Innocent ✔️

Five

"McLeod!" Miss Brooklyn finally made us brake the hug with her cold tone. I didn't know which one of us she called but I guess; it suppose to be me. I wanted it to be me.

"I will go check." Kyle said, letting go of me and stood up, ready to leave the room.

I was expecting her to call me anyways and I was nervous at how this could go because I was so sure that it won't go anywhere near alright.

"No. We don't need to make her more mad. She is enough as it is. I will come with you." I followed him out the room to down the stairs to her usual place on the big chair.

There was a guest in the room that was standing right next to her with a smirk on his lips that made me just more stressed than I already was. Who was that? Behind her chair, there was standing Hailey and Julia. Hailey was looking on the floor trying to dismiss my gaze at her and Julia had the same smirk on her lips. Was Hailey like that because of what happened this morning or because what will happen right now?

This won't end good. I could tell. I knew it and I was sure of it but this just add my sureness.

"Ah! Here you are! Still alive, I see." She gave me her fake smile and I gave her back mine. "She wasn't dying, Kyle. Was she now?"

"She was, Miss Brooklyn. You should have seen her yesterday. You should hear her voice now, she is sick." I could feel the harsh in his voice but as well, I could feel how much he was trying to hide his anger to stay calm.

"Oh is that so?" She mocked. "Let me hear your voice, Anastasia! Talk!"

I didn't. I shouldn't anyway. The way she talked was intimidating me and I hated it. I shouldn't show her what she want me to show. Why does she has to be so strongly hateful toward us, just us? Why?

"Talk Anastasia. Talk, don't be shy. Let me hear your sickness!" She mocked again.

I could feel hers and Kyle's eyes burning my presence but I didn't care. What bothered me was the fact that I was the center of attention in the room. I don't want to be a proof to Kyle and I don't want to be a joke to her.

"Is she deaf now? Was the cold night that cold to turn her deaf?" She mocked. Again.

It was cold but that doesn't make any sense with what we are talking about. She wanted to hear my sick voice. Why? I know she wants to make a joke out of it but what would it be? I didn't know and I knew I didn't want to. Only she knew but she was still wanting for something I wasn't ready to show; my sick voice.

"She doesn't want to talk." Kyle said, wanting her to stop mocking me already. I have a feeling that this won't end so good. Oh I already thought about that twice now.

"She isn't suppose to want anything here, Kyle McLeod!" Her tone became harsh again that caused my body to jump and a soundless gasp escaped my lips. "She is here to listen, not to say."

My eyes never leaving the floor, run everywhere around my shoes. I wanted to leave the room as fast as possible. Should I leave? I couldn't just stand here and be the subject of the night. The joke of the night.

"You said it yourself. She is here to listen not to talk. Why are you asking her to talk then?" By the corner of my eyes, I saw Hailey hiding her small laugh behind her hands that pinned on her mouth to block the sound but the guest laughed out loud and I could tell that made Kyle feel more confident about himself but as soon as I felt the guest's eyes on me I looked back on the floor in front of me, taking off the small half smile that was forming itself in the corner of my lips.

"Are you trying to play smart with me, McLeod?" I could easily tell how angry she was for losing, for having a guest that laughed at her and be against her. I felt better, sort of, for having my brother by my side and this guest here. She can't do anything in his presence and she won't do anything unless he is out of the picture. Which I wished won't happen anytime soon.