Chapter 5 Killing her will be a Blessing

Devin's Point Of View

"I am so going to kill her! Oh my goodness! What am I going to do?" I screamed as I walked out of the bathroom for the umpteenth time.

"Urgh!" I groaned as I lay flat on my face on my bed.

"What the heck did she give me?" I questioned myself against my bed.

"Was I poisoned? She dare not!" I yelled as I got up immediately in shock.

"What if she poisoned me? What if she was sent by my rivals?" I said perambulating.

"No!!!" I yelled.

"Sir! Is everything okay?" Someone asked me amidst my stress. I don't need this now.

"Who is that?" I struggled to ask as I turned to face whoever it was.

"Sir, Fredric !" He answered.

"Ohh... you... how can... can I help you?" I groaned as I walked back to the bed.

"I heard you scream so I came to check upon you, sir! Is all well?" He asked fidgeting on his spot. What's wrong with him?

"Are you the new guy?" I asked as I held my stomach, the movement was terrible.

The loud low dull continuous noise and turning in every direction produced a stinging pain, very painful, below my belly button.

"Yes sir, I came in last week. It will be one week from tomorrow. I can't..." he was explaining when I had to rush to the toilet in a bolt. A hot sensation ran down my stomach to my bowel and I felt the urge to release.

"Sir? Sir?!" I heard him call, as I slammed the door.

"Sir? Sir! Sir?" He yelled. Was he close to the toilet now or he is still in his spot? Because I don't understand why his voice sounds closer. Oh, no! Since I met her I haven't been normal, what did she give me? I am not okay!

"What... do... you... want? What is... it?" I groaned as I struggled on the toilet.

"Are you okay?" He asked again, getting on my nerves was natural for this guy.

"Dude! You're irritating me! Get the freak out of my privacy!" I yelled at the door where I knew he was possibly standing.

"Oh!" Was the only response that came from him before I heard the door slam shut.

"Oh... oh... oh! Ughs!" When will this end? When!

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"Hey, Fredric! Come here!" I yelled into the intercom before slamming it back into its case. I walked back to my bed, I had no strength anymore, everything had gone down the toilet.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so dead! So freak dead! Is this how freaking dying is?" I said to myself. I haven't accomplished anything, I haven't done that one thing I want to do so badly. Why do I have to be in this condition now?

Slowing a lukewarm liquid ran down my face. Geez! Was that a tear? Why will I be tearing up just because I can't stop purging? Freaking nonsense!

There was a knock on the door and I just stared at the door communicating through my mind but that's impossible because the person on the other side of the door isn't connected. The knock started again.

"Come in!" I yelled, startling myself.

The door opened slowly and I saw a head with messed up black hair, Jordan. Boy! This isn't the time to play silly games.

"What do you want?" I yelled again, startling him. Ouch! My throat hurts and I think I was too harsh on myself.

"Sorry sir, I just came to remind you of your eight o'clock meeting with the executives. You know you can't afford to miss it, not again," he stated with a sly smile before looking me over from head to toe where I lay on the bed with my hands gripping the duvet.

"What..." I said with a raised voice, "Do you mean 'again'?" I asked with a much lower voice while trying to hide my pain from my face.

"We have missed this meeting so many times that we can't afford to miss it this time, sir," he explained.

Whatever!

"Where were you when I was screaming?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Were you? I didn't notice anything like that," he said with a frown.

"Then how did the new boy, Fredric or what is he called, hear me? Aren't you supposed to be after me? Making sure I am super fine," I complained. What am I? A baby? Geez! Was I just seeking attention now? Ugh!

"He was patrolling this floor and I was in the kitchen. Make sure your food is prepared and not tampered with. I'm still doing my duties because everything I do is just for you," he said confidently.

"Whatever! Don't talk to me like I am your girlfriend or sort!" I said nonchalantly.

"Where is this freaking boy?" I yelled. It's been more than five minutes since I called for this boy.

"Who?" Jordan asked as he walked to my desk to drop some files he was holding initially.

"Fredric of course!" I yelled and just in time there was a knock on the door and without my permission, it opened.

"Sir?" He said, looking like he didn't do anything.

"Where have you been?" I asked much calmer than I expected.

"I was in the toilet taking a pee," he explained, avoiding my eyes. He wasn't lying though and he still smelled of his urine.

"A pee? For how long?" I asked.

"I take a lot of water so naturally I'd stay longer in the toilet than usual," he explained smiling.

Jordan and I shared a look and he started laughing slowly, his hand to his mouth.

"Wow, isn't that nice?" I said smiling. "I think I need to pick up your habit," I said but this brat, Jordan, won't stop chuckling.

"Hey, Jordan, leave this minute! No! This second!" I ordered. Why won't he stop laughing? Does he find it weird? But it isn't bad.

Oh no! Not again! The vibration from inward was turning into its usual loud low continuous noise.

"Hmm! Boy! Quickly call Miss Donna for me," I said but gave it a second thought before he left the room. "Hey, boy! Just tell her to prepare me soup, chicken soup to be preferable," I told him before he jolted out again.

"Hey, boy! Boy! Fredric! Fe..." What is wrong with this lad? Why does he like half the information?

I looked at the clock on the wall on my way to the toilet and it said thirty minutes past seven. Geez! I have thirty minutes left before the meeting.

"I'm so going to kill her!"