Page 45 of Nobody Wants Me
The Butcher laughed.“Don’t worry, I will let you hit me at some point, but until then, you’ll have to learn to take it.”
She never hit me hard, but even the light taps were enough to drive me crazy.There were several points where I wanted to scream at her, but I knew she was just trying to help me.Slowly, and it did feel achingly painful, I started to finally get it.
At no point did she let up.She made me work for it, and I don’t know how it happened, but I eventually started to dodge the slaps.My face had started to hurt, so I no longer had a choice but to try and pull away.I’m not exactly sure how long we’d been working at this, but eventually The Butcher nodded and stepped back.
“That’s good for today,” The Butcher said.
“What?Why?”Was she going easy on me?My face stung from all of the slaps, but I didn’t want her to think of me as a weakling that couldn’t take it.My life was in danger.
She shrugged.“We’re not in a rush.”
“My life is in danger.I’m stranded on an island because people are trying to kill me.Right now, I’d say that is very much a rush.”
“To get back home to be locked away in Victor’s house?”The Bucher asked.
“I wasn’t locked away.If I could go out ...I would.”I shrugged.
“I’m stopping, Freya, because even The Butcher has got to eat.”She smiled.
“Oh, yes, food, right.What are you fancying?”I asked.I’d taught myself to cook many years ago.Living alone on my father’s land, he wouldn’t allow me to hire a chef, so I taught myself.
“Anything you want to make.”
Going to the fridge, I opened it up.The Butcher had brought us back a fresh stock of supplies.Pursing my lips, I looked inside.There had been fresh as well as frozen food bought.The chicken breasts and parmesan looked so good.So, that is what I decided to go for.
Grabbing them, I got to work on making me a verynotauthentic chicken parmesan.As for The Butcher, I expected her to go and enjoy the view.Only, she came and sat at the kitchen counter, after grabbing herself a beer.I didn’t drink.
“Do you want one?”she asked.
“No, thank you.I’ll stick to soda.”
“So, what was it like to live with a multibillionaire father?”The Butcher asked.
This made me pause and frown.
“What?”
“You spent a lot of time with Harris.You’re twenty-five years old, and you’re rarely written about in the papers.No one knows who your mother is.Your dad went through a lot to protect you.”
“And now, he is the one making sure I’m killed.”
“Yeah, that part doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me,” The Butcher said.“He went to a lot of trouble to keep your identity a secret, and then, it’s like, he needs you dead.I just wonder if you know something.”
I wiped my hand on a towel as I had just tenderized the chicken.“What are you saying?Do you think I know something about my dad?”
The Butcher shrugged.“I don’t know.The more I think about your situation, the shittier it is.Also, weird.I mean, I get dads not liking their daughters and stuff like that, but he kept you on his property.”
“My dad wasn’t trying to protect me.I was an embarrassment to him.”I told her about the trips to the plastic surgeons.“He was constantly trying to change the way I looked.Besides the fact I refused, the doctors did as well.”
“They did?”The Butcher asked.
“Yeah, which is strange, I know.My dad could have bribed them, or something.I’m not sure.”
The Butcher pulled out a little notebook.“Do you want to do me a favor and write that down for me?”
“What?”
“Write down the name of the plastic surgeons you saw, and their names.I’d like to go and talk to them when Victor gets back.”
