The Wind Whispers

Chapter nine

I spent most of day bouncing around the house, my heart felt like it was soaring and nothing could keep me on my feet. My mother and father hadnt asked any  questions for they didnt want my feelings to come crumbling down as quick as I had built them up. I had dressed myself with the help of a maid in a very flattering dress that went along with my fluttering heart.

I kept a watchful eye out of the window. My parents hadn't known how to take my sudden joyous outburst so they offered me tea and sweets thinking perhaps I'd come down with some sort of sickness. I became antsy as I awaited Thomas's arrival. So much so that I had decided to waste some time playing the piano. As soon as I sat the song poured from my heart, my lungs, my entire being. I closed my eyes and finally with a few deep breaths I was my old self again. The slower notes of the song reminded me that I was me, and nobody else. I sighed and continued to play as the song soaked up all my troubles and worries and just caressed me like an infant. My brows furrowed, why was I so dependent on men? Why couldnt they be dependent on me? Couldnt I have them crawling like beggars and fools at my feet instead? I stood and as I did I started to formulate a ploy that seemed quite evil, but I was tired of my heart being the one drug around like it was nothing. No Thomas didnt really deserve to be screwed around either but at the very start of this I hadnt thought I did either, not to mention he hadnt been entirely straight forward with me about my fathers brewery. I held my hands behind my back as a knock was heard at the door. Upon further inspection I saw that it was William Harrington, the son of one of my fathers dear friends.

William and his father Frank entered the house to my knowledge very unexpectedly and the wheels in my brain started to turn. I felt like I needed to feel some sort of power. I knew deep down I wanted to feel wanted. If I could have any man begging at my feet then I could have anyone, but what if I didnt want just anyone, and what if I left broken hearts along the way. Afterall there were four strapping men that had crossed my path, and only one me, I couldnt please them all, but what if I could please myself. I had caught no news of the father and son duo gracing our house, last I saw of William he was just a young boy a few years older then me who'd just lost his mother and unborn sister and his father decided it best they move away where William wouldn't have to live in the same house his mother had died in. Now William was a very sharp looking young man and with the smile he held on his face I knew he remembered me. I ran towards him and he lifted me like I was a paperweight. He set me down and he placed his hands on my shoulders,