SWiTCH iN

••• Emile Kiddie POV •••

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I'm in my room preparing for my medical consultation. I take a bath, brush my teeth etc... my everyday routine. I put on a red sheath gown.

A flowing body-conscious silhouette gown with black peep-toe heels. Once I'm done, I hurry downstairs.

"Good morning mommy!." I happily get down the stairs screaming at the top of my melodious voice like a rhythm. I take a sharp glance around the house. I perceive my mum busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

I ride and hug her tight. "Emile!...." She yells my name.

Yet, I stick on her. Gripping her tighter. Her body is slightly cold and I love it. "I can't breathe!." She barely can chuckle. Thou she wants to burst into laugh right now. I don't mind giving her several perks on her jaw. I love this early morning warmth that she bestows.

"Good morning mum!." I then realise her after giving countless perks. I know she loves my crazy ass. She is my muse. I'm shy with others but not with mum!. I hurriedly take a seat. "You need love, my girl!." she looks at me and grins. I love this smile of hers. "I have you!. I love you and you love me this is enough for me!." I answer with a stunning glance. "Don't be silly girl!. I mean you need a man in your life to constantly shower you with love and enormous sensation that me your mother can't give you!." she caresses my hairs. Immediately fix back my hairs at her touch. She is chartering my hairs in the name of caress. More to that I don't understand what she is trying to mean. "Mum, you give me all the love I need!. I'd think I need some extra presently!." She doesn't say anything she stares at me wig a conny smile. "Just on time!. Breakfast is done!." She dishes out. Toasted bread with scrambled eggs and tea. OMG!. I hate this tea. It's not normal tea and sugar as you might think. It's tea mixed with some of her special concoctions. Very disgusting in my mouth. "Emile make sure you drink all your tea this time. No silly excuses!." She urges as she notices the weird gaze on my face when she places the tea by me. I feel as break this glass of tea. Unfortunately, it won't stop her from making another one. I start eating quickly like a hungry dog. Once I'm done eating the food I rush out like I'm late for my appointments. All this drama just to avoid drinking her concoction. "Emile, you haven't touch your tea!." She yells as she watches me depart. "Sorry, mum!. I'm late for my consultation!." I answer as I disappear from her site. "OMG!." I praise the heavens as I succeed in escaping. She smirks!. "Children! they think that they are smarter!. I added some powder of the concoction into her eggs!. What she doesn't know won't kill her." She laughed as she watches me leave!. I stop at the station and I take a bus to the Saint "Agnes's hospital". Catholics believe that Saint Agnes died a virgin!. She is like my alma mater!.

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Once I reach the hospital, I rush to the receptionist. It's a fat woman seated on her chair with the hospital uniform. I'm on time. The bus did waste time today. "Hello Madam, how may I help you!." The receptionist greets with all the formalities. "Hi, I'm Emile kiddie. I'm here for a check-up with doctors Jones!." I retort with a greeting first. She quickly checks on her computer and gets back to me. "Okay, madam a nurse will take you to a consultation room. Mr Jones will be here shortly!." she kindly explains with a soft smile on. She then calls for a nurse who takes me to the room. OMG! the worse nurse ever. She complains about her boyfriend till we reached the room. To a total stranger as if I care!. "What the hell is wrong with her!. Does she knows my problems?." I cry deep within. As we reach the room, I climb on the small consultation bed. While the nurse fixes all the necessary for the consultation and lament on her Self. She bores me with her stories and I fall asleep. She, later on, leaves. I remain asleep!. "I'm here to do an artificial insemination to Madam Emily Dickinson!." The doctor shouts as he enters the room. There is a net separating us. "Yes, doctor!." I shudder out of sleep at the sound of his voice without understanding his question. He walks future to the table. "I'm doctor John McCain I'm replacing Mr Jones for the day!. He had an emergency and he couldn't show up!." He introduces his self. While I rub my eyes with my hand to see clearer. I take my usual position for the consultation. I lay on my back and I spread my legs!. "Shit!." Then I remember that I have an interview today. Instantly check my watch and I notice that I have spent more time than expected at the hospital. This interview is so important in my life. It's in one of the biggest institutions in our country. I can't miss this lifetime opportunity. "Madam Emily, you gonna feel a little pinch. Be rest assured it's won't be long!." Mr John McCain explains. I don't give a f*ck about all that he says. All I want is to leave this place ASAP. "Ouch!." I howl as he inserts some weird tiny object into my cervix. Mr Jones has never pinched me this deeply. Maybe this doctor McCain is a pervert!. I frown!. "Madam Emily we are done!." He notifies me. He didn't waste time as old Mr Jones. I Immediately arise, pick up my stuff to leave while uttering... "See you in six months or Mr Jones!." "He has a weird way of pronouncing my name!." I smirk as I walk away. However, I don't care. I'm happy he didn't waste more time. Thou, it's weird having a total stranger Stary my private. I hope they won't change him next time. "Six months?." Mr McCain remains dumbfounded as watches me leave. Uttering six months instead of a month or so.

