She opened the door to find her sister standing in the hallway, Jasmine looked slightly flustered but managed to smile, “Hey Jayla, can you go to the grocery store and pick up a few things?" "I'm in the middle of cooking Dad's soup and don't want to leave it unattended.”
Jayla blinked, still tangled from where her thoughts had been. “Oh, sure, just give me the list,” she said, reaching for the list in Jasmine's hand.
She glanced briefly at the list, then looked down at her dress, smoothing it in front of the mirror.
As she adjusted her dress in front of her mirror, Jasmine's voice grew softer. “You know, I'm worried about you.” Jayla turned, her gaze meeting Jasmine’s eyes in the mirror. “Worried about what?”
Jasmine stepped closer, her face stern. “You seem different these days. You know, happier but also I don't know, a little distant.” Jayla's smile faltered slightly “It’s just I'm still getting to know him. But I like him, Jasmine, he's different.”
Jasmine nodded thoughtfully. “Just be careful, okay? and trust your instincts; sometimes, what seems perfect on the surface might have hidden layers. Jayla nodded appreciatively of her sister's concern. “I will promise Jasmine.”
As Jayla walked out of the house, her mind reeled with thoughts regarding Axel and her sister's words.
Though she was not quite sure what she would find across this growing connection to him, she was determined to follow where it would lead.
The café again was abuzz, this time with Brock and Jade talking. They sat in the coziest corner of the cafe amidst the soft light casting shadows on Brock's face, and she couldn’t help but feel a growing warmth in her chest. “So what is your story, Jade?” Brock asked, as he steadily held her in his gaze. “I mean, what urges you toward art? What is your passion?”
Jade took a deep breath, thinking about how to articulate the tangled mix of emotions and dreams inside her. "Art it's always one way for me to express what I can't put into words.
While Growing up with my sisters, I was always the quiet one. Art was where I found my voice, where I could say things I was too afraid to speak out loud."
Brock nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "I understand. Sometimes, it's the things we create that speak the loudest, even when we stay silent."
Jade smiled wistfully. "Exactly. Now, it is being here at Elysium Arts Gallery, and it seems I'm finally in line with the dream I've been painting.
I want to create art that touches people, just like I did today from seeing 'Tempest.'"
Smiling, Brock leaned back in his chair, an introspective look crossing his face. "I think you're well on your way, Jade. And if today is any indication, you're going to do amazing things."
The sincerity in his voice touched her, and Jade couldn't help but speculate for a brief second how it would feel to have a man like Brock by her side through life and her dreams.
As they continued their conversation, the café slowly began to empty around them, but neither one seemed to take notice. Jade felt that this bond they were creating might be the beginning of something wonderful, be it friendship or otherwise, only time could say.
"Would you like to come to another exhibit next week?" Brock asked, his voice just almost tentative. "There's this new artist I've been dying to see, and. I'd love for you to come with me."
Jade's heart fluttered; her smile spread wide. "I'd love that."
As the night stretched on longer, Jade had this nagging suspicion that this day at the Elysium Arts Gallery had been some sort of turning point, not just in the want of her artistic ambitions but of something deeper: a new friendship or maybe even deeper.
Jayla left the house with Jasmine's list in her hand, still thinking over her sister's advice. The late afternoon sun sat low in the sky, casting long shadows across the bustling streets as she made her way to the local market, lively chatter from the vendors and fresh smells of produce wafted through the air to create a familiar rhythm that helped to settle her wandering thoughts.
She weaved her way through the market, marking things off one after another-vegetables, spices, bread-trying to focus on the task at hand and not on the conversation with Jasmine or the feelings she had about Axel. She wasn't ready to face those yet. The market was busy, filled with people rushing to get their shopping done before nightfall.
Back inside the café, Jade wrapped her day. Smiling softly, she turned to Axel, who stood beside her, easing his features.
"I should get going home," she said, smiling softly. "It's getting late, and my sisters are going to wonder where I am."
Axel nodded, his eyes betraying a tinge of disappointment. "Alright, I understand. It was nice spending time with you today, Jade."
