Missing Pieces (The Pieces Series Book 1) by Tiffany Flowers Page A

call me ‘ma’am’. Why do you need an armory?”
    “Sorry, ma’am. Um, miss. You’ll have to talk to Neeko.”
    So much for free reign. I walk back up to the house and sit on the swing. It’s big so I take a cushion off of a chair and lay down, watching the sky. It’s so peaceful here. Apparently, I dozed off because I woke up hungry so I figured it was time to find the kitchen in this place. I am tired of eating in my room. As I wander around the first floor, I think that it’s weird not running into anybody. Surely I should see somebody . After entering about fix different rooms, I finally find the kitchen. It huge, with state-of-the-art appliances, but I can’t find the fridge anywhere.
    “Need some help, miss?”
    I spin around, and see “Mr. Waiter”. “Yeah. Where is the fridge?”
    Smirking, he walks to two long cabinets and opens them. The fridge is made to look like a cabinet! I’d have never found it.
    He’s still smirking so I say, “Ask Derrick what happens to people who aggravate me. You might want to wipe that smirk off or I will. I don’t take kindly to people making fun of me.”
    It came out a lot braver than I felt, but I am tired of feeling scared in this place. If I am going to have to stay here, I am not going to take any crap from anybody...Immortal or not. He quickly turns and walks away. Well, I believe I made a new friend.
    I hear giggles coming from the doorway behind me. I turn around and see two women trying to hold in their laughter. Great. More people laughing at me. I scan the contents of the fridge, find a plate of fruit, and grab it. Suddenly, eating in the room by myself isn’t such a bad idea.
    As I turn to leave, one of them speaks up, “Hey. My name is Rebecca. I love the way you shut Nigel up.”
    “Nigel? You mean ‘Mr. Waiter’?”
    The other woman laughs. “Yeah, that’s the one. He’s a douche. He thinks that because he is Neeko’s cousin, he is better than everyone else. Oh, I’m Amy, by the way.”
    Well, maybe the people here aren’t all bad. “Do you mind if we join you for lunch?” Rebecca asks.
    “Sure, the more the merrier.”
    We sit at the table and talk for about an hour-and-a-half about Nigel and the rest of the “clan”, as I call them. They are pretty funny. I get up to throw my thrash away. “Where is everybody? Where does everybody sleep?”
    “Well, we sleep on the same floor you do.”
    “How come I never see anyone then?”
    “Watch this.” Both disappear right before my eyes.
    “You can’t see us because we use our magic to block you.” I still can’t see them, but I can hear them.
    “Yeah, Neeko has done that with me before. But why?”
    They reappear. “Neeko told everybody to stay clear of you because he didn’t want you spooked.”
    “I am not a baby! I can handle talking to people. My god, I am going to kill him. You all have been watching me make a fool out of myself! Just like the other day when I was going to try and escape. That’s how Nigel was there so quick and why I felt him follow me back up to the room, but didn’t see him. Oh, yep, Neeko is dead. Please tell everyone to stop hiding from me.”
    “We can’t. Neeko will have to. We will probably get in trouble for even talking to you.” Rebecca says nervously.
    “No, you won’t. I want you to join me for lunch every day. Since I am a prisoner here, I need some friends. “Where is Neeko?”
    “He is in the library.” Amy points toward the stairs.
    I stand up and stomp up to the second floor. I bust through the library door. “NEEKO, I am going to kill you!” I see six stunned faces, but Neeko is grinning from ear-to-ear.
    “I’m glad I amuse you! How could you tell everybody to hide from me?! I have made a fool of myself not knowing anyone was watching!”
    I don’t give him time to answer. I just stomp back out and to “our” room. I am so frustrated with him right now that I could probably kill him.

    Neeko

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