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Normally, I go for a check-up every six months. I was treated of a pelvic inflammatory disease which nearly took my womb along. Reason for the check-ups and my mum's weird tea concoction. OMG, she is more frightened than me by the idea of her only daughter getting infertile. While all I care about is to find a good job, succeed in life and make her happy. Children can come after that. She suffered a lot for me and to pay for my treatments. She also needs moments of happiness. I have never seen her relax. She keeps solving one problem after another. Now it's still hard for us to cope with life expenditures, my drugs etc... They are damn expensive. Yet, she doesn't give up. She keeps fighting like a loin in a juggle. She does the hardest part yet I keep depressing must of the times. When I say youngsters insulting their mother or parents, I say "wow, wow, wow!.".

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I'm practically running to the bus station, I don't want to be late for this interview. All my life and dreams depend on it. As I take my left leg further It unexpectedly declines deeper than expected. I get unstable and stumble luckily I don't fall. I bend down to release that one side of my heel has broken. I remove my shoes and I run into the bus with both pairs in my hands.

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"Hello Mr Dickinson, your wife didn't show up for her appointment at the hospital today. I was asked to inform you!."

The receptionist calls.

An unexpected cold look swipes over his faces as he answers the call. "Shit!." Mr Dickinson yells as he carries the beautiful glass pitcher on his table and hits it on the wall!. He unties his tie Groaning in fury!. He clenches his fists so rigid that it slightly cut into his palms as he drops the phone.

"F*ck!. He looks like a beast right now!." My heart falls into my stomach!. I start sweating in fear that he might hurt me in the process!.

I perceive some weird glance on me as I enter the bus bear feet with both shoe sides in my hands. I don't mind their interviewing glance on me. I'm stress enough already. I rapidly take a seat. I take the other side of the shoes with the heel still on and I try to remove the heel.

"I can't enter the building bare feet, they won't take me seriously." I carelessly wiggle my wet tongue on my outer lips, practically fighting with my shoe right now, the heel appear to be stronger than I thought. Very pathetic to observe.

"Madam!." A lady approaches me I don't notice nor heed her call the first time. I'm busy battling with my shoe. She notices the frustration in me. She kindly calls me back for the second time.

"What?!!!." I cry, thou it's more like yelling at her. I recall initial saying that I don't care about their weird glance at me but it's a lie. I'm unable to glimpse at them. I'm shy, nervous and I don't need their query gazes or pity.

"I can help!." She says

"How?!." I desperately lift my head to a shiny chocolate skin lady in her early 30s seating next to me. She has a soft padded carrier hanging on her belly with a baby in. I guess her baby.

She searches her bag, while I impatiently dawdle... "Take this!." She hands over a pair of flip-flops. "I hope it helps you!." She adds with a sorry glance on.

I hesitate!. How will I enter such a building with two ropes flip-flops slippers on?. OMG, I can't walk in barefoot either... "Uurrrr!..." I scream in frustration deep within.

While the woman urges with the pair in her hands. I guess it's better than walking barefoot. "Thank you Ma'am!."

I grab the pair of flip-flop and I put it on. At least it's relieving to know that I'm not more barefoot.

"Don't mention it!." She seats back with a smile on as if nothing had happened. I'm truly grateful for her kind gesture!.

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As I reach the building, I read the big signboard. "Dickinson's Castle and Rock Ltd.!."