"You, too," Jade said. "We should do this again sometime." She waved her goodbyes and started on her way toward the market to pick up a few things before heading home.
As she was about to leave with bags in her hand, a figure near the entrance of the market became noticeable to her. Jayla blinked in surprise. It was Jade, her sister, who looked like she, too, was getting ready to head home. *What is Jade doing here?* Jayla wondered, for a split second confused, since Jade hadn't mentioned she would be at the market.
Jade stood beside one of the stalls, looking at some fruits and briefly talking to a vendor. Jayla watched as Jade gave a small smile, thanked the vendor, and turned to leave. For a moment, Jayla considered calling out to her; however, she held back. She stayed in her position, watching her sister make her way toward the exit.
With Jade simply walking away, Jayla felt something was missing; it was something she should know. Telescoping a few steps forward, her mind battled whether to follow her sister or to let it be. But with every move, a chill went down her spine, and she froze on what to do next.
Why was Jade here, and why hadn't she said so before? Jayla wondered, about to step forward until a thought crossed her mind. There was something Jade wasn't telling her.
As she took a step, her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she jumped. Looking down at the screen, her eyes had lit on the flash of Jasmine's name across the screen. She reached quickly to hit 'answer', her eyes still glued to the place where Jade had been just a second before.
Jayla? Are you still at the market?" Jasmine's voice was a little urgent. "I just realized I need one more thing-could you get some fresh herbs? Dad likes them in his soup."
Jayla nodded, though Jasmine couldn't see it. "Yeah, I'm still here. I'll grab them.
Her mind was reeling as she moved closer to the herb stall. Later, Jayla vowed she would bring it up with Jade about why she had been at the market and what she possibly might be keeping from her. Someway inside her knew any minute now, that would change everything.
Jayla lingered beside the herb stall far longer than was called for, her gaze set on where Jade had disappeared a few moments past.The bustling market seemed to close in around her, the vibrant voices of vendors calling out their last deals of the day blurring into a distant hum. She could still see Jade's figure etched in her mind-her sister's shoulders drawn tight, her steps quick, purposeful. Too purposeful.*Why hadn't she said that she would be here?* Jayla thought, the idea nipping at her like a flea. They shared almost everything she had thought. A twirl of unease curled in her stomach as she turned back to the herb stall, fingers tracing the edges of a bunch of parsley without really seeing it.The heavy phone in her pocket seemed to reverberate with Jasmine's call, still ringing in her ears, but it was something entirely different that held her attention. Jayla couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. She could almost feel it like a thick, invisible thread tuggi
The plates clattered softly as the triplets moved in sync, cleaning up after the dinner they had shared with their family. Within the air remained the warmth of laughter and conversation, though Jayla couldn’t shake off the feeling gnawing at her since earlier in the evening. In gold, soft, the kitchen was aglow, faintly scented with roasted chicken and spices.Jade wiped her hands on the dish towel and smiled to herself, her voice light. "I just love Sarah. She's such a sweet person. I don't know what we would do without her."Jasmine, who was drying a plate, nodded in agreement with her sister. "Yeah, she's practically family.We're so lucky to have her. Honestly, I can't imagine what life would be like without her now."Jayla's hands moved mechanically; her fingers wrapped around plates and utensils as if on autopilot. Her mind, however, was far from the lighthearted chatter between her sisters. Instead, it was back in the fading light of the evening, watching Sarah walk out the d
Axel jerkily pulled the phone away from his ear, cutting the call with Jayla mid-conversation. With his heart racing, he turned toward Audrey, his fiancée, who was at the door, her arms crossed, suspicion clear in her eyes."To whom were you talking to?" Audrey asked this time more softly, but still laced with curiosity.Axel thought fast and put his best smile to diffuse the tension: "Oh, it's nothing. You know this shopping mall I work at? They want to throw a party, and I suggested, 'Why not do it at the beach?' I was talking with a colleague about that.Audrey's brow furrowed a moment longer, suspicion yet in her gaze. Axel's heart pounded against his chest as he worked to will the calmness down into his limbs, his lips curling into a well-rehearsed smile. It was an instant change in mood; Audrey softened, her head lighter now as she laughed-the wave of her hand dismissed the matter.Ah, that's all? I was starting to think you were planning on keeping some kind of secret from me.
