Dust Of Lust

Chapter.13*I Never Cry*

Warrick was frowning at me, nonstop. I feared looking in his eyes, they were deep and dark, like they held secrets. I bowed down swiftly to pick up the pieces of the bottle, and surprisingly, he bent down on his one knee as well.

"Careful, it's sharp," he uttered, a wave of goosebumps hit my whole skin. His voice was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. More beautiful than the chirps of the birds in the morning, more calming than the raindrops touching the ground, deeper than the howling of the wind. He began picking up the pieces as well, it was awkward. I thought he would be pissed and probably punish me as well, but here he was, trying to help me with my chores.

"Warrick," It was again Prince Luke, Warrick postured up and brushed his knee clean, "You okay brother?" Luke roughly scanned what was going on. Why does he have to appear everywhere?

"I broke the bottle." Warrick's reply made me lift my head and watch his face in shock, why did he save me? he wasn't even looking in my direction.

"Pick them up, you s***," I was doing my damn job when Luke kicked me from behind, making me fall on the broken pieces of glass. But luckily only my palms got wounded. I winced in pain, but that didn’t break me.

"Ugh! now her dirty blood is all over the marbles," Luke whined, I raised my face and saw him glaring in my direction in disgust, while Warrick was bored, looking anywhere but at us.

"Can I go now?" Warrick questioned in boredom. I was holding my palms upward, waiting for the brothers to leave so that I can do something for myself.

"I actually wanted to ask you for some money." Luke, being an idiotic person, begged. I hated him at this moment, before that, and I bet I will always hate him.

"They are in my locker, how much?" Prince Warrick wasn't much interested in having conversations with his family, I assumed. I have not seen him around his family that much, he would always be by himself or at the lighthouse.

"I---," Luke halted, "take her to her mother, she is staining our floor," he yelled at the maid nearby, I stood straight to walk away but Warrick blocked my way swiftly. I almost was going to bump into him, twice. His action made me look in his eyes and lower down my eyes again. He didn’t move for a moment and after a few seconds, he finally moved aside so that I could make my way to my mother.

"What happened?" Luke questioned, I was walking away from them, that's why their voices had started to fade away.

"She wasn't crying," Warrick commented. I frowned while keeping my pace to get away from them. Their voices were inaudible now. I sighed in relief and went into the kitchen, looking for mother.

The moment I entered the kitchen, my mother’s eyes scanned the blood on my palms.

"Tell me, what have you done this time?" Mother scolded me in front of all the workers. Yes! the workers respected each other so when my mother would scold me in front of them, I felt it.

"I made a mistake," I uttered, my head bowed down. I don’t know why every time I ended up being sick or injured, they nagged me.

"What?" she was cleaning my palms and frowning continuously.

"I fell on the ground when Luke kicked me and I even bled, I'm such a horrible person." The sarcasm in my tone made everyone act like they have seen a ghost, that's how horrible it was.

I didn’t examine my surroundings, but my mother did in fear. She wanted to make sure no Royal hears about my arrogance.

"Shut your a*** up." She slapped me right across my cheek and apologized to others in mumbles. She wrapped my palms in a white cloth, eyeing me all the damn time.

That slap hurt my ego, as a mother, I would expect much support from her, but every time, she would shut me up.

"Leave it, you love being a slave," I stated and shrugged my hands from her grip. Her slap messed me up. She wanted to speak, but I marched away from her, walking out of the kitchen.

*She wasn't Crying*

I recalled his phrase, he noticed. As much as I was kept away from the reality of how workers were treated, I wasn't very sensitive at all. I was pretty stubborn and petulant, I hardly felt humiliated and I thanked Jesus for making me this strong and who I was. I would rather be a worker than a cruel Royal.

"I'm cute, I'm sweet, I'm happy, I'm neat, I'm everything you don't want me to be." I sang out of tune. Since the hallway was empty, I wandered around like I owned this mansion. "Hey!" I ceased dancing and called out for Kelly, who was briskly walking and mending her skirt.

I walked her way, trying to make a conversation with her, but she looked out of it, very anxious and uncomfortable.

"What is going on?" I started walking along with her, scanning her whole body curiously to understand her behavior.

"I fell from the stairs." She simply stated, walking straight and avoiding any eye contact with me.

"Oh! but they don't have stairs where you were coming from." I kept walking with her, trying to meet her pace, but she was in such haste that I had to run a few steps to catch up with her.

"Leave me alone. Go, do you work." She bitterly spoke and by that time, we had made out of the mansion. It was already dark outside now, every worker has begun walking towards the village to get rest in their huts.

"Why are you walking like that?" Her walk was a little disturbed,

"Because I fell," She stopped, yelling at my face. Her breath fanned my face or should I say it was a tornado on my face. I followed her, but this time silently.

"I did this one, you do that one." I heard a voice that sounded familiar to my ears. I turned around and scanned the tall and broad guy, who had his back towards me. I had a feeling that he was Williams but he had his back facing me. Should I call his name?

I mean, what the worst could happen? Another slap from my sister?

"Williams?" I never overthink before doing something. I saw his body turning around and that's when I heard a loud grunt.

"Shanice, what are you waiting for?" It was DeShawn, always angry. I couldn’t even get a good view of that handsome young man, I had a conversation within the cellar that day.

Trying not to piss off my brother, I chased after him to our village in silence.