My heart rate increases. I take the lifter to the ward where the interview is taking place.

Still, with my pair of shoes in my hands. Unfortunately, it can't enter my tiny bag and it makes me very uncomfortable, with my files in my hands at the same time.

I walk straight in, with all their stares fix on my feet and up to my hands. As if the announced my arrival before I got to in. Anyway, that is how I feel and it's very embarrassing.

I notice a pile of sexy girls impatiently waiting for their turn. I doubt whether there is a sort of festival or it's still a job interview. Their dress revealed more of their bodies than it should. Glancing at them,

"I stand no chance to have this job." I cry to myself not mentioning the fact that I have two ropes slippers on.

This pains me more and makes me very uncomfortable. I watch a series of girls entering and leaving the office with very disappointing gaze some even crying.

"Weird!." I whisper deep within. Each beautiful and sexy as the previous. This freaks me.

"Emile Kiddie!." An elegant lady calls.

"Yes!." I shudder off my thoughts. I place my shoes by the chairs on which I was seated and walk towards her.

She looks at my shoes and she slightly grimaces. OMG, this makes me very nervous.

"It's your turn!."

She points to the CEO's door. I'm dumbfounded because I can't believe I'm going to see Mr Dickinson in person and I'm embarrassed with my situation.

I make a sign of the cross and I talking in faking a smile with my trembling lips. Not only my lips are trembling right now but my entire body is.

I stand till he offers me a seat. I seat placing my CV files on his table. He rapidly passes through it.

"Hmm. What's your name?. Briefly introduce yourself!" He instructs with his emotionless looks fix on me. He lays back on his chair.

"Like seriously menh?... You have my CV in your hand!." I wonder deep within as he asks for my name.

"I'm Emile Kiddie!... I'm..." I'm interrupted by the ring of his phone.

However, I continue speaking. He waves at me to stop speaking as he picks the call. Normally I had to stop without him asking. This makes me sick.

**On the phone***

"Hello Mr Dickinson, your wife didn't show up for her appointment at the hospital today. I was asked to inform you!." The receptionist of the hospital calls. An unexpected cold look swipes over his faces as he answers the call.

**Ends of call***

"Shit!." Mr Dickinson yells as he carries the beautiful glass pitcher on his table and hits it on the wall!.

I shudder at the sound of the broken glass.

He unties his tie Groaning in fury!. He clenches his fists so rigid that it slightly cut into his palms as he drops the phone.

"F*ck!. He looks like a beast right now!." My heart falls into my stomach!. I start sweating in fear that he might hurt me in the process!. He looks rowdy.

I'm seriously doubting whether I still want to work for him!.

OMG, what was he told that will put him in such a despicable mood?.

He seats and takes a deep breath. That is when he realises that I'm still in his office. He was so carried away. While I'm shivering on my seat.

"The interview is over!. Get out of my office!." He yells with without giving me a second. I walkout practically running not wanting to piss him any further.

I take a deep breath of relief once I reach out.

"Shit!!!."

Then I realise that I forgot my CV on his table. I walk back into his office since I'm still standing in front of it.

Before I can take a step in.

He yells "God out!." Louder without giving me a second to express myself. What's an embarrassment?.

I walk to the Secretary and I explain my problem. "I can promise you anything. I will see what I can do about it. You can come back tomorrow!." She explains.

"Please, do your best. Thank you!." I keep begging.

I walk out of the building, desperate knowing that I will never walk in this building. However, I have 3 other interviews next week and I hope to succeed in one.

I take a bus back home to have some rest before going to work late in the afternoon.

Yes, I work in a night club. It's not my dream job but someone has to help mum to pay the bills.

Regardless, this job doesn't matter so much to me. I don't want to end up my life as a bar attendant. I have greater ambitions. I also thinking I deserve more.

More to that, men at the club is very perverted and disrespectful. They have no respect for others and I hate that so much.

••• Emile Kiddie's POV •••

I shudder out of my sleep sofly rubbing my eyes with my hands. I check the time on my phone and it's 8 pm on the dot.

"OMG, 30mins late!." I cry as I hurry out of bed moving to my wardrobe.

