Clifford’s Dancer – Episode 53

Clifford’s Dancer.

Written by Feathers.

Chapter 53

Alma.

While trying to stand from the bed, the light turned on and I saw how messy the room was. It had been litered with water. Clifford was standing behind the switch.

I did not say a word, I picked a cloth I could change into and entered the bathroom, I showered and got dressed into a new dress.

I walks out with the new dress and started walking towards Earl’s room.

I planted a knock to his door getting to his room, it took him a while before he responded.

“What’s the matter, Alma?” He asked.

“Let me in, please.” I said.

“No, I can’t. It’s late at night already and anyone aware you come to my room can start spreading rumors, what happened?”

“Well, as you can see that I have changed into a new dress, Clifford poured water on me just because I refuse to sleep in his room.

” You should have, he has everything that you did not have. In this world, powerful people do bully less privilege people and they go scot free.” Earl said.

“Does that mean you will not allow me in?” I asked him.

“I’m sorry, Alma.” He closed the door on me slowly.

I stood still, I had thought Earl would help me.

“Go to my room, woman or I’ll do something even worst.” Clifford appeared and said

I obediently went to his room without saying a word, I was actually feeling cold cause the water he poured on me was cold.

I say on the bed and then, he walked in and closed the door.

“I’m not someone you can disobey.” He said and went to do something in his wardrobe.

He then went to lay on the bed, I remain seated, I’ve lost my mood. He’s so cruel, how can he pour me water that way?

“Why are you not sleeping?” He asked, I didn’t say a word but lowered my head sadly.

After many minutes, his voice came on again, “lady, won’t you sleep?”

I snobbed and remain seated. My plan was to remain seated till day break, I would never lay beside him on the bed not after how he treated me like I was an animal.

After few minutes, he stood and faced me. His leg was on the bed while the other was on the floor.

“Alma.” It was the first time I would be hearing my name in his mouth.

I reacted indifferent nevertheless even though I was shocked hearing my name from his mouth.

“Are you angry?” He questioned but I ignored him.

He then sat upright and lowered his head for a while.

“You won’t speak? Oh! you must be really angry!” He said but I remained quiet still.

“What can I do to make you sleep?” He asked. “I’ll give you $10,000 freely tomorrow. Sleep so you can be an active dancer.” He said but I still refused to say a word.

After a while, he said gently, “Alma, I’m sorry.”