Chapter 10-IsabelleA Chapter by Lina Grey"Oh, my! I
didn't know Nicholas had company," said a woman in alarm. Isabelle turned
and hid the spoon behind her back. She
faced a slender woman in a black bodysuit, who had to be about nineteen or
twenty, although she seemed much older. "Are you the
maid?" Isabelle was incredulous. "The what? Oh,
yes. I'm the maid. I just came to, uh, take his sheets." The woman picked
up a pillow off the bed. She wasn't convincing. "What is it
with people around here and lying? Is every little thing so importantly secret
that no one gets to know anything ever? How does anything get done?"
Isabelle threw her hands up in mock despair. The spoon clanked to the ground,
unnoticed. The woman pressed her hand to ear, as if listening. Isabelle stared
to protest about being ignored. "I'm sorry,
Isa. Things will be explained in due time. Patience is key. Now if you'll
please come with me--" "Oh no I
won't. I have had too many people say 'come with me, come with me' and I'm just
being ushered here and there and no explains anything. Who are you, anyway? Where do you want to
take me?" "Isa, stop.
You need to calm down." The woman protested. "I am calm!
You need to answer my questions! And stop calling me Isa!" "Isa, please.
I'm authorized to withhold all information from you unless absolutely
necessary. The less you know the better." "Absolutely
necessary? Absolutely necessary. Well, unless you plan on chasing me down and
dragging me out of here unconscious, I'd say it's absolutely necessary that I
get some answers!" "Isabelle.
Calm. I'll answer three reasonable questions, and then you'll come with me.
Deal?" Isabelle flushed, and her anger was gone. She wasn't expecting a
compromise. Good thing she already knew her questions. "Deal. Who are
you, where are you taking me, and why?" "My name is
not important. I'm Nicholas's old keeper, and his most trusted advisor. He told
me to bring you to room two-twenty, so he could operate on your arm. This is
confidential information, all of it. If anyone stops and asks you, say nothing
of this. Tell them you have confidential orders, or, as you are quite
accustomed to doing, throw a fit. They'll leave you alone." Isabelle considered
this information. Nick was going to operate on her arm? Nick was fifteen! And
all this about a 'keeper'? Her name's not important. Who is she to decide
what's important and what's not? 'Most trusted advisor' sounds elusive, like
she has more secrets than she does friends, and 'advisors' must have lots of
'friends'. Warily, Isabelle watched the woman, who watched her. "Your name is
important to me," she tested. "If someone asks who you are, I can't
just say 'most trusted advisor'." "You can call
me Joanne, but, like I said, it's really not important. No one's going to ask
you who I am," Joanne emphasized the "you" with disgust as she
disappeared down the hall. Isabelle, nearly slipping on the spoon, was too
hurried to catch up to bother being insulted. Joanne walked quickly through the
maze of winding corridors, closed doors, and steep staircases. It didn't take
long for Isabelle to tire of this chase, but she trotted silently nonetheless.
When Joanne finally stopped, after climbing three stairs, descending five, and
climbing another two, with much walking in between, Isabelle nearly bumped into
her. They stood before the door to room two-twenty. "Give me a
moment." Isabelle panted, but Joanne opened the door. "This way
please, don't touch anything, say anything, do anything but walk forward.
Nicholas will tell you what he wants you to do. No complaints, no argues, just
be quiet and do as your told." Joanne sounded like she repeated that a
hundred times a day. Isabelle stepped inside. "Oh! And
Isa," she called. Just as Isabelle turned around Joanne pulled out a gun
and shot her in the forehead. © 2012 Lina GreyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 15, 2012 Last Updated on July 9, 2012 AuthorLina GreyVirginia Beach, VAAboutI am a 15 year old girl and writing is my passion. I am unsure of where my life is headed, but, no matter what, I will never stop writing. It has been the only constant thing in my life and has gotten.. more..Writing
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