As the dusk had encased around the beach. The sun slipped below the horizon, enveloping the water with streaks of orange afterglow. She stood by the car, caught by the tail end of the day—it was just perfect with Axel. The soft breeze tugged at her hair, but she barely noticed, lost in streams inside her mind.Axel stood beside her, his hands in his pocket, looking as relaxed as the calmness of the whole day that they had shared. He looked down at her with a smile, sincerity oozing from his tone. "I had a great time today, Jayla."Jayla returned the smile, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Me too," she said softly. "Thanks for everything. It was. perfect."Axel’s smile widened. He stepped a little closer, leaning in just enough to make her heart skip. For a second, she wondered if he might kiss her. Instead, he reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers grazing her cheek lightly. “You’re something else, Jayla.”Her breath caught, and she felt wei
Jayla waited, her heart starting to pound in the quiet between them. The air felt thick in the hallways, hanging suspended like it would take just one wrong word and this fragile moment would shatter. She could see it in the way Jasmine's face seemed even more drawn in the morning light, the way bruises stood in vivid relief against her pale skin. It wasn't just the physical marks. It was in the hunch of her shoulders, in the quiver of her lips, that she tried to speak words that she did not want to.Jasmine crossed her arms tightly hugging herself as if to hold on. For a moment, Jayla thought that she would wheel back, slam the door shut, and withdraw once more. Instead, Jasmine exhaled abruptly, as if forcing herself to let go of something she had held in too long.Jayla gestured with her head to the little chair at the end of the hall. "Let's sit," she whispered low and soft, though inside her, she was terrified-terrified of what Jasmine might say, terrified of what it may mean.The
Jayla, Jade, and Jasmine sat huddled together on the couch, lost in their thoughts. A movie was playing, but each of the three paid no attention. Jasmine leaned her head against Jayla's shoulder, and her chest rose and fell to some uneven, slow rhythm. Jade, curled at the far end, drew her knees in under her arms and looked up at the screen and both of them now and then.Daylight no longer beamed strongly but rather spilled orange and gold through the curtains in the last rays of the sun. This cast the room into a warm, hazy light, yet as full of brightness as the room now was to fill it with light, heaviness did not fade.Jayla shifted a little, moved so Jasmine could lean more comfortably against her. She had no idea how long they'd sat there-it felt like hours-but she didn't mind. It was quiet. Jasmine hadn't said much since her conversation upstairs, and that was okay. Jayla could feel the tension still thrumming beneath her sister's skin, the weight of her experience settling int
The evenings, spliced into colored hues, whispering sentences, soft gazes, stolen moments. Brock took Jade's hand into his, meandering through the east wing of the gallery. The temperature of his touch was warm, steady; his voice, low hums into her ear as they spoke of art and life things too fragile to utter aloud in the light of day.But as Jade relaxed back into the passenger seat of Brock's car now, the night wrapped itself around her like some thick and comforting blanket. The streets were out before them-city lights flickered against the sky, a canopy of stars. It's almost like some kind of dream, you know, one of those that tantalizes by always hovering just at the edge of wakefulness, one of those you never want to end.She cast a sideward glance at Brock, his profile bathed in shadow as he drove, his expression relaxed but thoughtful. The streetlights danced across his face in soft gold flashes, and Jade found her gaze stealing to the gentle tug of something that had been bui
She glances at Jayla, still smiling softly, lost in her thoughts of Axel; then she looks at Jasmine, who has started to heal and is just now feeling something other than fear. And how could she take that away?The silence in the room compacted even further, heavy with unsaid truths until it was almost unbearable. Jade opened her mouth to speak, words failing to materialize. She was caught, hung in a dilemma-a desire to tell them the truth, a desire to protect them from the inevitable heartbreak that would surely follow.She couldn't do it. Not yet.Instead, she forced a tight smile, then turned to reach for the next trivia card. "Your turn, Jayla," she said in a strained, even tone.Jayla grinned, oblivious to the turmoil inside Jade, and plucked the card from her hand. But as the game went on, Jade was very, very far away, adrift in that knotty web of feelings she still had to untangle.The game continued a little while longer, bursts of laughter periodically punctuating the tension,
