KennaI am totally aghast, Violet cut her wrists? That doesn’t sound at all like anything she would do. Xander inhales deeply and runs his fingers through his hair. “Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes bewildered. I’ve not seen him quite like this before and he has gone pale, like a white sheet. I raise my eyebrows.“Yes, perfectly sure. We wouldn’t joke about something like this Mr Staniopolis.” Great so even the nurses know exactly who Xander is. Not difficult since his image is everywhere on social media, newspapers, magazines. You can’t move anywhere for seeing Xander’s face. He is always in the news for how well his business is doing, where his new developments are happening. I have to give it to his marketing team, they sure know all about public relations. I am guessing he has a whole arm in charge of his pr.Something isn’t sitting right in my gut about the whole business with Violet and her wrist. Don’t ask my why but I just don’t get it. She isn’t clinically depressed or has iss
KennaIce washes over my body like a lake freezing in the cold New York winter. My heart begins to race, I narrow my eyes and take in the way Violet looks at me, sneering and with cold, brutal eyes. This woman is an abomination, she will stop at nothing. And yet I have always been here for her, admittedly with reluctance but like Xander said, I did know what I was getting into.I call her bluff, “what baby? What the hell are you talking about now, Violet?”“Your baby, I know about it. You slept with a professor at college and you got pregnant.”How would she know about that, we didn’t even go to the same colleges? She went and studied in Los Angeles at some kind of media course or something. Violet was never in my life not until I met Xander. “There is no baby, I think you’re insane, Violet. You just keep making stuff up. What is your problem anyway trying to always do something to hurt or annoy me? It’s not even as if I am with Xander anymore. We are divorced. He is all yours if yo
KennaI couldn’t get out of there quick enough, bile is rising in my throat and my stomach feels so sick, I think I might throw up. Beads of sweat are forming on my forehead. “Are you okay, Miss?” A male nurse in green scrubs asks me as he takes my elbow. “Yes, I’m fine, just, it’s nothing. I’ll be okay.” He looks at me with concern in his eyes. “If you’re sure, only you look like you could do with a cold glass of water.” His brown eyes are soft and caring, why couldn’t Xander have looked at me in the same way? “No, I’m fine. I just need to get out of here.” He nods and releases my arm and lets me go.Once outside I gulp in air, it’s like my lungs have stopped working and I can’t breathe anymore. My baby, the baby. How the hell did Violet even find this out.There is only one person who knows about that baby and that is my mother, she is the only person who knows. It all happened when I was in college, stupid, naive and dumb to say the least. Who has sex with their professor anyw
KennaGod, I still feel sick as Dante drives us back to the Bodega estate where I now live. For now. I have every intention of getting myself somewhere to live. Not that it’s bad living with my mom, stepfather, Dante and my sister but you know, I’m in my twenties and it’s about time that I find a place of my own. It’s not like I don’t have the money, and I still have all the money that Xander gave me.“You want to talk about it?” Dante asks, his voice soft and gentle. It pulls at my heart how concerned he is. Honestly, Dante is the sweetest man alive. He’s always been such a good friend to me.“No, I’m fine. It’s just you know the whole thing with Violet. She is such a bitch to me and has Xander wrapped around her little finger. It drives me insane, I can’t stand her. Then I feel guilty for hating her.” I muse and turn to look out the car window, not that I can see much since it’s dark. Only the lights that stretch along the road and the tall buildings of Manhattan. “A problem shared
XanderSomething went down between Violet and Kenna, only Violet isn’t telling me anything and it is irritating the hell out of me. Now, all of a sudden she is being secretive and I don’t like it, not one little bit. And the way Kenna ran out of the room, looking as white as a sheet, it concerned me. I am still at the hospital, they are giving her blood at the moment and I have asked her several times before she was ready, what the hell is going on but she remains tight lipped.Sitting in the private waiting room I rake my hands through my dark hair. What has Violet been saying to Kenna? I know that Kenna didn’t want to come but she did, and she was prepared to donate one last time. It’s not like Kenna to storm out like that, it’s completely unprecedented behavior. From the pocket in my jacket I take out my mobile and ping her a message.Hey, are you okay? What happened? I’m not mad at you anymore, it’s just I could see you looked deathly and I am worried. I wait and take a sip of
DanteI undress down to my boxer shorts and literally throw myself down on the bed. I can’t stop thinking about Kenna and how pale she looked, I’ve never seen her look like this before. Sure, she’s had moments where something has got to her but she always bounces back. But tonight when I met her at the hospital, her face was strained and her lips were so thin and pressed together. It seemed as if all the blood had been drawn out of her body and I know she didn’t donate, she told me as much.And it also concerns me this is the first time that Kenna hasn’t told me what is bothering her. I rake my hands through my hair and lean against the pillows. It’s not like her at all. She and I are close, we grew up together, her being my stepsister and everything, you know we gelled pretty quickly. There was none of this step-sibling rivalry or anything. When Kenna came to live with my father, and he married her mother, I instantly felt a warmth towards the young girl who looked frightened and tim
KennaMy mother places a hand to her mouth, the color drains from her face. “What? What do you mean Violet knows about the baby?”I take a seat next to my mother and put my hands around her hand on her lap. Tears spring to her eyes, and my heart feels sad for her. “I have no idea how she knows, Mom but she told me she knew that I had a baby and was at a private place in Switzerland.”“But that’s impossible, nobody except you and I knew about it. Not even Isaac knew. He thought you were going on a long, extended trip to Europe and spending time with friends in Switzerland.” I let out a sigh and blow a strand of hair away from my face. “What are we going to do about it? What if she talks? What if Isaac finds out?” What I don’t say out loud, is how will Dante feel about me if he discovers I have had a child by a professor from college, and gave my baby up for adoption. Oh, God this is such a mess. But I had no choice, well actually thinking about it now, I did have a choice.However, my
XanderI am drained as I drink yet another glass of strong, malt whiskey. It’s the finest you can buy, around five hundred dollars a bottle, but hell I need it right now. Violet was okay when I left her a couple of hours ago. The nurse said I should come home and get some rest, which reluctantly I did. I am still mad as hell at Kenna and walking out on Violet like that and nor will Violet tell me what went down. She got so distressed and turned on the tears that the nurses actually forbid me to talk to her after that.Whatever is going on, I will find out. There has to be a way and I am good at getting what I want after all. It’s dark and lonely, I ought to turn on some lights and put them on the dim setting but you know what, I can't be bothered. Part of me is missing Kenna being around, even though we’ve been divorced for a month or more now, I really do miss her. Why? I have no idea. And why I constantly think about her is beyond me too. It’s confusing the hell out of me.Is it be