The Sadian Chronicles: Book 2: From Mercury To Venus

Chapter Eighteen: Unspoken Sorrow

After walking for most of the day and ending up at the little church. Marianna decided to catch a cab back to her father's estate. As she hit one of the main streets, she saw that one was waiting around the corner by the market. She walked up it thankful that the streets were not crowded and with hardly any cars on the streets. She reached it in no time, and the driver signaled to her that he was still on duty.

"Where to, Ma'am?" he asked.

"Faigon estate," she said. "The address is..."

"No worries, ma'am," he said and started up the engine. "I know where that is. The Faigon place is famous in these part, you know."

"Yes, I know," she said and sat back in her seat. She remained silent during the drive. The driver didn't say either. He had the country and western station on the radio. She didn't much care for that kind of music, but she endured it through the length it took to reach her destination.

Once the cab driver stopped at the gate, she paid him the fare and got out of the vehicle. As he drove off, she entered the code for the gate to open. She was still a little numb after all that happened in the last few days. All she wanted now was a few hours of sleep. Once the day truly started she would be busy planning Anna's funeral.

As she walked through the front door, she was greeted by Sally, the upstairs maid. "Welcome home, Miss Faigon,' she said with a smile on her face. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, Sally, I just need some sleep," she said. "I'm going to me room, and I don't want to be disturbed."

"Yes, ma'am," she said and curtseyed.

Marianna headed for the stairs and down the hall to her room. She walked through the door and looked around the frilly pink room. She hated this room when she was a kid. She was never a girly girl, but right now she wished more than anything to be a child again when things were much simpler. She thought back to a time when her mother's mind was still part of her, but Anna would never be again. She also thought about her father who she hadn't seen since she was twelve. She wished he was here. She wanted to feel his arms around her and tell her that everything was going to be alright, but that was not going to happen. She would have to deal with this alone. That much she knew.

She closed the door to her childhood bedroom and walked over to the bed. She didn't realize it until she sat down just how tired she truly was. She didn't ever bother to change clothes and lied down on the bed and fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but she was abruptly awakened by a bang at the door. She groaned as she turned over in bed and heard someone call out her name. She recognized the voice as belonging to Dusk, but she had no desire to deal with him right now. She put a pillow over her head to try and drown out the sound, but his banging got louder as well as his voice.

"M.J., let me in!" His voice boomed from outside the door, and she swore that it made the room shake.

"I told you that Miss Faigon didn't want to be disturbed." That was Sally's voice. The poor girl was just trying to do what she asked, but Dusk wasn't listening.

"She going to talk to me right now!" he was still shouting, and it was giving her a headache. "Do you hear me, Fanta? I'm not leaving until you answer this door."

There was no getting around it. She would have to get out of bed and talk to him before his disturbed the whole household, not that he wasn't doing that already. She looked at the clock to see it was ten in the morning. She didn't know much about everyone's schedule, but even still she felt responsible for keeping the peace.

She stumped to the door and thought for a minute about using her powers to melt the hinges off the door, and then threw the large chunk of wood at him, but she didn't want to be responsible for any unnecessary vandalism even if it was technically her house.