My Grandfather's Will

Part 2: Running away

After George's death.....i don't know the right description to give about my life with aunt and her minions in the house that i once loved.It was a very good morning and one could only hope for nothing but the best of it. After hours of sleep, i woke up and as always i gave my bedroom some quick clean up before i left for school because having a maid do it for me would only add to my grief and besides that, i highly think aunt wouldn't allow a single maid to offer me a hand as she owns the house and suprisingly everything my grandfather owned. before i left my bedroom everything was neatly arranged and with a rhythmic sound coming from my mouth in a state of relief, i locked my bedroom door on my way out as i headed towards the hall which lead to the front door.  

 As i was heading down the staircases, i was stopped by a conversation that was going on in the living room. before the people talking could see me , i quickly hid behind a huge flower vase. As they kept on having their tete-atete, i overhead a voice similar to that of aunt Perelza say,"We need to act fast before the boy finds out the truth."

"The truth?" i asked myself in thought. The more words i head, the more confused i became. Suddenly i head a voice mention my name but this time it had bass. It spoke in suggestion to what the previous voice had spoken it said,"The only way to do this quick is by  torturing Thom  until he tells us where the treasure is hidden.

"Right now i don't care about the treasure, all i want is to get rid of him so that i can finally completely own everything he meant to inherit." the first voice spoke in response as it continued,"The poor boy has no clue i store his entire inheritance and murdered both his parents and father inorder to have it all to myself."

I could not believe what my ears sent to my brain. It felt like my whole existence suddenly became slow and i could feel the rage my heart conceived at that moment, the blood that flowed through my innocent veins every second of it. I could not contain it and thereafter, i broke out and sobbed in silence avoiding anyone from hearing me especially the voice i recognized as been my aunt's, plotting against me, her nephew though i knew she hated me but not as much as such. I was mentally tortured , flashes of my late parents and grandfather in my mind and the more i tried to forget it, the more salt i added to the injury. Feeling depressed, i ran out of the house to rethink it through,"Maybe i did not hear right or maybe my mind is playing 'not-funny jokes' on me that's all." 

As i walked through the streets, not far from the mansion, i noticed people's looks towards me. Every moment i steadily' sneak-stared' at them they seemed to retire looking at me but as soon as i turned the other way, they continued staring at me not until i was out of site. Shocked by the way people looked at me, i gave myself a closer examination and to my surprise, my entire body was sweating like never before.