The next evening, Jayla sat down her cross-legged on her bed, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. The soft hum of the ceiling fan did little for the silence marshaling its forces against her. Her fingers hovered over Axel's contact name. They hadn't spoken since that night party, the drinks, the indistinct memory of his worried face as he hailed her a cab. Her thumb finally pressed "Call." The ringing felt eternal before Axel's voice crackled through the speaker. "Jayla?" Axel sounded surprised. "Hey… it's been a while." Jayla smiled faintly, leaning back against her headboard. "Yeah, it has. I wasn't sure you'd pick up." "Of course, I would. You kinda disappeared after… everything. How are you? You sound different." Jayla's smile faltered. "I was in the hospital, Axel. I… I was poisoned. Almost died. The line went dead. She could hear Axel's hitched breath. "Poisoned?" he repeated, his voice low, slow, measured. "Jesus, Jayla. Are you okay now? Do you--do
Jayla’s chest heaved as she stood frozen in the doorway of Room 408, the sight of Axel slumped on the bed and Jade standing beside him sending white-hot fury coursing through her veins. “Jayla,” Jade purred, her voice mocking as she leaned casually against the bedpost. “I didn’t think you’d show up. Brave of you.” Axel stirred; still groggy, his eyes tried to take better focus. "Jayla, wait.it's not what you think—" "Not what I think?" Jayla crackled her tone as her shaking fists jammed beside her. "You're in bed with her, Axel. Her! After all that we had gone through?" Jade scoffed, each of her words sharp and biting. "Oh, don't be so stunned, Jayla. Probably, if your nose were not constantly up your asshole, then maybe, just maybe you might have seen it coming. The words were gasoline to the fire running rampant inside her body. She strode closer, each step more adamant, her voice going louder. "You manipulative little-" With a quick dodge to her advance and strength that was a
Jade's Hotel Room — Midnight The room was pitch black except for the bleeding light of the city through diaphanous curtains. She sat at the end of a king bed, soft light befalling her face from the phone in her hand, one leg over the other. Lying beside her, Axel was spread across the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, his breathing deep but irregular since the drug she'd slipped into his wine still did its work of keeping him very sluggish and unaware of what was happening around him. A sly smile played upon Jade's red lips, curled as they were hand-flipping the pictures she had managed to click throughout, each frame showing something sensual, well-thought-of with calculation. Her hands were over Axel's chest, rubbing casually across his bearded cheek snaps told it all sans loud words of recognition for proximity. Her gaze shifted to the figure that lay before her, serene and soft-as-a-petal in his sleep. "Time now for the thickening of the plot." She clicked the Messaging app first to
The silence of the house enveloped Axel as he stepped inside, the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla comforting perfume so frail in nature wafting through it. Soft light spilled from the living room, casting warmth against the chill of the emotional vacuum that had filled him.As his eyes acclimatized to the brightness, he saw her there: Audrey.She had been curled on the couch, her body sheathed in one of his immense sweaters from her miniature body, and flowed right down her back, where long red hair gave a cascade when the fuming teacup heated her hands.Then she'd raised her gaze, and now her eyes just met Axel."Ach Axel." She sighed soft,.And before another word could escape his lips, Audrey was pressed against him, her face buried in his chest, her fingers digging into his shirt as though he'd disappear if she loosened her grasp."I thought you weren't coming back," she choked.Axel’s throat tightened as the guilt pressed against his chest like a weight he couldn’t lift off,
