Pain of the Whispers

Chapter 30

The silence that surrounds us only lasts a full minute before my adrenaline starts pumping. The voices are hooting and shooting that I finally done something to him because he deserves it. Bill looks angry but his expression quickly changes to what looks like he's impressed. "I deserved that." If the counter behind me wasn't there, I think I would have fainted. I never thought in my whole life of knowing Bill, that he would say he deserved something that I did to him. Bill sighs as he stands up tall but still gives a rub to his jaw. "Look I apologize for trying something as idiotic as that on you. I never wanted to do something that foolish but "Bill caught his tongue and kept quiet as if he said too much already. I was still standing there stunned that he was apologizing to me. The voices were all hissing that this was a trap and that he was trying to win my trust. For once in my life, I agreed with the voices. I knew this must be a trap of some sort. Tonight, was a lot of first times. Bill gave a small smirk as he said. "Why don't we hurry with that gravy before our parents realize it took us nearly ten minutes to get the food?" When I realize that Bill is right about how long it took us to get all the food, I race to pick up as many plates as I can. Bill weirdly takes the rest of the plates, even taking some of my plates so I don't have to balance them all on my arms.

We got out the kitchen to the dinning room which I rarely ever go into, unless I'm cleaning it. It's a huge room that has a huge dining table right dab in the middle of the room. The walls are the same mid drabbed faded blue as the rest of the castle. But the grand dining table has a great big white chandelier above it. White crystals hang from every wire of the chandelier. When the light hits it just right, it makes the room come alive with light and sparkles. The chandelier was so memorizing it was the only thing I could stare at every time I came in here. I haven't sat and ate in here since I was three or four. I feel like ever since I hit the age of four, everything changed with Mother. I set all the plates down, Bill doing the same thing. I set all the plates around the table, making them as presentable as I possibly can. Mother and Bill's father stood by the dining table, chuckling and giggling about something. I always have wondered why Mother smiles and laughs around other people but never does around me. One of the older voices mentioned in my head. "She's faking it, that's why you only see it when she has guest around. She's two faced." I wasn't even angry at the voice for calling Mother two faced. I simply thought of that reason before, but buried it deep down. But now, that's all I could notice was that. I felt ashamed for questioning Mother and assuming such cruel mean things about her, but I actually didn't feel that ashamed about it. I shake off the thoughts as Bill comes close by me. I tense up but Bill gestures to the seat behind me. I sit down in the chair, not understanding what he was doing. Bill pushes in my chair and goes across the table, sitting across from me with a grin on his face as he studies me. Mother mentions as Bill's father does the same for her. "Bill has grown up into such a grown man, pretty soon he be 14 then 15, going on to 16. Bill is simply well manned. I wonder who has taught him such things?" Bill's father grins widely at Mother's gestures of Bill as he sits down at the head of the table, to the left of Mother. "I know very well who did. It took me months for his hard headed self to listen to me. Though you are right about how grown he has gotten. I should say the same for such a beauty Rice as grown into." Mother smiles at Bill's father but I just give a flash of smile and continue to look at the chandelier, not bothering to care about the conversation. Bill also seemed memorized by it as well. Bill's father and Mother continue to brag to each other about us but I notice something while overhearing about what they are talking about. Mother tries to change the conversation from us kids to about her but Bill's father continues to talk about how beautiful I am for such a young age. Saying that I would be breaking hearts at this age. I was kind of disgusted by it, not even understanding why he cared so much about what I looked like. Mother seems bothered by it as well, as she begins to talk about a whole another subject, forcing him to change it. Bill notices it as well, surprisingly. I hear Bill dig in his pocket as he flashes a look to me. I look at him and see he keeps on drawing his eyes to under the table. Out of curiously I take a glance under the table. Bill was holding something in his hands under the table. I nearly gasp at it when I see it, but I know better than to make a scene and Mother or Bill's father finds out about it.