Part 2 : Let there be silence.
Philip sits at the small table, watching his family as they eat dinner, Royce, his father is chatting away with his brother, and occasionally Penny, the nanny, who is the only help allowed to sit at the table, is throwing in a few words. He is staring down at his meal. He can't believe that his father had the staff cook lasagna again, he hates lasagna. They know he hates lasagna, but Edward seems to like it so they cook it almost twice a week, since for some reason they treat Edward as if he is the golden boy, while he has been relinquished to some other title, which he isn't sure what it is. He wishes sometimes that Edward had never been born. But at least what ever Philip's reputation, he has the staff scared of him for the most part which seems to suit him.
"You aren't eating, dear." Penny comments, looking over at him with a concerned expression. This is the third night this week that he hasn't eaten.
"He's being a dork, again." Edward comments.
Philip sends a hatred glare his way. "Can I be excused?" He gets up from the table without asking, and walks out of the room.
Royce gets up, but Penny stops him. "I can go after him, don't worry about him, sir." She walks after him "Phil!" She calls as she catches him going up the stairs.
He turns to glare at her, the corner of his mouth seeming to form into a smirk. "What do you want?" There is a slight bit of anger in his voice, which he has deliberately mixed in with a bit of smoothness, which seems he knows creeps her out, because she once said it sounded like he could read her mind.
"I just want to make sure you are okay, that is the third night this week you haven't eaten." She cowers a little, watching him.
"It is also the third night this week that the little weasel conned the staff into making him lasagna. I will eat something later, Okay!" His intense blue eyes watch her through the thick glasses. He needs to remember when he is on his own to get glasses, which have almost transparent frames. He is tired of the ones that his father always seems to make him wear. Though his father has a lot of money, he doesn't like to spend it on things like glasses, which he calls frivolous matters. If Edward wore glasses it would be different, but since Philip is the only one who wears them they are frivolous. One day he is going to show them the price that is to be paid for putting his needs last. There was no need for this, Philip was the oldest, and his mind that always meant he should get special treatment, but for some reason his father favored Edward because he was the baby.
"Okay, I am sorry…I can talk to the chefs and see if the next few nights they will make something that you like. Do you want me to bring you a sandwich?"
"Leave me alone, woman! I will eat later." Philip says, and pounds his way up the rest of the stairs. He comes to the landing, and walks to the end of the hall, where his room is. This is the only thing about his father's favoritism that he does not mind; he prefers having the bedroom that is farthest away from everyone else in the house. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a silver key, unlocking the door. He opens the door, walking through the black beaded curtains, to what he calls his abode. He had decorated it mostly from his weekly allowance, he had pillows scattered on the floor for him to sit on, posters of various eastern beliefs, bookcases stacked with all sorts of books, and a very neatly made up bed, that reminded him of what he thought a bed in Indian might look like. He had decorated it like this, not because he was a major fan of eastern culture. He did like it, it had its value, but he did it mainly because he knew his father hated anything that wasn't American, and though at times he could tolerate European stuff, he absolutely despised eastern culture stuff. So, Philip had decorated his room like that, to make sure at least that his father would never set foot inside his room. He jumps on the big bed, and reaches under the mattress, and pulls out a large coffee table style book, which has pictures of the United States. He has been looking through the book for a few days, because he has to figure out where he wants to go in three days, because he is getting out of this hell-hole right after he graduates.