Patricia Walters sat still at the edge of the hospital bed, her fingers folding into each other between her thighs as deep breathes escaped her lips. The sound of the ticking clocks above her reverberated in her ears so the ward wasn’t entirely silent.She awaited the doctor’s report, having been given some painkillers already and an ointment for her bruised joints and arms but she needed to see Bryson. Isa had given her a beating of her life—it was only natural that she made sure hidden pregnancy was not affected by it, that her baby was okay.Hidden, it wasn’t about to stay that way for much longer.Once the curtains swung open, her eyes immediately lit up at him, he walked in with the usual blue scrubs and headtie around his scalp, stethoscope around his neck and a clipboard in his hands.“You’re free to go now, Ms Walters” His voice was deep and a wave of relief washed over her face. She clutched her chest as she pushed a lump down her throat. “But uhm—“ She paused, an arc coming
“Who was that?” Isabella lifted her chin up to Joan who leaned against the door frame. She ran her hands through her greasy hair before throwing her phone to the bed with a tireless sigh. Isabella could recognize that look in her eyes and knew it was a man.And she was right, Joan had just gotten off the phone with Ivan.He called to ask that he’d come around after his date or whatever he had with Kelly and somehow, it had spiraled into an argument. She retired to the bed and Isabella inched closer into her arms.“Come on now, what have you been up to?” Her hands brisked atop her nose as Isa pouted. “It would really take my mind off the mess that is my life now, and the worry” She shrugged and even Joan had her lips wide open that she could play that card.“Fine” She heaved in defeat.“I met someone but it was completely useless and time-wasting, and a solid reminder that men are shit-bags and to only rely on the infamous and occasional one night stands, nothing more—“ Her eyes dwindl
The wooden doors to the cabin was slammed shut against its metal hinges and Colton ran his hands through his wet hair—he'd only just had his first shower in days and had slipped into his red t-shirt and cargo shorts.Samantha was seated across the table from Hazel, with whom she plotted out the next step of the grand plan after almost being hunted down by the police and forced to move several kilometers away into this cabin that Colton somehow had his name on.His eyes darted around the room before Samantha rested back into the chair. It was obvious he was troubled and Hazel might have had an idea why. "She's still not eating?" She asked, the 'she' in question being the six year old Emily Evans and Colton let out a tired sigh. "It is the both of them now, i've tried everything i could. They don't seem to hungry—ever since Ryan came back and Emily got the idea that her mother might have come after her" She shrugged his shoulders with a brittle smirk."You know she's smart. I always ta
"What are you doing here?" Majorie muttered beneath her breath as she brought the doors to close behind her. She fluttered her lashes in the shock while pushing Gerald backwards."Where is she?" His arms fell to his sides with determination and Majorie shook her head whilst gazing into his dark gloomy eyes. It was obvious he barely sobered up for the night, putting on navy-blue t shirt that at least showed his efforts to clean up nice.It had many years since Majorie had seen him.But she was not having it that night. She was not having him."You need to go" She whispered but Gerald only cemented his stance. The winds blew into her face, holding back the tears in her eyes. "I need to see her Maj" Gerald reached out to her frail hands but she immediately turned away."Leave!" There was a crack in Majorie's voice."Isabella doesn't need to see you right now" Her hands fell atop his hips as she heaved in a deep sigh. "I want you to go and never come back because that girl's lived the res
“Come on, we’re leaving.”“Bella” Majorie gasped, throwing her head upon her shoulders. “Since when have you been back?” She arose from the bed and wiped across her teary eyes. Isabella didn’t notice as she charged into the closet, bringing out a few of a clothes they might need.“Where are we going?” Maj looked around in quagmire.“We’re going back home. Things are good with Joan again and i have to leave” She clamored between her teeth until Majorie held her arms back. Isabella turned around to face her, by pushing a painful lump down her throat, she was able to hold back her tears.“What about Leonardo?” Her aunt asked softly, grazing the sides of her chin and Isa turned away. Majorie didn’t hide her knowledge about the both of them in her eyes. She herself had fallen in love, once maybe twice to recognize what they both shared.And Isabella could act as irrational as she wanted to and pretend she didn’t care but in that moment, she did. She cared about Leonardo and running away wa
“Kelly is your sister?”A crinkle appeared between Joan’s brows as she was sat back into the edge of the bed. Ivan had showed her a photo of his family across the phone in his hands—a photo she’d looked at for about five minutes before turning her face back to him.With a scoff, it was obvious how much relief washed over her face and a little embarrassment of course. She wiped beneath her eyes and Ivan pulled away with a smirk. Somehow, she still asked him the same question with doubt in her shaky voice.“Yes” He calmly replied.“She texted because i was supposed to meet my father and he could be a lot difficult” Ivan added and she let a sigh escape her lips. “Is he sick?” Joan asked softly, running her hands into her hair but Ivan shook his head. “No, no not really. He’s just very old and demanding and Kelly had had enough” They both shared a chuckle before his eyes locked into hers. Joan raised her feet beneath her thighs and it was then Ivan stretched out his hands.“I don’t know
“I’m leaving”“I’m leaving with the kids” Colton barged through the doors with Emily in his hands and Samantha immediately stood to face him with a furrow between her brows.“No you’re not” She shook her head and he was breathless.“I don’t think it’s safe anymore and i have this feeling that it’s all going to end tonight. When they walk through those doors, i won’t be here and the kids won’t too” Colton gritted through his teeth, mustering enough courage to face Samantha.And it was then she pulled out a gun to him. “I call the shots here, Colton. I brought you unto this plan and you wouldn’t have seen your kids if it weren’t for me. You don’t leave until i say you leave. This is my plan” Samantha’s patience ran thin as she threw him a narrow gaze.Colton bridged the gap between them with slow and steady steps and his fingertips grazed the edge of the table. “But they are my kids” He snarled back at her and Samantha pushed a lump down her throat, making an enemy of whom she once saw
The doors pulled away with a rigorous buzz sound and Jazzlyn almost shut her eyes, A chill slithered up her spine as she made her way across the aisle between the cells. Her heels clacked along the stained floors as she clenched her beige coat across her shoulders.Slow breathes escaped her lips, oozing out cold air. Who could blame her—winter usually hit early in Northern Chicago. “Here, miss” One of the uniformed guards that accompanied her held out his baton pointedly to a rooted metal table with two chairs on opposite sides and Jazz cleared her throat before taking her seat.You could hear the raging echoes come from above the large halls and occasionally, she would throw her head over her shoulders whilst clutching her purse. She’d watched enough movies to imagine a prison-break scenario. But luckily her mind didn’t wonder for too long because just then, her sister was escorted out.You could see the amount of relief that washed over Holly’s face as she sat into the chair next to