Chapter 7: More of Chad's Anger

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by Mel_Ami

by Mel_Ami

A chilling silence haunted the castle. Servants silently shuffled around the halls, their heads bowed.

It felt like a dream. Like, did this really happen? Is she really dead? She couldn't be. Could she?

A thousand rapid thoughts about my close friend flashed through my mind.

I sat in eery silence for several hours.

Finally, I accepted reality. Violet was dead and gone.

I allowed myself to cry, at last. Quiet, hot, painful tears streamed down my burning face.

I glanced over and realized I wasn't alone. Colin sat next to me, his face as white as paper. His lips moved, but he said nothing.

I stood up and tiptoed over to Bill.

He was sleeping in his bed. His fists were clenched. I then realized something. How were we going to tell Will about Vi?

He had never really experienced death in his life. We taught him about everything innocent and happy. But he never really knew about death.

I tried not to think about it as I left and walked down the hallway to the kitchen.

The whole castle felt empty and lonely. I didn't even realize all the servants as they quickly rushed past me.

Us Plutonians aren't the most sentimental, so I can only imagine how depressed and dismal Colin, and especially Chad felt based on my feelings.

No one talked to or bothered each other for the entire next day.

But commotion was caused when Chad flipped his sadness into anger.

I witnessed one of his fiery fits of fury one afternoon while I was in one of the sitting rooms.

I had been peacefully sipping my steaming shayi when Chad barged into the large furniture-filled room, fury fuming from his nostrils.

He didn't even realize I was sitting in the large velvet chair as he grabbed a couch and flipped it in the air. Even after he acknowledged my existence, he continued kicking and tossing furniture all the while yelling nonsensical statements.

Finally, he turned dramatically and stormed off, shouting all the while.

I didn't move. I was stunned, and a little scared. I listened as he kicked walls and punched anything he could smash his strong bony hands into. I was frightened. What if he carelessly killed someone? He wouldn't. Would he? I was doubting the emotional stability of my brother-in-law. I covered my mouth and quietly cried.

This section was written by Amity