Malevolent or Virtuous?

Chapter XXXIX

(Kitchen)

"What's going on here?" I asked after closing the door behind me.

"What are you doing here?" Kilo asks me. "Aren't you supposed to be inside?"

"Kilo-san, back off." King Norman sighs not wanting to deal with another argument.

"We will need to end this conversation, Mr. Genova." King Norman says.

"Sir Norman, I understand, but we will need to talk soon," Richard replies. "Come on nephews' and sons." Drake's brothers, cousins and him turn to leave.

King Norman and Kilo walk back to the door where I'm standing. Now a question has gotten into my mind. What was their conversation about? I watch the cousins and Richard walk down the road until they're out of my view. I wish I could say hi to them. I go back in the mansion following King Norman and Kilo's steps.

"What were they doing here?" I ask.

"Never mind that," King Norman sighs. "The real question is, what were you doing outside without my permission?"

"I'm sorry, King Norman, I heard some yelling downstairs coming from outside, so I wanted to make sure everything was alright." I answered.

"Next time, tell one of the Yasheato brothers." He warns me before disappearing upstairs.

"I'm guessing you're hungry?" Kilo says me.

"Yes, how did you know?" I reply.

"King Norman told me." He answers walking to the kitchen with me following close behind.

He takes out a few things out of the refrigerator. "We have meatloaf, do you want that?" He asks.

I nod in return. He puts the meatloaf leftover in the microwave to heat it up. He takes a seat next to me at the kitchen table. "So," I start. "What were you guys talking about?"

"They wanted you back, and demanded you back, but you see we aren't going to let you go until we finish the job." He answers, making my heartbeat pick up after he said that.

"Kilo-san, I promise I won't tell anyone about it, I have been able to keep my word for over three years now." I said.

"But Drake knows about it, and he probably told his bothers and cousins about it, too," Kilo said, "Now they're a threat to our crime also, because they know it, and you told them, so no, you aren't able to keep our secret between us," He does have a point. I never thought of it that way. "I'm sorry Emily-Chan, but it has to be this way." He said getting up from his seat after the microwave beeped.

He takes out the warm meatloaf and sets the plate in front of me, holding out the fork in front of me. I sigh and take it from him. "You obliviously don't need a knife, who knows what you'd do with it if I left you alone with a knife." He let out a laugh and took his seat next to me again.

I looked at him staring down at the kitchen counter and then at me. "You're going to watch me eat?" I gulped.

"Yes," He replied, "Have a problem with that?"

"No." I answered quietly and began eating.

I soon finish up eating and wash my plate and fork, putting it in the dishwasher after rinsing the dishes under water. I go back up to my bedroom with Kilo behind me to make sure I get escorted back to my room. I go back to my seat by the window and pick up my book to continue reading my book. After getting further into my book, I start getting bored. Do they have any board games to play with or anything?

I think I'll go to Tyrone and go ask him. I got off the window seat and exited my bedroom, hoping I won't get caught by Kyirosh or Kilo. Tyrone is actually nice. I have started seeing how nice he has been to me. I wonder why. Why is he so nice to me? Is this his normal side or is he changing? When I first saw him for the first time, was three years ago when I saw him with a stick in his hand, and I thought that I should keep my distance away from him. It just tells you that you should always judge the person from the inside and not the outside. I've always learned that from my mom and dad. They told me no matter how mean that person is, you should always be nice to him or her. It doesn't matter how mean they treat you or nice. I am glad I was taught this way. Before I know it, I'm already standing in front of Tyrone's door. I knock on his door and I hear someone say "come in." I open the door slowly revealing Tyrone sitting on his chair reading a book. It looks like one of thick books you think you'll never be able to finish, and it looks like it's printed in Romania. I should have known.