I put on a more sexy gown this time. A red sheath shift robe with black platform pump heels. I pick up my bag and hurry out of the room.

I find my mum watching the television in the living room and laugh loud. "Mum why didn't you wake me up!." I cry as I walk down the stairs.

She immediately mutes the television at the sound of my voice using the remote control. Then she turn to my direction with her smile fading away. "You know why yet you keep claiming ignorance!." she retorts.

Then she starts with her everyday sermon. "You know I don't like this job. It makes you common. Stop working there it's not good for you. Every time you step out of this house I'm frightened you never come back home." She adds.

I stop at her front with a sorry gaze fixed on her!. "Don't worry mum!. I will be fine. Just take care of yourself." I kiss her forehead and walk away.

"There are better jobs out there!." She insists. "I'm not complaining mum!." I retort while I keep walking away.

"Emile!." She yells my name as she watches me leave till she sees me no more. She gasps in dismal then she unmutes the television and keeps watching her hilarious series.

While I'm out taking a cab to work. I don't usually take a cab to work. It's so damn expensive. I usually take a bus but I'm super late to go stand at the bus station hoping to find a bus. I finally find a cap which leaves me directly in front of the huge building .

A very huge building amid another very big building. But this one stands out. It's a six-floor building of hotel, restaurant and a night club.

I work at the club section found at the second floor. Working here is cool, they pay well and on time.

"The Bliss" I read the big signboard at the top of the building as I step out of the car.

Taking the main entrance which leads me to the reception hall. I Immediately walk to the lifter. I lean on the lifter's wall which seems stagnant for my like.

As soon as the lifter stop and opens, I hurry out practically running to my work spot. On my way, I hit. No, I mean we mistakenly hit each other. I stumble and fall befor I could release it! I was in his arms. In fear I sluggishly lift my stare up to him.

"OMG!. He's so cute!.." I yell to myself.

"Be careful!." He gently lifts me up. With his emotionless glance fix on me.

Thou much better than what I saw earlier this morning. Now he looks more like a human and more gentle than expected.

"Sorry sir!." I stably fix myself as he walks away without offering an additional word.

With that, I hurry to the locker room to put on my sexy pink apron which ends above my knees.

With that done, I walk to the bar to start with my service. On my way out... "Emile!. Close to an hour late!." Our mentor yells my name as he catches me hurrying out. I quiver at the sound of his unexpected voice not knowing what to say. My mind goes black. "Sorry sir!." I nod as I turn in his direction with a very guilty glance.

"Needless, sorry! won't help your case. This shall be debited in your salary!." He effortlessly announces like a prank. Unfortunately for me, he means his works. He never kids with such. With that said, he leaves. "But sir..." He goes Before I can offer a word.

This instantly spoils my mood as I fume in wrath. I enter the bar still fuming in anger.

"Emile!." My gay friend Erick who is one of the bar tenants yells my name in the midst of all the music as he sees me strolling toward him. He steps out of the counter hurrying to me.

"Baby girl you supper late and you look weary!... I hope you didn't meet Mr Jackson on your way?." He gets horrified at the mention of our mentor's name as he perks my jaw. I remain stagnant not uttering a word nor reacting to his perk on my jaw.

"Come on, talk to me!." He insists. "I met him!. Guess the rest!." I scowl.

"Oh, so sorry!." He cries out in dismay.

He wants to add a word but we perceive our mentor walking in the main bar. Erick runs back to the counter and stands behind the stick. I follow him.

"Take this to the VIP table 25!." Erick sends forward a tray with 2 bottles of very expensive champagne and two bottles of very expensive whiskey.

"This person must be very rich!." I murmur to Erick as I pick the steel bucket with the bottles soak into the Ice.

Rich people is what we see every day at this club. Thou it shocks us every time as if it was the first time.

"Indeed, he is!." He nods back at him.

I walk to table 25 as I was ordered. Guess who I glimpse on?. The same man I stumbled on earlier.

He's discretely seated with his friends at the same time it seems like he isn't with them. He's composed on his flank while stripers are twerking on his friends. Our glance coerces. I timidly bend my head while he glues his glance on me. I place the bucket on the table discretely peeping at him. I notice his stare still glued on me with his emotionless glance making it difficult to infer what he might be thinking.

