Finding You...: Chapter 5: Painful Things
Timberly's POV
Walking to school in this deaf defying silence was killing me. I didn't want Ephram to be mad at me...and the sad thing is I don't even know what I did! I had to say something...
"So...what are you doing after school?" Dumb question! God Timb you're a damn retard!
"Nothing much...probably hang out at home and stuff...why?" he said with a sarcastic tone. Why did he have to ask why...
"Oh just wondering if you wanted to maybe hang out...get pizza!" I said feeling really stupid for even asking the question in the first place.
"Hm...sounds good...I'll think about it..." he said slowly walking on, not even looking at me.
"Okay!" I said turning in front of him so I blocked his way, "Something is up! Something is wrong! What is wrong?!" I said almost screaming I was so frustrated.
"Nothing..." he said stepping back a bit.
"No something is up...and I have something to do with it, just tell me." I pleaded stepping out of his way.
"Where did you learn to play like that?" he asked looking at me all cockeyed.
"I took lessons...I loved playing the piano ever since I was three, and ever since I touched a piano then I haven't stopped...why are you asking me this?" I said giving him the same look back.
"Nobody learns to play like that by just taking lessons! I mean you must have been born with this kind of musical talent!" he shouted getting all excited, I was getting nervous or scared...
"I practiced a lot...Thresa couldn't pull me away from the piano if she tried." I said turning around and starting to walk again. He stopped me.
"Practiced? Thresa? Why are you speaking past tense?" he asked me searching my nervous face for an answer.
"I used to play...I quit about a month ago...after Kevin died..." I said avoiding eye contact.
"Why? I mean you're a beautiful player." he said getting me to look up at him.
"Kevin..." I started to say but couldn't bring myself to finish.
"Kevin?" he said with pleading eyes to go on...the kind of eyes that see right through you...that burn holes through you.
"Kevin...was my foster dad...about a month ago he was murdered, there are you happy now that you know this about me?!" I said feeling mad and alone at the same time.
"I'm sorry to hear..." he said. I could feel the sorrow in his words...I could feel that he felt terrible about pushing me into telling him.
"Not your fault..." I said walking on.
"You're adopted?" he asked catching up to me.
"Yes...I don't know who my family is either...and right now, I kind of wish I did." I said trying to find a way to escape this death chamber he has lead me in.
"Oh...sorry..." he said again. I was sick of him being sorry, it's not like her really was.
"Tis' okay, I'll live..." I said knowing that I wouldn't.
"Have you ever tried finding out who they are...?" he asked not being able to look up at me.
"Yeah...I know they supposively lived in Manhattan...but I don't know where they live now." I said getting even more uncomfortable.
"I see..." he said. I was shocked was they really all he could say! I've been searching for my family all of my life and all he can say is "I see..." what a jackass!
"Mhm." I couldn't saying anything my mouth was held shut with super glue.
We walked the rest of the way to school in silence, knowing that we were both sick of talking. We went are separate ways but for some odd reason I know we will be back together soon...in someways I feel inseperable from him and when I'm away from him for long periods of time I start to get lonely. When I'm around him everything seems better, like I've actually found my family...