I have lost count of the time of the day, I have no idea what time it is, my phone battery had gone off before I had arrived her with Milly last night so I couldn't call anyone and even if I could call someone, who do I call? I lay on the floor feeling more miserable than ever and wallowing in my disgusting self pity. From my guess, it would be late late noon by now from the low glow coming through the tiny window hole. The clicking of the door pulling open fills the room and the sound of a pretentious gasp fills my ears and I ignore it. I do not move an inch, trying to gather my stuff muscles from laying on the cold floor for too long. “Oh my God, what are you doing in here? Have you been in here all along.?” Bianca's loud voice reaches my ears and I gather myself from the floor. Staggering to my feet, my entire back ached and the ache was worse now standing up than I anticipated it to be while laying down all night. I rub my belly to assure my unsettled baby that everything was a
Beatrice watches me in confusion and as though realization hits her, fear overtakes her features. “You have no idea?” Beatrice asks and I hesitate before giving her an answer, deciding to be honest, I had no intention of deceiving Beatrice to getting my way. I shake my head at Beatrice, “Idea about what?” I ask her her more than curious to know. “I will get killed if I say anything to you without permission Ana.” Beatrice tells me in fear looking so helpless. “What do you mean you will get killed?” I ask Beatrice, my heart racing hard. “I will get my head cut off Ana.” Beatrice says standing up anxiously, the air around the room begin to get tense. “What do you mean you will get killed, what is that about?” I ask her, equally anxious and tense. This could not all be real in any form or way. I decide to ask her the one other question that has been bothering, the name I could not seem. to forget. “Dominic Garcia, do you know anything about Dominic Garcia?” I ask Beatrice. If I th
We get into the most expensive and and secluded restaurant in the whole of the state. Dominic Garcia's personal assistant left me this address as at yesterday. I let out a shaky breath as Jersey gets in front of me the moment we reach the receptionist table. “Dominic Garcia's reservation.” Jersey says in a low voice and suddenly it sounded like calling his name out openly was a crime and sin of some sort. The receptionist continue to stare at Jersey and I awkwardly and Jersey turns to me, her earlier excitement has tuned down a whole notch ahead, she looked more nervous now than before. “It's time and it's happening.” The receptionist leads us to an even more secluded part of the restaurant, the area was a total out of sight one. “Are they going to kill us and throw out bodies in a dump yard?” Jersey whispers from beside also observing how deep into the restaurant the receptionist was personally leading us into. I rub my belly in distress, I was very scared and worried about this
My eyes blink at the man in front of me.“You are sure?” I ask stupidly still in confusion and the man's silence makes me feel even stupid.“Your Husband is Ryan Morgan?” The man suddenly brings up a question, he must have been curious after hearing my surname.Dominic Garcia's eyes search my face as he waits for an answer. I nod my head at him and a fake smile overtakes my features.“Yes, he is.” I answer fidgeting with my fingers under the table.I put my joy aside for the successful deal and I can feel Jersey's happiness radiating through the room even without looking in her direction.One thing was successfully out of the way, what is now left is unraveling the mystery of this man, but I couldn't do that with Jersey around.The eyes of Dominic Garcia seems to tighten a little at my answer and I wonder why. I decide to fuck it and ask before I lose this opportunity and never get it back again.“Can I ask you a question?” I ask the stoic looking man in front, he seems to mule over m
Jersey and I fall into her apartment, laughing about very stupid jokes after another.“Oh my God I cannot believe you have not watched a series as good as Good girls.” Jersey says in exaggeration, faking an appalled expression and I burst out laughing.“Movies are not exactly my thing.” I tell Jersey and she looks at me like I could not be anymore possibly serious.“Then what do you do for fun?” Jersey asks me as she sets me down onto her couch. “Make yourself comfortable Ma'am.” Jersey says with a silly, stupid bow and I chuckle at her mischeive.“Sure thing, Ms Steele.” I say and Jersey looks at me with a wicked expression on her face.“I know exactly what are going to be doing for the rest of today.” Jersey says and the excitement on her face was beginning to make me straighten my back up in anticipation.I wasn't going to lie, I was finding this really fun, I totally loved coming to my girl's, I gasp at myself, it was nice to be able to call someone that.I love being able to do t
I give myself a moment before heading outside to go downstairs to the dinner table. No matter what Ryan said, I didn't bother to get all dressed up. I picked up the first pair of anything decent that I could find, I wore a long and baggy pants with an extra large hoodie.I climb down the stairs as slowly as I can to stall my ultimate demise in having to seat at the same table with Scarlett, Bianca and Isabella all the same time.The first person to spot me was the bright face of Milly's as she rushes from her place at the table to come hug my side, I guess she would be the only one on the table who didn't hate me.All eyes turn to me and I look away as I focus on the charming woman in front of me, a butter voice interrupts our small reunion like we haven't seen ourselves for longs weeks.“You left without telling me the other day.” Milly accuses and my heart skips a bit at her words, no I didn't leave without telling, I was just occupied with being locked up in a closet.Before I can
I'm unable to focus on the number of running footsteps as I sit on the floor shaking from shock.“Ana?” Ryan's is the first unstable voice that I hear, I raise my head to the set of men standing at the kitchen door in shock, each of their eyes moving from Scarlett on the floor and me seated in a pool of her blood. It seems a single click springs them all out of their shock into action.Another set of footsteps rush into the room in the middle of the entire chaos and Maxwell's panicking face moves from mine to Scarlett's on the floor.Maxwell's face suddenly morphs into one filled with great fear as he runs towards Scarlett and kneels by her side. Everything feels like it was moving so slowly.Maxwell doesn't spare me another glance after that moment as he cradles Scarlett into himself and the rest of them stare at me in disgust.“The ambulance is on its way.” A voice says but I do not bother to match a face to the voice.“What the fuck did you do Ana?” Ryan roars at me, he moves from
The warm familiar face welcomes me and my body vibrates at the sight of the one man who has been so kind to me for apparent reason made known. My shoulders begin to shake from the amount of burden I was holding back on, I was so tired and I needed for all of this to be over. All I could continue to ask myself was what could I have possibly done to have them hate me this much, to have them sort out to ruin my life so much. “Detective Ben.” I whisper and the man takes long strides to my side, he bends one of his knee to the ground to reach my height, I was so desperate for comfort, I hugged and held on to him as tight as I could. “What are you doing in here?” Detective Ben asks and I shake my head. “I'm being accused of murder.” I tell him and he stares at me in shock. “Who's murder?” Detective Ben asks and I let out a sob. “The Intentional murder of Scarlett Harrington's child and almost killing Scarlett, I didn't do it. “ I sob telling the confused looking man in front of me