"Weird!." I tell myself.

As soon as I'm done serving them I hurry to Erick. "I know that man. I know him!. It's Mr. Dickson. I went for an interview in his company this morning and he was damn aggressive. OMG that's was freaking!."

"Wait, Mr Dickinson the rich famous CEO! husband to Emily Dickinson?." Erick screams at the name of Emily as if he knows her.

"Yes?!..." I nod.

"OMG!. Wow, his wife is a bomb! a very famous model. I follow her on Instagram. She has a very beautiful and flamboyant lifestyle!. I love her. She is very beautiful and sexy..." He recites in excitement and so much admiration.

I remain dumbfounded!. I know nothing about her.

"I don't like him thou!. There's news spreading that he can't bear children due to a sickness he had in the pass. Oh, poor Emily she has to stick to this marriage. Perhaps she will never have children too!." Erick cries in dismal.

"So sad!."

I lean on the counter folding my arms and staring at Dickison from a distance. Feeling deeply sorry for him.

Actually, it hurts!. Having all this money without being capable of bearing children to rejoice with. OMG, I feel pity for him. Erick and I gossip for some minutes. I later move on with my work.

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A few hours later, I walk to the toilet. I enter in one of the latrines to easy, myself.

Once I'm done I move out. To my greatest surprise, I find this man strutting at the door like he has been waiting for me.

I move to the tap wash my hands without paying much attention to him. Thou where to find a man in the ladies' privy.

After washing my hands I pass them under the hand dryer. All is done. I turn to move out but the stranger obstructs my way. "Sexy lady!." He says with a malicious smile on.

"Please, I want to pass!." I stay calm.

"You are sexy!." He walks closer to me, placing his hand on my faces slightly caressing my jaw. Very disgusting!.

"Get off!." I hostile pull off his hand. He then clenches me on the waist. I fight him. He seizes my both hands with one of his hand. I keep battling.

"Help, help!.." I scream.

"Shut up!." He slaps me and pulls me into one of the latrines. Where he tugs me on the toilet bowl, hitting my back on the tank.

The fierce pain from my back makes me screaming more, crying the hell out of me.

He gets unstable as he tries to unbutton his trousers. I rapidly pull him with my legs. He steps backwards but rapidly manages to clunch me back and give me several slaps on the face.

"Help!. Help!." I cry in vain.

I unexpectedly glimpse the man falling on the ground. I unable to move, I get curious. I don't know who or what it was but I'm damn grateful.

"Are you okay?." His deep the voice assures me as he walks closer.

"Yes!." I nod in pains.

He sends his hands forward and helps lifts me. OMG, he stinks alcohol.

"Let's get out of here!." He rules with his emotionless glance fixed on.

I support myself of him as he helps me out.

Erick runs to us as he sees us. He notices my swollen eyes, scatter hairs and wisted dress. "What happening?."

He wanders as he sees me horrify in a stranger's arms. I don't answer I remain speechless this gets him more worried and hostile with Dickinson thinking that he wants to take advantage of me.

"Is there a discrete bath out of this place?." He asks Erick who hesitates to answer.

"Please, Erick!" I cries.

"This way!." Erick leads us out through the back door. "I will come see you girl!. Time for me to round up with things here!." He exclaims. We get out through the back parking.

We find Mr Dickinson driver who helps me in the car. He immediately drives to the nearest health centre as ordered by his boss.

"She can go back home!. She needs to rest!." The doctor says after taking care of me prescribing some pains killers.

Dickinson didn't speak much. We get back into the car and his driver asks for my location to drop him. While Dickinson quietly sees in not saying anything.

I guess it's because he is drunk, he stinks alcohol. However, he manages it well. The car drops me in front of my house!.

"Can I help Miss?."

The driver asks he sees me walking with difficulties. "No, it's find!." I retort.

I stop at Dickinson's window side saying.... "Thank you Sir!.". "Fine!." He simply nods. I remain stunned at his indifference.

He remains out there till he sees me walking into the house then he drives off.

"Jim, we aren't going back home tonight. Take me to my cottage!." He orders Jim drives as soon as he speaks.