Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Clinton sat on a chair in his room with his laptop facing him. He had a stick of cigarette in between his fingers and smoked the air once in a while while his fingers worked on his laptop.

"Fuck!" he cursed in anger and focused more on the screen of the laptop.

Suddenly his phone began to ring. He checked the caller and sighed angrily. He stood up from the chair after which he picked up the phone and tapped on the answer button.

He listened calmly to the person on the other end without saying a word.

"Hello? Hello? Hello?" He called repeatedly.

"Fuck you! Damn you Stanley! You are an ingrate!" He continued to yell even though the person on the other end had already ended the call. He threw his phone on the wall and it broke. He placed the cigarette in his mouth and dragged it inhaling the smoke as his chest rose up and down in anger.

"Is everything okay sir?" Karen asked from outside.

"Get lost!" Clinton yelled at Karen who quietly left.

Clinton continued to pace around the room repeatedly. He went to the freezer in his room and took out bottles of hot drinks. He poured into the glass and downed it at a go without flinching. He continued to pour more of the drink into the glass and would drink it all at a go.

Before he realized himself, he was already drunk. He became violent and began to destroy things while yelling at the top of his voice.

Karen came to his door like before and kept on asking if everything was alright with him which she didn't receive any answers to.

When she couldn't take it anymore and heard him destroying things, she pushed the door and went in with two guards.

Clinton was sitting carelessly on the floor and held a bottle of drink with him.

"I told you not to come in here…" he said drunkenly. His voice was breaking and he would hiccup while talking. Karen used her hand to cover her nose against the stench that emanated from the room.

"Stanley is an ingrate...I will kill him if I ever get him…" he hiccupped again.

Karen carefully approached him, cautious of his current state.

"Sir, who is Stanley?"

"He duped me of my money. Can you believe that?" Clinton laughed hysterically and drank from the bottle pouring some of the drink on his body carelessly. He would also drop the bottle on the floor carelessly.

Karen was afraid. She wondered if Clinton was slowly losing it. Hmmm what will I tell Mr and Ms Smith, she thought.

"Guards get him up and take that drink from him," she ordered the guards she came in with.

The guards stared at her unwilling to do what she ordered.

"What? I said get him up and take that drink from him!" she yelled at them.

Reluctantly, the men approached Clinton and made to carry him up but one was unfortunate enough to run as Clinton scattered the bottle of wine on his head.

Karen in fear ran out of the room. The guards followed suit and the wounded one continued to scream 'my head o my head o'

Other maids and guards heard the shouts and rushed towards them to find out the cause of the uproar.

"My Goodness!" Karen said, breathing out fast and loud.

"What's going on? What happened to your head. Damn! It's bleeding!" Elizabeth was horrified at the sight of the damage on the guard's head.

Karen eyed her secretly and inwardly wished it was her head Clinton had scattered with a bottle.

"Come let me bandage it," Elizabeth offered.

"No!"

All eyes turned towards Karen.

"I will take care of that, after all I caused it,"

"Oh,"Elizabeth said, surprised at her words. When did she begin to care for people?

"But then, you have to do something else. Go and see Sir Clinton and find out if he needs anything?" she ordered and led the wounded guard away to bandage his wound.

The other guard that managed to escape without getting hurt pitied Elizabeth for the near death task she was about to embark on.

"Be careful Eli, he's drunk and dangerous at the moment," he whispered into her ears without letting anyone else hear it.

They all know how much Karen hated Elizabeth and wouldn't hesitate to send her into the Lion's den once she got the opportunity.

Elizabeth thanked him for his kind advice and headed off to Clinton's room with her mind completely blank as she had completely no idea on what to think.

Why will Karen send her into Clinton's room knowing fully well how risky it was. She saw with her eyes the deep wound he just gave the guard and still sent her to his room. Well, she wasn't surprised anymore. It was clear she hates her and can't just hide it.

Elizabeth knocked mildly on Clinton's door before she stepped in. She met him pouring wine into his mouth like it was water. She rushed towards him and snatched it from him.

"Give me back that drink," Clinton said drunkenly.

"God this place stinks so bad," Elizabeth didn't know when it escaped her mouth.

"Yeah. I know. Give me my drink and get lost from here you this witch!" Clinton blasted.

"No I won't," she said unafraid. She knew it was a deadly risk she was taking but there was no time for her to think carefully before acting.

Clinton started to laugh. Elizabeth wondered what was amusing him.

"By the count of five and you don't return my wine to me…. Do you know the money for that wine can buy ten of your miserable self…"

"I still won't give it back. Catch me if you can," Elizabeth said and stepped backwards trying to lure him up.

Clinton got angry, rushed to get up but fell hard on the floor.

"Oops!" Elizabeth exclaimed but hid her laughter.

"You are daring me huh," Clinton tried to stand up again but fell again.

"Stop it! You will hurt yourself. Just lay down. You will feel better after you wake up, I hope so."

Clinton was breathing hard and fast. The drink was taking toll on him already. He coughed out and began to throw up.

Elizabeth looked away in disgust, " eww." Whatever is the reason for him getting this drunk. For all the years she has served the Smith's family, she hasn't seen him get that drunk.

It wasn't long before Clinton slept off close to his vomit.

Elizabeth made sure he was truly asleep before she approached him and dragged him with all the strength in her on top of his bed.

She carefully began to take off his clothes that had vomited and stunk terribly. She almost choked but held her breath at intervals.

At some point, while she was pulling one of his hands out of the shirt, Clinton used the other of his hand and held her. She froze and for a moment she thought he was awake. She was afraid to imagine what would happen if he woke up and met her on his bed taking his clothes off. She carefully took his hand out of her body and continued to undress him carefully but slowly to avoid waking him.

Elizabeth had a tough time before she was able to completely take off Clinton's clothes because he wouldn't stay one place and would turn at intervals making her wait a little while before continuing.

But at last, she survived! She also cleaned and arranged the room.

"Have you done what I asked you to do?* Karen asked as soon as Elizabeth walked out of Clinton's room.

Your plan to get me killed didn't work. Sorry to disappoint you, Elizabeth said in her mind.

"Yes," she simply replied and walked off not willing to hear anything else from her. She was sure she had sent her into Clinton's room to get hurt. Thanks to God, her plans failed.