Running On Empty

Chapter 13 ~ Jaylin~

"No, I want to see Silya. Let me see her. I order to let me go." I could see Garrett's face change suddenly. He got quiet. I had never "ordered" him to do anything before. I never thought of him as a servant. He was like a father to me. He was the father I never really had.

"Young Master..." His eyes didn't meet my gaze.

"I'm sorry, Garrett." I looked at him one more time then started running again. I felt the touch of his fingers slide of my shoulder in a split second.

I ran passed everything. I saw the brick pathway that led to my room. I saw the blacktop that Silya and I had danced on when it was raining. I saw Silya standing still ahead. Her hair hung over her shoulders and I imagined her brown eyes sparkling when she would smile. I heard the sound of her voice calling out my name over and over again.

"Silya, look! Silya!" I called out her name again. This time she turned around swiftly. Her eyes widen.

Madeline saw me as well and pushed her inside the house. In the next few seconds, my father walked out from the spot that Silya had been standing. Beside him was a girl with curly blond hair. I saw that she had ivy green eyes. She had a light soft smile as they both made their way towards me. I froze in my spot, unsure what to do. I wanted to push pass them, but they were purposely blocking my way.

"It is good to see you so energetic, my son!" My father pats me hard on my shoulder.

"What's going on here? Who is this person?" My eyes shifted to meet her gaze. I hear her laugh. She sounded nothing like Silya.

"This is Frica Brown." My father smiles proudly then looks over at the girl, "This is my son, Jaylin."

"Nice to meet you, Jaylin. Your father has told me so much about you!" She reaches out her hand to shake it. I don't make an attempt of doing anything. I'm sure he has.

"Jaylin, why don't you show Miss Brown inside? I'm sure she would love it if you would show her around this big place.

"Do it yourself, I've got some place to be." I felt myself sounding quite bitter.

My father pulls me to the side. His face tightens; his patience was wearing thin fast. "Jaylin, what is up with you?"

"What's up with you?" I snapped back at him, shoving him a little.

"Listen to me!" He shouts at me, eyes flaring up with anger.

"Jaylin," a soft voice called out to me, "please, just show me around." That girl stood in a long pink dress that had white lacing on the bottom. Silya hated that color.

"Leave me alone." I looked in her eyes. Her hands started shaking.

"I'm going to find Silya. Don't you dare stop me!" I shouted at my father. He stood in his tracks.

"She's not going to see you for the rest of this week." At first, I was sure that my ears were deceiving me, but they weren't. The girl's voice had changed suddenly.

"What do you mean?" I stepped forward to face her.

"You and I will be spending the rest of the week together instead of her. She will come next week to see you. This is your father's orders, not mine." Her eyes pinned me down. Her voice made me feel as if she was a snake trying to suffocate me.

"You're lying to me." I tried my best not to sound uncertain, but even I knew that I was very nervous.

"Why would I lie to you when I just met you?" She put her eyebrow up in the air.

"I want to talk to Silya, not you." I stormed off, my eyes in search of Silya.

I ran off as fast as I could into the house. I realized for the first time that I was like a stranger in my own home. I had never once stepped inside my house before. I saw a grand staircase and walls with several doors on both sides. I saw women that were dressed up in maid costumes and many portraits of my father and my mother. I saw a portraits of me when I was two. Dark blue carpet had been laid out all over the rooms. The house had fully stocked expensive furniture. The celling was a lime green color and three giant chandeliers hung brightly across the staircase entrance. I decided to run down the long staircase. There was no sign of Silya or Madeline which meant that they were together.