C o n t r a v e n i n g S i l e n c e

Chapter 2: whispers taunting

"No! Please—don't." She begged, her amber eyes large and very serious.

"I wouldn't be so sure of yourself; you want this." His cold voice reminded her. Anger was evidently lacing its way into his voice as he continued. "And I'm finally giving you what you want,"

"NO!"

With a shudder and a large jolt, her eyes popped open; wide and terrified. Panting, she lifted her palm to wipe away the sweat that had formed on her for head. Hating not being covered by blankets, she cursed herself for her low tolerance for heat as she kicked off the heavy comforter.

Calming her breathing, she stared up at the ceiling—this was a start though. Finally getting at least—she glanced at the clock—3 hours of sleep, that was a record. At least she'd be able to keep her eyes open for most of the day. 11:22pm.

She sat up once again, feeling drowsy but not sleepy enough. Glancing around the room a few times, she slid out of the warmth of her bed and padded to the balcony that was to the right of her bed. There was a door and she opened it as she climbed out of the room.

Perching herself on the ground, she glared up at the sky—a peculiar look placating her face. Frowning as she made her way back to her bed, she sat up on her bed and grabbed a book to read for the rest of the night.

:::-:::

Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she crawled out of bed when it was about 6:23am. At least she'd be able to go downstairs and brew a cup of coffee for her and her mother.

"Morning, honey." Kendra's voice surprised Massie as she leapt into the air, searching for her mother's face. She was sitting at the small kitchen table with a mug already in hand. Massie shot her a quizzical look as she went to the coffee maker to pour herself a cup. "I couldn't sleep," Kendra admitted.

Massie nodded absent mindedly as she relished the feeling of warm liquid flow down her throat. It felt great.

"How'd you sleep?" Kendra asked, her eyes already knowing the truth.

Massie shrugged, too tired to fetch the white-board.

"The neighbors are coming today, so please; where something nice and be on your best behavior." Kendra pleaded, her eyes very serious—sparks of happiness were still left over from yesterday's events.

Massie nodded as she sipped more coffee.

:::-:::

Bored out of her mind, Massie sat at her computer desk where her Mac Book Pro laptop was placed on the oak wooden desk. Booting it up, Massie watched everything load as she waited patiently.

Logging onto AIM, she checked to see who was on.

Kids from her old school were on, but all immediately logged out the second they saw Massie's screen name pop on. A stab in the heart, she logged herself out too—a huge frown etched on her never-smiling face.

"Massie, get dressed—you're coming to Home Depot with me whether you want to or not," Kendra notified as she rushed around the house, getting everything clean. "I need paint for my room."

Rolling her flecked eyes, she slipped into some comfy jeans and a pretty—but plain—shirt that covered her back and chest pretty modestly. Rushing downstairs, she spotted her mother talking to someone outside on the front lawn.

The lady was pretty in an elder way, and had long stick straight blond hair with very bright blue eyes. Her cheek bones were high and attractive and she was thin and model-like.

Kendra was laughing—laughing. Massie sucked in a deep breath and let it out with a whoosh.

Gliding downstairs, she walked in front of Kendra with an indecipherable look plastered on her pretty face.

"Judy, this is my daughter, Massie." Kendra introduced, her no long tired-looking eyes watching Massie.

"Oh, hi—it's so nice to meet you." Judy Lyons grinned, "I have a daughter your age, as well as a son your age. You'll meet them tonight." She explained, a happy look dancing on her face. Massie felt like throwing up.

Feigning happiness that would not come, she pushed away from her mother's loving grip and stormed back into the large house, feeling her anger boil.

She didn't want anyone to force friends into her life, it wasn't necessary. In frustration, she tugged at her hair.

A bad habit she did often enough.

:::-:::

"Massie, please hurry up and get dressed. The Harrington's and Lyons will be here soon," Kendra patiently called from downstairs.

Massie felt a jolt of surprise, two families? That was a bit too much.

Running downstairs with white-board and marker in hand, she wrote speedily.

Two families?

Kendra shook her head no, "Judy married a man named Jay Harrington, but she kept and gave her maiden name to her daughter and Jay kept his name and gave it to his son Derrick Harrington." Massie understood now.

Taking a small look around the room, she noticed the house looked spotless thanks to their old house keeper that just moved here with them. Inez.

Inez had lived with Kendra and Massie since Massie was born but just got to New York this morning with her belongings to live in the Block estate. Inez was Massie's second mother, and her driver, Issac, was pretty close to the family too. He lived in their estate as well but just came with Inez this morning.

Inez bounded into the room in a flurry, "Kendra, which appetizer would you like to be served first? The cold ones? Or the warm ones?"

Always very precise, Inez was.

Kendra too as in a rush but managed to squeak a, "Warm ones please," while she flurried around the house. Massie rolled her eyes in annoyance but returned upstairs to change into her carefully picked out outfit.

If she were meeting new people—it was obvious they would judge her by her appearances; that means clothes, jewelry, and everything on the outside.

