Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 14

I stared at everyone. From Leo, to Ron, to William, to William's look a like Stefano. Earlier today we arrived at this mini-mansion for a 'quick visit'. The ride here took every bit of four to five hours and when I seen who the house belong to I almost cried.

"There's two of you?" The wicked grin playing on the younger Williams, Stefano's, face had my head ready to explode. "There's two of them." I explained to myself.

That was until Leo jumped in and called me an idiot. Explaining to me that William was Stefano's older brother. He also, surprisingly, added in that Stefano isn't as cold as his older brother. If his welcoming smile way anything to go by, but I still wasn't fooled. He probably has some of his older brothers traits.

Next came the part where Ron walked into the living room mid bite of an apple. He looked over at us lazily before his eyes grew wide with almost disbelief.

"You see I was on my way back, when... when.." He stared at William through his poor excuse of an explanation before shrugging, "Yeah, I got nothing."

William didn't pay much mind to Ron, he simply began ushering us through the house. When we reached the dining room and we all took our seat, William began speaking. In the tone that grasped everyone attention and distracted everyone from anything else. Besides me because, apparently he forgot how to use the English language.

As he spoke the sound of faint laughter met my ears and I then remember that Jazzy left with Ron. She's here! The excitement in me almost caused me to shoot from my chair and find her, almost. But I guess William heard the laughter too and through his Italian speech, he shot me that look. It kept me glued to my seat and glaring at his unfazed persona.

Finally, finally they engaged me into the conversation. Saying things I didn't understand but yet it was in English. It was the thought that counted. But when they did say something I did understand, I pretended not to know the English language. Forgetting that Leo knew Spanish and translated the same question that was asked in English.

"Damn you," I spat, still refusing to answer them. It wasn't really the question that was the problem, it was the subject they brought up. I didn't want to speak on it.

"Answer the question, Luisa." William spoke, using my middle name for some odd reason.

"How did your mother pass," Came Ron's softer tone.

I sighed making forehead eye contact with William, "She died from cancer," I caved and shoved my hands through my hair. Williams eyes followed the movement. "She was in stage three when, I guess, it killed her." It didn't come out as nonchalant as I tried to make it. My voice wavered the slightest.

William leaned back in his chair and watched me. His eyes calculating as he tried to catch a lie that wasn't there. Of course he wouldn't -

"She was killed," He said.

- believe me. He probably think I'm making it up to avoid the 'real' way she died. Which, in reality, would be from cancer. It was on a school night I found out she was in her -

"Did you hear me?" Williams spoke again. What is he talking about? "She didn't die from cancer who..."

- early stages of cancer. I came home to her crying hysterically into my fathers embrace. He looked broken devastated even. When I hurried into my mothers room after just standing there for a little bit they both froze. Staring at me like I hear something I... wasn't.. suppose to.

"She was killed," He repeated, causing it to ring in my head like chant.

Pushing my chair back with my legs, I stood to my feet, "I heard you the first time!" I met his stare dead on as he stood in his chair too. And because of this new found information, I caved. Backing down before he lost his temper. "I heard you," this time it came out in a whisper, and the tears in my eyes fell.