine specimen.

It was so obvious that I wasn't the only one tripping. Those nurses mostly checked on me when he was around and I caught one of them staring at him like an artist staring at one of his masterpieces.

I was trying to remember things. It was like my memory was washed. I must have been hit so hard. There are a lot of pictures of Mr Brown and his son but none of his wife. Well, I guess his wife either didn't want the child or she died while giving birth to the child.

The way Kendrick instantly clung to me was quite astonishing. His father definitely had strong genes due to Kendrick's resemblance.

All these nice clothes for me? I couldn't help but question. I still couldn't believe the fact that he would buy me all these things and treat me so nicely all because I was Kendrick's nanny.

What if he liked me? Could that be the reason for the preferential treatment I was getting? 'Well someone is giving herself high hopes 'my inner voice said. But I heard he had been taking care of me all this while.

I better get to work before I'll get fired on my first day of work. I don't understand why breast milk stains are on my nipple region. Could it be that I once had a child? Some many questions I wanted to ask but seems there was no one to answer.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I was able to feed Kendrick and put him to sleep. I switched off the major lights in the building and left the dim bulbs on so as to enable people to move around the house without tripping.

After ensuring that everything was in place and Kendrick was sleeping soundly, I decided to wait for my boss to arrive.

I was extremely tired and it was time for me to retire to bed but there was still no traces of my boss.

The clock was showing five minutes past ten and one could only hear the sound of crickets. One of the things which I earlier discovered was that immediately we entered the estate everywhere was absolutely quiet.

Just in time, I saw my boss walk in with flowers and chocolate, my favourite. I was standing at the end of the staircase with a napkin in my hand when he ran towards me and carried me bridal style, saying how much he missed me and how he could not sleep knowing my side of our bed was empty.

He also said that he constantly had to spray my favourite perfume in our room, on his clothes and everywhere around the house so as to feel my presence and then he kissed me.

All these familiar feelings, yet I couldn't bring myself to say a word all because it felt like a dream. One which seemed impossible. The last thing I heard were the words "I am never losing you again" and everything turned pitch black.

Waking up to feel the soft silk sheet of a bed rather than the feel of a couch was disturbing.

Last I remember, I was downstairs waiting for my boss. What if it wasn't a dream, what if everything I thought I was dreaming about was real and what if my head was playing tricks with me.

He would never carry me a bridal style or kiss me or tell me he loves me, I mean a common help? If I told anybody they would think I was mentally disturbed. They would even laugh at me and get me checked again probably I still had issues with my head.

How did I get up though? I must have sleepwalked upstairs. The strong effects of these drugs were starting to give me great concern. The doctor never mentioned hallucination as one of the side effects. A little dizziness yes but not all these disturbing dreams.

I pick out the package containing my drugs and head downstairs to get breakfast before using them.

After breakfast, I use my drugs, take my bath and pick out a gorgeous lemon green fitted strap dress and pair it up with a gladiators sandal. I head downstairs to give Kendrick his breakfast from one of the bottles I filled with milk this morning.

After doing all the necessary things that I was assigned to, I head upstairs with the baby monitoring device and think about ways to contact my family. It's so disturbing how I can't remember any of them. At least I should remember one person, whom I could at least contact.

They would be worried about me probably looking through nooks and cranny. I hope they finally get to contact me. The effect of the drugs should be kicking in some months from now. The doctor said it will take some time so I just had to be patient.

Then something struck me during my cause of thinking. The stretch mark below my stomach was a sign that at one point it stretched and if I could produce milk from my breast it all sums up to a conclusion that I recently put to bed.

Could it be that I lost my child when I was hit by a car or could it be that I have a child somewhere waiting to be fed with breast milk? I need answers and if I don't get them fast I am going to lose it.

The phone rings with the contact name showing Mr Brown.

"Hello, I just wanted to check up on you and ken. Sorry I couldn't wait for you to get out of bed before I left for work. I had pressing issues that needed quick attention."

"Good morning Mr Brown. Thank you for calling. Ken is doing great and so am I. Please I would like to know if you would be coming back home early today? I would like to discuss some issues with you, sir."

"Please call me Jade and I could quickly finish up things here at the office and we can discuss over an Italian dinner."

"I don't know if dinner sounds appropriate sir considering our relationship as boss and staff".

"Just see it as a compensation for helping me with Kendrick"