EMMA.“Laura!” I called her name. She paused and turned to face me. I could see in her eyes that she desperately wanted me to tell the truth, and that was what I was doing, but as expected, she didn't believe me. I couldn't let her leave, she was my last hope.“Please sit,” I pleaded.“I don't have the time for this. Just tell me the truth, and I'll know how to help you.”“Please, sit. Please. Even if it's for five minutes, I beg of you. Please give me your time.”She sighed deeply, but then she dropped her bag on the desk, and sat.“I'm sat,”“Thank you,” I thanked her. I exhaled a deep breath, before I spoke up. “I have seen the pictures, and there are obviously the marks on my arm,”“Get to the point. I don't have all day,”“I know you don't, but please just listen to me. I'm driving somewhere.”She pulled closer.“Laura, you are my last, and only option. Aside from you, I don't know where to seek help from. I wouldn't lie to you. What would I gain from lying to you? You, and I kn
EMMA.I sat on the empty bed, while the women stood at the other end of the room. I couldn't call it a far end because the cell was the size of my fist. It felt like I couldn't breathe without touching the next person.In total, we were five in number, and there were only three beds. I looked through the bars. There was no need to panic, I wouldn't spend the night here. I had Laura, and she was the best. She wouldn't let me spend more than an hour here. I just had to trust her, and her ways.I clinged to myself, ignoring the glares others passed by way. They whispered words, but no one approached me.I had heard stories of jail, and the things that happened there. Although I knew none of these could happen unless in prison, I was still a bit terrified. If any of these women could end up here, they had to be horrible people.I shut my eyes, trying to push back my thoughts. That was an unfair thought. I was here, and I knew I was wrongly accused. It could be the same for them.I turned
EMMA.“Emma Martinez,” I heard my name called out.Slowly, I pulled my eyelids open. There was a female police officer at our door. I looked around, only to notice the bright rays of sun beaming into the room.It was daytime.“Hey, pretty face,” Diane greeted me.I looked to find her sprawled on an empty bed. She was topless, and had a smoke in hand.“Won't you get into trouble for that?” “This?” She asked, waving the cigarette stick. “No one's going to say anything. It's not the first time I've been here,”That sentence actually connected a lot of dots. It explained why her parents would get her jailed. I was sure they had hoped her frequent visits to jail would help change her attitude.If only they knew she paid her way with the officers.“Martinez!” The officer called out my name, with more force.I turned to face her, and quickly walked up.“Laura Miles is here for you,” she informed me. I smiled brightly.Although I had gone to sleep offended that she let me spend the night her
EMMA.“What you're saying is untrue,” I said, unable to believe anything, and everything.Laura slowly shook her head. “It has to be untrue,” I refused to believe, “please tell me it's untrue,” she didn't say anything, “Laura, please” I pleaded. I didn't want to believe it, I couldn't believe it. “Laura,” I called her name. Our eyes met.God! She wasn't lying. I couldn't sit anymore. I stood up, pacing around the room. I needed to clear my head. I needed something to push the thoughts back, I needed a drink.“God!” I muttered out, unable to think clearly.In all that had been happening, my heart felt like it had been shredded to a thousand pieces.“This can't be true,” I kept muttering out. It couldn't. It just couldn't be true.It had to be impossible. No. Alex wouldn't deny me. He wouldn't leave me to fight for myself. He loved me.“Emma,” Laura called my name. I immediately turned to face her, hoping she would reveal the truth. This…it couldn't be it. “I need you to sit for a min
EMMA."Emma!” I heard both voices call my name as they rushed towards me.For some reason, Kristy caught up to me on time, breaking my fall.We both ended up on the floor, with minor casualties.I remained still as she adjusted her position, getting off the floor.The door opened, and the cop walked in. “Any problem?” She asked.Kristy shook her head, as she wiped the dust off her jeans.The cop watched me silently, with a skeptical look on her face. For someone who was charged with drug trafficking, I could only imagine the thoughts that rammed through her mind.She walked closer, and I tried pushing myself up, but failed.“She's fine,” Kristy grunted, as the woman touched my neck, searching for a pulse.“I'll be back in five minutes,” she announced, as she walked out.I remained frozen, unable to think or breathe properly.I needed to clear my head. This couldn't be happening to me.Alex couldn't have denied me. My sister couldn't be in a coma. It had to be impossible.My mother co
ISABELLA.I sat, silently, watching as they both walked in. Laura in a white suit, and John in black.“Mrs Blackwood,” he acknowledged, as he stretched forth his hands.I smiled gently, receiving his handshake.“I'm Laura Miles,” Laura introduced herself, stretching forth her hands.I clasped mine together, holding back my sneer. “I know who you are,”I watched as she retreated her arm.“Can we sit?” John asked.“Sure,” I replied, trying to hide the edge in my voice. I didn't want Laura on my chair, or anywhere near my office for that matter, but some level of pettiness was beneath me.They both sat, watching me intensely. I focused my eyes on Laura. If she had any tricks of her sleeves, they were bound to fail.“How may I help you?” I asked both of them, impatiently. None answered immediately. I turned to face John, “you do know my husband and I have decided not to get the divorce, right?” “I am quite aware of that,” he replied.“Good,”“We're here for a different purpose,” “What i
ISABELLA “Why do we have to talk about her?” I asked, after a long minute of silence. I could already feel the tears dripping down my eyes.Alex brushed them off with his thumb, “oh, baby, it's nothing to cry about,” he consoled.I sniffed, gently wiping my nose. Why did he still have to talk about her? Why couldn't she leave our marriage? Even after all I had done, he still wanted to talk about her. He was clearly thinking about her.She was everywhere. The bitch was plastered on my marriage. She had her permanent seat at the table.“Alex, I don't think we should talk about the woman that nearly destroyed us,” I said to him,It was best to get it in the air that I didn't want to be affiliated with her. I wanted her to be a forgotten part of my past.“Baby, we-”“No, Alex. We can talk about it some other time.” I refused, gently touching his arm. I looked him straight in the eye, “tonight is for us, okay?”He nodded, “whatever you want princess,”“Thank you,” I appreciated him, The
ISABELLA.My fingers were as good as nonexistent. I grunted in discomfort as I tugged them from within me. Maybe I just needed some sleep. If my brain was shut, I would forget all about this. Maybe tomorrow, I'd be too busy to remember. Moreover, I had a planned trip with my husband, and daughter.I grinned as I snuggled into the duvet. Sleep was all I needed.I shut my eyes, willing for the thoughts in my head to stop, but it didn't. Every time I closed my eyes, an image of Emma would just pop up. She was living rent-free in my head.I sighed, turning to the other side. I usually slept better on the right side of the bed. The thoughts only worsened. The sex tape played repeatedly in my head. I sighed, looking at the ceiling.Maybe laying upwards would help me sleep. I placed a palm on my chest, closing my eyes.My eyes could barely remain shut for five minutes. I immediately sprang off the bed.A little bit of workout should help.I started with some squats, then a few jumps.Panti