MAVISFeeling remorseful that I was hiding something from her, I knew I should apologize to her rather than try to justify my actions. "Well, Isabel, I had a problem to tackle urgently. Last night, I didn't really have peace of mind and I'm sorry about how things turned out."She looked at me, looking unsatisfied with my explanation and apology. "What are you up to, Mavis?"I ignored her question, "So, can we go to the hospital tomorrow, get checked and make sure everything’s okay?"She hesitated, looking between me and the door. "Fine," She muttered. I nodded, not wanting to push her any further. "Okay, that's fine." With a sigh, Isabel got up and made toward the door. "Good night to you." She muttered,. "And no, I don’t want a kiss." There was a long silence, and for a moment I thought she might leave. But then I felt the bed shift as she sat down next to me. "Is there something you want to tell me?" She asked taking my hand. "No, not at all." I said sitting up, my arms rested o
MAVIS"Is there anything else wrong?" I asked showing concern. "I feel..." She stuttered. "I umm..." She gulped down a quantity of saliva. "I’ve been sick this morning," She finally managed to say. "I’ve vomited three times already." My eyes widened, "Are you… could it mean that you are pregnant?" I asked. Isabel’s face was masked with fear, her eyes wide and shiny as though she was hiding her tears. "I’m so scared," She whispered, her voice breaking as she spoke. “What if Dad and Mom find out? What if they’re disappointed in me?""We won’t let that happen," I said, stepping forward to take her hand in mine. "We’ll figure this out together.""Let’s go," I said, as I guided Isabel towards the door. “A laboratory test will give us the answers we need.”She nodded, her face still pale but her expression resolved as she followed me out of her room and down the hallway. We made our way towards the stairs, and the sound of our footsteps echoed to our ears. "Good morning, Dad," I greeted,
MAVIS I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "He’s disappointed, maybe I should have told him." I said, "He thinks I should have consulted him first, that I’m not being responsible."Isabel bit her lip, "Are you okay?" I turned in her direction, "We should be more bothered about you, are you okay?"She took a breath, "I think we’re going to be in trouble soon," She said and rubbed her belly. I couldn’t help but glance down at her stomach, my heart hammering in my chest as I considered her meaning. "Dad has noticed how close we are, I think it's the paparazzi. What'd you think?""I don't know what to think unless you tell me what he told you,""He said I should be careful whenever I'm around you," "Dad said that?" She asked with surprise. I simply nodded at her and she smiled shaking her head at the same time. Cars on the road crawled along, bumper to bumper. The noise of honking horns and idling engines filled the air as everyone tried to reach their expected destination early
ISABEL "This way," He said, leading me to a cozy room with comfortable sofas. "I've got a TV in here. Why don't you sit down and relax for a while? I'm expecting a patient soon, so I'll need to attend to them first, but I'll come find you afterwards." "Remember to call me if you need anything," He added, glancing back at me as he walked away. He patted my shoulder gently before leaving me in the room, closing the door behind him. I sank into the soft cushions of the sofa, attempting to distract myself from the unfolding events with the flickering images on the TV screen. My phone chimed, its ringtone piercing the quiet of the room. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw it was Mom. "Hey, Mom. What's up?" I answered. "I'm good, I want to know how it's going over there, have you been able to meet a lab scientist?" "Things are going well, Mom. Thanks for asking," I responded. "I was able to find a lab to run some tests. I'm waiting for the results right now." I lied. Mom's co
ISABEL The sleek, black vehicle pulled up to the curb, the driver opening the door for me with a courteous nod. As I settled into the comfortable backseat, I drew in a slow, deep breath, steadying myself as the car pulled away from the curb. I clenched my jaw, determined to remain composed for the sake of the fragile life growing inside me. As the car purred up the driveway and came to a smooth stop, I exited the vehicle. The gatekeeper looked up in surprise, his brows knitting together as he noticed my solitary entrance. "Is everything alright, madam?" He asked. I forced a smile, my trembling hand gripping the strap of my purse. "Yes, everything's fine," I replied, offering a nod before stepping past him and into the house. Amelia was replacing the throw pillows when I walked into the living room, "Hi, Isabel, welcome back!" She chirped. But I could barely muster the energy to respond, I offered a nod and a faint smile in acknowledgement. Upon getting into my room, I approache
NARRATION Estelle's scheming had finally yielded the desired result. She had planted the seeds of suspicion in Mavis' mind, nurturing them with deceits and insinuations. She watched as Mavis stormed out of her house, and descended the stairs with rage. She ran to her window to continue watching his move, he slipped into his car and sped out onto the road. A sinister smirk crossed her lips as she whispered to herself, "He'll be mine again." "That son of a bitch!" Mavis cursed with anger as he proceeded to his best friend's house to tell him off. The distance to Jackson's house wasn't that long, but for Mavis, it was the opposite. He took a brake seeing the car already parked on the curb. He reversed his car until he was able to get through the gate. The crunch of gravel announced Mavis’ arrival, as he slid the car into a parking spot with a practiced flick of his wrist. His tires squealed as he threw the car into the park. He got out and stormed across the driveway, his
NARRATION "Let's find out together, then," Mavis said turning to the door. "You were pretty drunk that night, I believe you have no clue that you dumped it there." "Dumped what?" "Her panties," Mavis gave him a brief response as he held on the door knob. "Seriously, Mavis?" Jackson replied, "This is quite ridiculous." He slid the key into the lock panel and pushed the door. "Alright, fine," Jackson said as he led Mavis into the house, their shoes clicking against the hardwood floors as they strode toward his bedroom. "If that's what it takes to prove my innocence, then I'll do it. I've got nothing to hide." He threw open the closet doors, revealing a neat row of shirts and trousers. With a wave of his hand, Jackson gestured towards the garments. "Here there are, everything I wore to the party. Get the panties and let's see, " As Mavis reached for Jackson's trousers ransacking the pockets carefully, he felt a silken fabric, smooth and light against his fingertips. He froz
ISABELLA I repeatedly blinked away the tears that were welling up in my eyes. "What do you mean by what you just said?" He didn't look up but pretended to be more interested in his phone. "I did nothing with Jackson, are you trying to fabricate a story or what?" "Where's the orange-colored panties I bought for you? If you can produce it right now, maybe I'll reconsider the information I received earlier today." Overwhelmed by his demands, I struggled to comprehend his insistence on the same panties I wore to the party. Alarmingly, it crossed my mind that Jackson might have taken advantage of me during my intoxicated state. I arrived pantless at the beach and still couldn't comprehend what could have happened, or, who could have got hold of my panties during the party. I found myself frozen in place, uncertain how to process the situation or respond to him, as feelings of being exploited consumed me. "You may now leave," He stated, noticing my apparent confusion and