Beneath the whispers

Chapter 10

Why exactly did I fall for that? I should be ashamed of myself not smiling like a fool. He just teased me and I fell for it – like a good old plane crash. Now forcing a frown “I will show him” I mumbled within myself, looking up at him who had now stuck out his head from the curtain since I haven’t followed him in but the look on his face forces my lips to cringe so I rush into the house hoping my fearful thoughts were just a mere expression of exaggerated worrying.

“Olivia” I mumbled, barely hearing myself as the words slipped from my red glossed lips, his head disappears into the hut as I got close. Swinging the beads to my right I badged into the tiny house hoping nothing bad happened to her, she must have not slept in the hotel yester-night maybe she ended up in this hut and then the shadows –

“Olivia” my voice deepens this time, with a huge sigh of relief I drop my shoulders. Tony stood watching Olivia hold the paper she was looking at. After the bout of relief I felt was a rush of burning rage.

Why would she just leave the hotel without telling anyone? What the hell are those papers doing in her hands? Did she seriously think she can do this herself? And the one question that screamed in my head was; why the hell did she make me worry like that? My dark brows cringe slowly into a frown and my sharp eyes emitting the rages that gushed through me. I was tired of her acting like she was the victim, this whole malice and bitterness was beginning to clog my throat – for God’s sake how long will she keep up this keeping-a-grudge attitude?

“What are you doing here?” I asked, changing my stance into a pose. It was quite obvious that Olivia was looking up the shadows, the papers that were once on the wall now piled up in her tiny hands as she slipped through them like a book. There is no denying that it feels good that Olivia was ok but, the whole keeping-a-grudge attitude was beginning to get the more irritating. Olivia scoffs barely glancing at me before returning to the book. That was it, she is crossing the line now

“Wow, how selfish of you – it didn't occur to you that some people might be worried about your ass” I add, adjusting my stance in a feat to contain my rage

“Bella, it's Okay. Let's talk about this when we get back” Tony was now between us his two palms facing against our chests, Olivia had dumped the papers and was on her feet smiling sarcastically at me.

"You chose to act like a ‘pretty little savior’ and I… am finding a way out of here alone - good luck dying without me” she said

“you bitch!” I spat out, plunging at her but Tony catches me before I could smack her little swollen face. Her comments is not my main issue but the fact that I was actually worried about her and she is here acting all nonchalant about it – my pride in the mud

“calm down Bella, I will talk to her” he was squeezing me at this point and I struggle and struggle to break free, Olivia’s smile tears through my soul and I struggle all the more that he had to drag me out from the house

"you called me a bitch?” she called after us, then she smirks and shouts “says the queen of bitches!” Her high-pitched voice pierces the windows of the tiny hut echoing from afar. Tony had dragged me away from the house holding me in a tight hug as he listens to feels my now racing heart get slower

“Breath” His whispers pass a warm breath across my cheeks and down to my neck

“it's ok, why hold her down – I have waited for ages to bruise that scornful lips of yours” Olivia had also left the house and is still shouting from outside

"ignore her” he whispers again. But this time, it wasn’t her bickering that annoyed me but snoopy tears clustering my eyelids and trying to drag the eyeliner that took me a long few minutes to apply to ruin– that is a better truth to the fact that Olivia seeing me cry would be to her satisfaction and I am not going to give her that luxury blinking fast as I bury my face on Tony's shirt. He could feel my shaky breath because he squeezed me all the more

“it's ok – she is not worth it” he says, tapping my back as I practice heavy long breaths. he is right, she is not worth the energy I am pouring on her

"let's get out of here” says my quivering voice with a breath-filled whisper, I dab my face on his shirt and break free turning away from them until I can control my tears.

“Olivia, you need to come with us” Tony calls after Olivia when she turned to enter the house again

"This is not mine anyway and the coal is running out already” she says casually

“you slept here?” He breaks his lids wider apart

“Isn't it obvious?” she replies sarcastically

"and – did your night of communing with burning coal pay off?” he jokes at her – freaking jokes at her!

Olivia scoffs in response and after a long second of silence she declares “you win, I cannot make anything from the papers, I waited for the house owner but he never came all night”

“did you find food at least?” he grinned at her this time

“There is the dry crusty bread I ate last night, still have some crumbs left” Olivia smirks lightly throwing a glance at me where I was now a few feet from them sitting on a huge stone and drawing something on the floor with a weak branch

“you know each other don't you?” he follows her gaze to me and I look away from them

“We have our rough patch” she mumbled loud enough that I can hear her and continued “she didn't reach out to me for two years – believe me, the feeling is mutual” I swallow the words waiting to burst out from my lips, repeating the one phrase that kept me from tearing off her head and force feeding it to Anthony for cracking a joke with her at this crucial moment – she is not worth it, I am better than this

Olivia packs the papers into her small black leather bag she probably found in the house and steps out “It’s getting late, we wouldn’t want to get captured by some crazy shadows” she jokes but Tony doesn’t laugh with her, instead his face grew into a worried look

“We won’t make it back to the hotel before the sun sets” he said thoughtfully, looking from me to Olivia

“If we don’t hurry” Olivia said

“And if we still don’t make it?” he inquires looking at the house

“You think we should stay the night?” I blurted with a frown, I am not staying in that whatever that is, he nods slowly looking hard at me but I persist “What about the actual owner?” who knows? For him to have that much information he could be dangerous or even the perpetrator of all these – how convenient would it be finding us lying pretty on his bed after a hunt night

“Screw the owner, his coal has burnt out anyway so staying here is not an option, we just need to hurry as fast as we could and hope nothing happens” Olivia had already sprint past me before she finished talking and Tony half jogs after her grabbing my wrist so I followed them – grunting obviously like who the hell made her in charge?