Chapter 135 Darkest Wish, Right?
At night, the door creaked open. William was curled like a ball on the bed when Lisa entered and quietly cleaned the fallen food before placing a clean tray of dinner on the table.
“Don’t throw it this time.” She smiled, glancing over her shoulder, “Even you need energy to yell,”
He scoffed, burying his face in the pillow. Lisa got up and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the boy with a soft gaze.
Taking out an ointment from her pocket, she lifted his shirt a little, revealing a deep purple mark that made her release a soft sound of compassion.
“Oh, Will, why do you love infuriating your father so much?” She whispered worriedly.
Her fingers trembling slightly to check the bruise, lifting his shirt more only to find a faint trace of blood too.
He didn’t apply. Applying on his bruise, she was staring at his face. He was glaring into nothingness but didn't push her either.
It wasn’t the first time she was tending to his bruises after a beating after all.
William was used to it, pissing his father off, got battered, and then Lisa would apply an ointment.
“Your father didn’t mean that, Will,”
“He does. He wants me dead. If you won’t get rid of me, he will do it. He hates me.” He murmured, gripping the pillow powerlessly.
“He won’t if we can be together. I know I am not her but I’m here. I can be the mother you need, if you let me, Will, all you have to do is accept us,” She continued expectantly.
His voice broke, “I won’t. I won’t. I won’t. You took my Mama’s place.”
“We were lovers before your Mama came, Will. Henry’s parents forced him into that marriage. What did I do?”
He shut his eyes, refusing to listen to her. Lisa was tired, she no longer remembered how many times she repeated the same thing over and over again.
“You will replace me. I will vanish. I know.” He whimpered, tears filling his eyes, terrified of that day.
Her lips curled downward, “You won’t be. Remove these negative thoughts, Will. We are all here for you. Give us a chance.”
“Never.”
Lisa didn’t flinch. She stood up, and offered him a hauntingly calm smile, "One day, William.”
Carefully covering him with the blanket and filling a glass of water, she turned to leave, holding the doorknob.
“One day, you will accept us. We have all the time in the world."
She closed the door, leaving him in the suffocating dark.
The silence screamed at him. The "patience" in her voice felt like a victory march.
He couldn’t bear it. He hated the sound of it.
He didn’t want these people in his life.
He stood up, his vision blurring with a hot, hysterical rage, and bolted out of the room. He ran to the top of the grand staircase, looking down as the front door opened.
Henry was there, ushering Lisa toward the car for their evening dinner with a gentleness he never shared for William.
He hated the sight of it. It turned his stomach. The very reason he resented them all.
It wasn’t Lisa. But, his father’s difference.
"I HATE YOU!" William’s voice boomed through the hall, stopping them in their tracks. They looked up, staring at the broken boy on the landing, glaring at them with tears glistening in his eyes.
Lisa loosened her shoulder, praying he won’t ruin things more than he already did as she could witness rage rising to Henry’s face.
"I HOPE THE CAR FLIPS!" he shrieked, his finger trembling as he pointed at them.
"I HOPE YOU ALL DIE! DON'T EVER COME BACK! JUST DIE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"William!" his father roared, but Lisa placed a hand on Henry’s chest, shaking her head.
“No. Henry. You have hurt the child enough.” She warned strictly, not letting him go further and called out strictly.
“Luke! Helena!”
Tense at the angry call, the kids rushed down, understanding the situation at one glance and tried to hold their brother.
“William, let’s go-”
“No! Don’t touch me.” He shut his eyes, hitting the railing with a force harsh enough to bruise his knuckles as she screamed from the bottom of his heart.
“DIE! DIE! BOTH OF YOU, JUST DIE!”
“He-”
"Let's go, Henry. Luke and Helena will handle it.” Lisa whispered, dragging Henry by his arm while glaring at Luke and Helena to handle the situation before it gets worse.
They nodded fretfully and tried to hold William as they separated the Father and Son before they swear to kill each other one day.
When Henry was gone, William was infuriated and pushed Luke away.
“Don’t touch me!”
William glared at the entrance, back to the kids worriedly staring at their brother who simply rolled his eyes and walked back to his room when they were gone.
He felt a sick sense of triumph. Finally, silence.
He went back to his room and stared at the wall, waiting for the anger to cool. Leaning his back against the door, he was on the ground.
Aware, two scared kids were on the opposite side, exchanging worried glances.
“Does he hate us too?” Helena asked worriedly.
Tears glistening in her eyes, the depressive and abusive condition of their home had begun to affect everyone mentally.
“No.” Luke smiled, pulling Helena into a hug, “He doesn’t.”
Luke rested his head against the door, closing his eyes, waiting for his wrath to cool down.
Unknowingly kids were together and slept in the same position.
Two hours later, the silence was broken. Not by his family returning, but by the frantic, soul-piercing wail of sirens approaching the gates.
“What the-” William’s eyes shot open. Reacting immediately, he got up and opened the door only to find his siblings sleeping at the door.
He glared.
He stood five steps forward. Stopped. Sighed. And placed them on his bed before rushing down to check what was happening.
“What’s this ruckus about?”
The cop said compassionately, “Boy. Your parents met with an accident.”
“W-What?”
“The cops need you to identify the corpse. Come with us.”
He gulped, following them, meeting the grotesque sight that purloined life from his feet, crashing his world in a mere moment.
The car hadn't just flipped. It had been crushed.
“It happened not too far away. Can you tell us their names? We cannot find an ID card.”
“Henry Grayson, my father. And…” His voice broke, her last words ringing in his ears that liberated a deafening sobbing from this throat.
“A-And Lisa Grayson… my- my mother…”
The heavy, stumbling footsteps of the butler running toward the study came, pulling William who saw the horrified sight back.
“If you need something, ask us. Don’t traumatize the kid.” The butler scolded, dragging him inside and handling the rest of the query himself but it was too late.
The scar had been imprinted.
The silence William had screamed for had finally arrived. And it was never going to leave him again.
His darkest wish was completed, right?
Is that what he wanted? Their demise?