The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Five - House guest's and Vincent//

//Five — House guests, and Vincent//

Willa Van der Mariel

“The next time someone swears in this house” Warned Dave, turning his sharp eyes to all three of us in the kitchen. “I am going to lock you outside with the homeless”

Mike shook his head, making a ‘tsk, tsk’ sound with his tongue and continued to create the salad, while Eldon and I take the threat a little more seriously.

“Okay, Pa” I say, and went back to working on the chicken.

Everyone waits for Eldon to say something, and then he gives a great sigh and apologises as well. Good boy. 

Dave nods in appreciation, and continues to lay the table. He couldn’t cook to save his life. 

“Willa, is that chicken nearly done?” Dave asked, calling across the open room.

I nod, double checking the timer. “Five minutes. Be patient. Cooking takes time”

“Yeah, pa” Slurs Eldon, giving her a loopy smile. “Be patient. Cooking takes time”

This earns him a cold glare from me, a amused look from Mike and a warning look from Dave, who looks as if though he is going to push Eldon off the bench where he is helping Mike cut up vegetables. 

Everyone wants to push Eldon off a bench, Willa.

The timer for the oven goes off, and being me, I jumped in surprise — causing Mike, and my brother to snicker. Dave just sighs. I scowled at them, before unloading my beautiful chicken that looks as if it was cooked by the gods. The smell wafts through the room, and each of my families heads turn towards my god chicken, hunger evident in their eyes.

Ha! Imagined I poisoned it.

… you should poison it.

I quickly pushed away my murderous thoughts, before pulling out a long knife and began to carve the chicken. I had grown up being the only one who could really cook in the family. Mike was alright, and could make a sustainable meal. While, Eldon and Dave couldn’t cook to save their lives. Don’t even get me started on Averie — she managed to burn ice-cream. 

Ice cream, who the hell can burn a frozen food?

Ugh, Willa, it was just one time.

Five times, Ave. You managed to do it five times.

I placed the chicken on a plate, fanning it out in a perfect curled wave, and making it look as if it came from a five star restaurant. Mike and Eldon had finished with the vegetables, and now creating a salad, which was one thing they could do without burning the house down. Well, so far the house hasn’t burnt down. But, I can’t say how much longer until that statement is true. We prepared the table, and I was told to go upstairs and change. Honestly, I thought I looked fine. Wearing grey tracksuits, and a large jumper. Dave told me to shut up and change. Why did I have to look nice for those bastards? It’s not like they remember me.

Ugh.

So, I decided to wear a black, lace skirt that clung to my waist, with a white top that was tucked in, and had black strips. I wasn’t wearing shoes, and no one asked me too. Only sighed when I came down stairs, my blue painted toe-nails showing. My brown hair was up in a messy bun, with a plait running across my head. And I had applied some makeup to my eyes, so my brown eyes looked brighter. Eldon, was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a transformer on it. His brown hair was scruffy, sticking up in wild directions and his dark brown eyes looked bored. We may not be blood related, but we could of been related with our similar looks. No one ever asked. Mike had cleaned up nicely, as had Dave.