Its Tuesday evening.
I cringed as another crashing sound came from upstairs.
The Slave Master has been at it for close to 20 minutes now.
He stormed into the house and went upstairs without so much of a glance in my direction—not that it bothered me or anything—his personal aides had followed him in, dropped his stuff off in his study and made their exit immediately. Then it started, different crashing and breaking sounds came from his room intermittently, each one causing me to jump in fear.
What could be wrong with the Slave Master?
The sound of household furniture that had just met its demise met my ears once again.
I sighed as I stood up from where I was perched on the couch.
Shaking my head as I thought to myself ‘I can’t take this anymore’ I marched up the stairs.
I paused at the landing that led to his room and I remembered how the Slave Master had categorically warned me not to set foot into his room. I hesitated as I realised just how foolish a step I was about to take. The Slave Master was usually very ill-tempered on his good days, and today was apparently a bad day for him. Was it really in my place to get him to stop this temper tantrum of his?
The sound of something breaking not too far away from me pulled me out of my reverie and made up my mind for me. I marched forward to the Slave Master’s room.
The door was open and right in front of it lay the carcass of a dead Samsung phone.
I took a deep breath before pushing the door open, the sound of my entry made the Slave Master pause from where he stood and he turned to look at me, lowering his arm which held a bedside lamp that he was probably about to fling out of the window.
“What are you doing here?” he asked in his dead and emotionless voice.
I had not been expecting that question.
What exactly was I doing here?
I thought I already decided that it wasn’t in my place to get him to stop his temper tantrum?
How had my brain forgotten to process this information to the rest of my body?
“Are you deaf?” he bellowed, causing me to shrink back from where I stood in terror.
I cleared my throat “Um…”
I cleared my throat again, it seemed as though all my words were stuck there and my brain wasn’t even making an effort to want to function at all.
I don’t know for how long I stood there, standing like a fool, probably with my mouth hanging open because the Slave Master suddenly burst out laughing.
I just kept staring, and he kept laughing. As in, actual laughter and not the usual humourless and dead laughter I was used to from him. He doubled over and wiped his eye and looked up at me and burst into another fit of hysteria.
That was when I shut my mouth.
He was probably laughing at me and how foolish I looked. Scratch the probably part. He was laughing at me and how foolish I looked.
“What’s so funny?” I finally found my voice when he was done.
“Oh God! You should have seen the look on your face”
I sighed and looked around the room. Everything was a mess. The beside table lay in a broken heap, clothes were strewn all over the place, the full length dressing mirror lay in broken shards on the floor, and that was just the little I could see from where I stood at the door.
“Why don’t we go outside for a bit” I said looking up at the Slave Master who had been staring at me as I carried out my inspection on his room.
He obliged and followed me downstairs.
“I take it you’re in a bad mood” said I.
“How did you manage to figure that out?” he asked sarcastically.
“You know what you need?” I asked, ignoring his stupid comment.
“What?” he asked.
“Puff puff, puff puff always makes everything better. Where are your car keys? I know a place nearby that has the best puff puff” I replied.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked with his most serious straight face.
“Nope, I’m dead serious”
The Slave Master sighed then shrugged and ushered me outside.
Yay! We’re going to get puff puff!!!