Gone for Grief

~Chapter 3~

     As sunlight escaped through the disgusting window and illuminated everything with its warm rays, Aunt Charlotte burst into the room, temper visible through the narrowing of her eyes and haunting expression on her face. "I refuse to be disrespected in my home," she exclaimed grimly, "and will not be shown the slightest disrespect after all the gracious hospitality I have shown you." She stood their, broad shoulders set high and piercing blue eyes glaring furiously.

     "Now with that cleared up I have some news for you so listen up!" She snapped, "This may be a shock for you, but you have a brother." Olivia sat there, utterly bewildered. She must be out of her mind insane, she thought confused. Aunt Charlotte appeared to have read her expression clearly because she answered nastily, "Yes, and his name is Mathew, Mathew Wilson. Right after he was born your parents were dealing with some nasty debts, the wretched people. Couldn't afford to keep the darn thing if they wanted to, the pile of scum he is. Well as I have a good amount of decency in my heart I offered to take him in."

     Olivia's eyes narrowed as she scowled and out of nowhere she erupted, leaving behind her privateness to scold.

     "YOU THINK I WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN, DO YOU? You think I wanted this to completely rip my life apart, huh?," she hissed, but denied Aunt Charlotte's look of malevolence,"WELL, THEN YOU ARE SADLY MISTAKEN. I don't care anymore about anything and certainly don't care about some stupid brother! But how dare you talk about them like that, how dare you betray their benevolence, and how dare you repeat your malicious thoughts to me!" She didn't wait for her approval she was to exasperated. She simply shoved her way through her Aunt and ran down the battered hallway. When she reached a tall beech tree she slumped over and buried her face in her hands, sobbing loudly. After five days had passed of introvertedly alienating herself, she retained to tolerating her Aunt's opinions and continued to progress, eventually discovering herself once again cowering beneath the worn pages of a tattered book, captivated within Wellington high school. She glanced almost laxididazily across the room finding her gaze set upon an older student. The intellectual boy rose closing his thick leather bound book in the process, he calmly walked by her desk causing her to quickly bow her head. The bell began to ring, and with the permission of the teacher, the students filed out of the door, Olivia Reflecting no emotions, as if she was in the presence of humanoids. The curious boy with the vacant expression and soft grey eyes, sauntered after her, as if she was royalty.

     As she somberly approached the sky blue, two story house, she immediately noticed the ominous boy. She cautiously peered across the street in her peripheral vision;silently watching him. As she trailed behind, not creating any miniscule movements as to alert him other than strolling like she had an ordinary day. When she arrived at her pudgy aunt's house, she twisted around finally acknowledging his presence.

     "What do you want and and why are you following me." She expected another cold reply back, but instead her remark was returned by a warm smile. She watched in shock as the boy she's never seen in her life walked calmly into her aunt's house. She briskly turned and stumbled up the steps, desperate for an explanation.