Sliding into new clothes, she carefully chose a midnight blue, fancy blazer with a white blouse underneath. She paired it with dark wash jeans—she didn't need to be too over the top. She matched it with her favorite necklace: a golden chained necklace with a pendant that had a rimmed gold heart with blue sapphire diamond within it. It matched the blazer perfectly.

Staring at herself into the full length mirror, she examined her outfit one last time then marched downstairs to the sound of her door bell being rung.

"Hello! Welcome!" Kendra greeted at the door just as Massie slid down the staircase with easy grace. Her eyes surveyed the guests.

A boy with blond sandy hair that was a bit unruly, and the brownest eyes she'd ever seen. A girl with naturally stick straight blond hair—much like the kind Massie had seen on the woman named 'Judy' earlier—with corn silk hair. She had very blue eyes that were very mesmerizing. Her outfit was pretty plain actually, and no makeup was brushed onto her face—like Massie's.

"Hello, Kendra. Thank you so much for having us," Judy introduced. "This is my husband Jay," she gestured to a middle aged looking man that was attractive. "My son and daughter, Derrick and Claire." She pointed to the blond haired boy and the light blond girl, Claire.

"This my daughter, Massie."

Forcing a small smile—which too a lot of effort—she pointed to the brunette that was staring at the two kids with the strangest look across her face.

The adults shuffled off into the living room, discussing something intriguing. Massie was left with the two children.

"Hey, I'm Claire." The blond greeted, an easy smile on her face. Massie nodded.

"And I guess that leaves me to be Derrick," Derrick stated, his smile a bit uncomfortable. He surveyed Massie uneasily and she crossed her arms tight across her chest with a grim line on her tight face.

"Are you liking Westchester?" Claire asked, desperate for a conversation shift. Her brother was blushing madly.

Massie nodded tersely, her shoulders hunched and tense.

"Are you going to Briarwood?" Derrick wondered aloud. Massie blushed herself, unsure why she was flushing a scarlet red.

Massie nodded again.

"Are you excited?" Claire interjected, an eager smile evident. She was practically jumping in her spot. Massie shrugged.

Gesturing for the two to come upstairs, she lead them to her room—trying not to regret anything she were about to do.

She pushed the off-white door open that lead to her room. The two padded in the room, silent with movements thanks to her plush white carpet.

"I like your room!" Claire gushed, her baby blue eyes delighted. "It has a comfy aura to it." She giggled. Massie smiled a little at the blonde's excitement over nothing big at all.

"Hey, whose that?" He pointed to a photo.

As quickly as the smile that barely was on her face, it left. Sprinting to where Derrick was pointing, she picked the picture up without sparing a glance at it as she placed it face down into the desk with pressure in her shaking hands.

Now feeling overwhelmed and not needing any company intruding in her room any longer, she impatiently gestured to the door. Dismissing the two from pointing out any more photos she did not want to discuss.

Both frowning with bewildered tight lines in their faces, they left without another word. Whispering as they left ear shot.

Attempting to control her rage, she took deep calming breaths as she sat on her bed, her hands in her face. Shutting her eyes tightly and curling and uncurling her fists, she took one last deep breath. She could not lose control, it wouldn't be fair. They didn't even know what was wrong. No one did.

Tucking a lock of silky hair behind her ear, she rolled her shoulders back, trying to lose the seething tension that seemed to roll right off her shoulders.

Don't do it again.

Author's Note: Hmm, what do you think is going on? Thanks for all those awesome-tastical reviews! It made me grin so happily! Now just a notification for all you readers: I'm heading off for vacation tomorrow and I may not be able to update tomorrow. I will have access to a laptop but I'm not sure if I will be able to update chapters that I write on the plane rides…but I will try. I pinky-promise. (;

Reviews make me happy, so make me happy! (=

Review Replies:

.: Why Massie does not talk is yet to be figured out soon. You may just have to predict what youYou think happened judging by the cryptic, and vague things I will tell you. (; Thanks for reviewing.

The Whale: I can't tell you what really happened or --if something happened to Massie-- it's part of my story.
But i can tell you that it was something that you may least expect...

Anonymous: Massie's past/background can not just be handed to readers like a silver plater, it's got to be given piece by piece. I want things to seem not so obvious like so many stories. You'll just have to wait and see.
And who knows if Massie will be popular or not--popularity isn't everything...

Fanfictiontastic: Not going to lie--your review made me smile and chuckle. Yeah, Kristen isn't exactly sure what's up with Massie's lack of words or enthusiasm... but who knows if she'll become understand or not? As well, thank youso much for reviewing. It means a lot to me. (=too-much-of-a-book-lover: Thank you. (= Rashelleah95: Haha, of course I will keep writing this story! (= Thanks!

Kylie: Why MAssie won't talk is not going to be revealed yet. Just guess in your reviews? JustCallMeSara: You have no idea how happy your review made me (= And thank you sooo much for those lovely comments.
I really hope you'll continue to love it because you were the inspiration for it! Anyway, I will update as soon
as i can. Trust me; i'll try very hard to. And yes, Kendra is trying to look strong for her daughter... but she slips like a normal human. And i definitely hoped readers would catch the strong discomfort in Massie's gesturestowards poor Kristen. (= Keep reading! Thanks again! (:
-J.H.Q.S.316