Outside the Café, moments after the Ultimatum, Axel staggered to his car, the night chilly and nibbling on skin that felt nothing. His head was spinning on a roll-out of control with that threat of Sarah inside his head.The image on her phone imprinted into the brain - damning evidence against him.He was holding on to the roof of his car, his head hung low, sharp, labored gasps of breath.She's mine now.It was his ringing phone that managed to wrench him back from that spiral of thoughts. His fingers moved over his pocket for his phone, as did his eyes, locking their focus on the screen.Audrey: "Baby, I miss you. You're back from your trip, aren't you? Cause I feel like I am freaking out. I need you."Audrey. His wife. The woman he'd promised to protect, to love.Axel sank his teeth hard as the knuckles whitened with the grip of his phone. He couldn't let her take down everything. Whichever way, a choice seemed to enslave him; every step to choke the breath out of his neck.He jam
The next evening, Jayla sat down her cross-legged on her bed, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. The soft hum of the ceiling fan did little for the silence marshaling its forces against her. Her fingers hovered over Axel's contact name. They hadn't spoken since that night party, the drinks, the indistinct memory of his worried face as he hailed her a cab.Her thumb finally pressed "Call." The ringing felt eternal before Axel's voice crackled through the speaker."Jayla?" Axel sounded surprised. "Hey… it's been a while."Jayla smiled faintly, leaning back against her headboard. "Yeah, it has. I wasn't sure you'd pick up.""Of course, I would. You kinda disappeared after… everything. How are you? You sound different."Jayla's smile faltered. "I was in the hospital, Axel. I… I was poisoned. Almost died.The line went dead. She could hear Axel's hitched breath."Poisoned?" he repeated, his voice low, slow, measured. "Jesus, Jayla. Are you okay now? Do you--do you kno
Standing just beyond the threshold into Jayla's room, Jasmine felt her breath catch. This was to be the triumphant scene of a recovered Jayla, surrounded by concerned parents and Jade; instead, the weight in her chest grew heavier. She couldn't get past that glimpse of suspicion in her sister's eyes, nor the haunting question: Did she know?Jayla leaned back against her pillows, pale but alert. Her voice was still hoarse, but something in the quiet strength of her tone unnerved Jasmine. "It feels so strange… like someone wanted me gone."Mrs. Johnson hushed her daughter, stroking her hair tenderly. "Don't say such things, darling. It was an accident. Probably something you ate. You're fine now, and that's all that matters."Jayla's lips curled faintly into a smirk, a ghost of her usual confidence. Her sharp gaze shifted briefly toward the doorway to Jasmine and lingered there. "Accidents don't feel this deliberate, Mother."Jasmine's stomach churned violently. She dug her fingers into
Golden sun streams came through the window into the Johnson mansion to bathe the great dining room with its warmth. Three days since the accident had happened, and it is within the atmosphere brought along by such a situation in life. All was well but the surface of each heart seated on hot coals -and burned so much more under Jasmine's skin than any person could imagine.She sat at her vanity, brushing her hair in slow, deliberating strokes while her mind replayed events of the past week: screeching tires, the near miss with the car, and now Jade getting into an accident. The doubt in her mind as to Jayla's involvement in it all was first just a murmur, one she dismissed for paranoia. But now? Now it was a scream she could no longer ignore.The hand closed on the hairbrush in a grip that was almost crushing as the signs turned stark: Jayla had tried to kill her with the "accident" on the street and, failing that, had gone after Jade, tampering with her brakes. In Jasmine's blood, the
Jayla sat cross-legged on the plush velvet couch in the living room of the Johnson mansion, a smirk twisting her lips. The dim light from the antique chandelier above outlined features that were almost sinister. She swirled the wine in her hand absently, as if it was the glass that was the perfect metaphor of the chaos she had unraveled.She leaned back and blew a harsh breath, the thought running like sugar on fire in her head. It was almost too good. Jade lay in the hospital after that near-fatal car accident. She hadn't died-unfortunately-but was shaken enough to keep her off-balance."Not dead yet," Jayla muttered to herself, a hard smile tugging on her lips-" but shaken. That's good enough for now."She was pleased with that image of her sister being helpless, lying in that hospital bed-so meek and weak. The whole neighborhood had thought of Jade for all those years as the "peacemaker"-way too sweet and far too good. But Jayla knew better. Jade does have ambition, and with each p