I turned around and looked at Raphael who was still standing there. I sighed and asked him,
"Is there something else you need?" Now I sound rude, it's his fault, not mine. He was definitely nervous, which was weird.
"Well, I just thought we could spend some time together before I leave, talk… W… We rarely speak to each other, so I wondered if… Erm...," he trailed off.
In the history of Percando, in my two lives and unwanted memories, there has never been a time that Raphael Percando had been nice to Rose or even cared. Raphael was a sister complex but was included, certainly not. He's too shy for my liking, and you call yourself a warrior? Embarrassing!
"Did Lilyanne put you up to this?" I asked knowingly. "I mean, I already planned a date, why is she being a bug?" I said absentmindedly.
"N… No, she didn't," he said, his face turning red with embarrassment. This man rarely speaks to anyone, and rarely talk to any woman, except Lilyanne and Carmel. So sad! If I were interested in him, I'd have looked for a bubbly pretty lady for him, but I'm not. Poor guy can't even lie properly, not that it's a bad thing.
"I see," I said and stood up, walking past him. I grabbed the door handle and drew the door wide open, Lily fell at my feet because she was leaning on the door. I saw her blonde hair a long time ago, she was not even trying to hide well. I rolled my eyes in irritation and walked back to my seat.
"I'm not interested," I said as I sat down.
"I didn't tell him to come, I promise. Big brother confided in me that you were a bit…," she stopped herself on time, but I had an idea of what she wanted to say. I stood up and faced them, I scoffed and leaned on the table saying,
"A bit what?"
"N… Nothing," she said, looking away.
"Just tell me, Lily," I said with a nice smile.
"Okay, he said that you…"
"Lily," Raphael called with a loud voice that made Lily flinch and take a step back. "It's nothing. Well, I tried," he said, turning to leave.
"You walk into my room unannounced, interrupt me from a very interesting book, annoy me, and won't even answer a simple question?" Well, he probably announced, but I didn't hear. "Huh, big brother?" I said with a tone that scared even me. He turned with a glare, is the fear gone? He's most likely just putting up a bold front, fear don't leave that fast. I laughed out loud and continued,
"That's more like it, this is our relationship," I gestured at the space between us. "Let's stop pretending to be charming," I was talking without thinking, and just like that, the pain returned. "I'm a bit what, Raphael?" I already know what they want to say, but I'm still making a fuss because I'm pissed. The air in the room became so tense as we played a stare-down.
I stood tall playing the stare-down that was going on between Raphael and I, Lilyanne just stood by the corner unable to speak.
"What do you mean, sister?" Raphael asked with an equally stern voice.
"Oh, playing dumb. Okay, forget it, then," I said, feeling even more annoyed. I smiled and curtsied, saying,
"Farewell, Sir Raphael. I wish you a safe journey, if you'd excuse," I said and walked out, leaving them in the room.
Lilyanne followed me for some reason, but I ignored her. I walked outside to the garden, then the back of the house. My legs just carried me down to the part filled with trees, it's like a small forest, people could get lost easily in there.
"Stop following me, Sylphie," I said but didn't stop.
"Rose," she shouted, but I ignored her as I made a beeline for the forest. "Rose," she shouted again, but I didn't respond. "Silver," she shouted this time, and I stopped in my tracks. I turned around just to meet her glare, it has started, the hate.
"Don't call me that," I said.
"Silver," she repeated, and I walked towards her fully ready for some dragging of hair.
"I said, don't call me that," I repeated sternly.
"Why are you like this?" She asked.
"Huh?"
"All you had to do was wish him goodbye." This protagonist bitch! I smiled holding in the anger as I said,
"In case if you didn't notice, I told him goodbye, twice!"
"Anytime brother goes out and comes back, here and in the territory, you always pick a fight with him, always pick on him because he's shy." Did she blame me? I picked on him? "Why can't you just stop being this way? You want to know what he said? He said that you're scary and that he wanted to try getting closer to you because you're too distant," she said looking angry.
"Lilyanne," I called with a calm voice when she was done. "Thanks for curing my curiosity. I'll keep my violent attitude in check around you and your brother," I said and turned walking straight to the forest, I only stopped to say,
"Oh and for your information, I don't pick on him, it's just hard being the most hated person in the world," I chuckled and walked off.
I kept walking until my feet started hurting. I sat on a small rock by a corner and looked around in awe. Just how deep is this forest?
My plan was to feel depressed, not angry. Of course, I'm the bad guy, tch! The most annoying part is that the book was just getting good, I stopped at a very good part which makes me regret not grabbing it as I was walking out earlier. I heard rustling in the grass and flinched. Is this how I die? Again? Please be a bunny, please be a bunny. It was a grass cutter, I sighed in relief, relaxed a bit. Hold on. Something just clicked in my head and I broke down. It felt like that time at Carmel's room, the difference is there were no warm arms to make me feel better, I knew why I was crying, and I was probably in danger.