Pain of the Whispers

Chapter 29

    The front door opened new horrors for me that day.

 Time was the only thing that could tell such dark stories.

 Bill's father came through the door first, my eyes scan him for details.

     He wore a fancy button up black shirt with some fancy looking black pants. From a far a normal person wouldn't notice the stress marks across his face, his hands twitching a bit as his side.

     His eyes were staring Mother up and down, an unsettling grin filled his lips as he was staring at Mother. Anger up rose in me, why did he have such a creepy grin on his face while looking at Mother? 

     I keep scanning, his body language was practically throwing its self at me. He seemed as if he was a ticking bomb, like one bad thing would set him off. But what took my eyes off of Bill's father was when a tall handsome man walked through the door behind Bill's father. When the man stood beside Bill's father, I almost didn't recognize him. 

     It wasn't a man; it was the boy she deadly hated. 

        Bill was up to his father's shoulder in height which was a lot when Bill's father was 6'1" or 6'2", assuming how tall his father was by the front door frame. Bill's facial features were sharper than anything, his jawline was so sharp it looked as if he sliced his skin for it. His eyes were daring and wonderous, his body was a whole other issue. Bill was never that big but now, he was thin as a stick. But through Bill's fancy get up, you could see surging muscles against his tight button up. His appearance caught me off guard so much, I was simply staring at him out of curiosity.

       Bill's father must of not noticed me hiding behind Mother because he stated. "Oh, where is your stunning girl I been hearing so much about." Mother steps aside to show me off like I was some trophy. "Here she is. Oh, Rice stop being so shy!" Mother gave me a death glare but smiled big as she looked at Bill's father for approve. Bill's fathers' expression changed so much that it freaked me out, his eyes felt as if they were undressing me. The grin he gave Mother was nothing like the one he gave me, it didn't rise my anger. It rose unsettlement so deep, I felt sickness wash over me. The only word Bill's father could come up with was. "Wow." Bill turns his head to me when he finally realized what his father was looking at, his stare was even more wonderous than his eyes were. Mother gave a quaint chuckle as she says. "You see why I had to show her off, forgive my short message to come over for dinner with no explanation." Bill's father grin grew bigger as he waves off Mother's suggest. "No, no. This girl of yours is very stunning for her being at such a young age. Oh, imagine her when she gets around Bill's age! Her appearance is enough forgiveness for the short message any day." Mother giggles and mentions. "Rice darling, why don't you take Bill into the kitchen to get the food?" I wish I could run away from this situation, but I simply give a nod to Mother and obey her. I stalk off to the kitchen as Bill follows behind me. When I get all the food on plates, ready to go and be eaten. I remember I have somehow forgotten to make the gravy. 

      My soul leaves my body practically when I realize it. 

     Bill gives a slide look and mentions. "The pale color on you doesn't look that great. May I ask why you suddenly went pale?" I hate to admit this but I seriously need the gravy to be done or Mother will have my head for it. I turn around and whisper loud enough for only me and him to hear. "I forgot to make the gravy. Mother will be angry at me for it, please don't tell them." Bill gives an unusual look but it soon turns when he gives a chuckle. "I won't say anything, though we might want to get it done before they both come check on us." I didn't know what he meant by "we" until he opens the fridge. I realize that he thinks were cooking it together. I mutter as I slide pass him to get into the fridge. "I can cook it myself." Bill steps back a step to let me get in the fridge, I quickly get all the ingredients to cook it. I know it will only take me two minutes to make, but I scram and scurry around the kitchen in a rush. As I'm stirring the gravy, Bill makes a comment. "My father wasn't lying, you're very stunning." I try not to be impolite so I mutter. "Thanks." I stir the gravy with a wooden spoon, I stir it a bit tensely. Wishing that it would finish faster. 

     Bill comes closer to me, coming right behind me. 

     I tense up, what was he doing? 

      The voices go wild with suggests of what he was doing. They become so silent that it makes my thoughts race louder than they are when I feel his hand slide on to my left hip. 

      My blood boils inside me, anger uprises so quickly that I don't even think out the consequences of what I do next. I whip around with the wooden spoon in my hand, jabbing Bill in his jaw with the very bottom of the spoon handle.

       It knocks him back a few steps as he holds his jaw, looking surprised I did such a thing. I look even more surprised than he does. 

    Only because I know Mother will have my life now that I hit him.