Jennie
For the next week Lisa became heavily engrossed in work and stressing over the fact that her sister was currently involved in one their new projects. As she had said to me late one night, with Rosé involved, you were never sure what would have happened.
The final one out of the four, the infamous Park Chanyeol was officially back and so Lisa worked on handing back over business deals and meeting schedules to him trying to find a balance between work and home. Most days Lisa would return after I went to bed which was fine by me. She left early on mornings as my morning sickness continued all throughout the week. I knew I would have to visit a doctor in the near future and decided that it would have to be today.
Washing up I made my way down to have breakfast but almost lost my balance on the staircase as I came face to face with a furious looking Lisa. She was dressed in a navy blue suit with a matching tie it had only added allure to her aggressive looking features. Noting that the time was just after nine in the morning, I was shocked that she was still at home. Wanting to question her, I thought against it clamping my mouth shut. She couldn't have possibly known about the baby, so I was certain that it was something else. Making my way to the bottom of the landing, we both stared at the other until she finally spoke...
"Where did you run off to the night of the party?" she questioned softly.
Her tone was not to be mistaken. It may have been soft but the menace was heard in spades.
"I thought you were ill so where did you go?" Lisa asked again, a bit louder this time as I flinched under the iciness of her tone.
I was not going to ask how she had gotten that piece of information. I knew it was only a matter of time until she had found out.
Answering truthfully I replied to her, "I went to the pharmacy located at the end of the street."
She stared at me for a couple terse moments as though she was trying to determine my honesty. The fact that she did not trust me stung as she slowly nodded indicating that she had believed me as relief flashed in her amber eyes.
"Why hadn't you called me or ask the maids to get whatever it was that you needed?" she went on questioning in a much lighter voice now as the tension visibly left her body.
It was now or never.
I needed to tell her.
"I had to make sure." I said to her in a small voice as she gazed at me puzzled.
"Make sure of what?" she asked coming towards me.
"I'm pregnant."
And just like that, she froze mid-step.
An eerie silence filled the apartment as I saw Lisa struggle to get over her shock. Never before had I seen such a powerful person at a loss for words. She blinked at me once...twice as a way of getting over her shock before her face became enraged in blood red fury. No longer were warm heated eyes staring at me. She looked at me coldly as though invisible shutters descended down upon her.
"Congratulations, Jennie." she remarked harshly in a mocking tone making me flinch as she stood a few feet away. Her unsmiling mouth morphed into a thin line as she fought to reign in her temper. Both her hands were tightly fisted to her sides as if to restrain herself from physically doing harm that she would later regret. Her eyes shot daggers at my fragile form as I stood there trying my best not to collapse from the weakness of my knees.
Through my tear clogged throat I opened my mouth to speak but a commanding hand struck up in the air halting me.
"Do. Not. Speak!" she said through clenched teeth, "You have already spoken too much."
"Lisa." I began again not heeding her warning and the only sound heard after that was the smashing of a prized vase as it came crashing to the floor breaking into a million pieces just like my heart.
"I told you Jennie." she said with a voice filled with utter rage, "Do not speak."
Tears poured down my face as she continued on.
"You lived here like a mistress. Nothing less than a prostitute." she spat out disdainfully.
She regarded my broken profile with a look filled of pure hatred and disgust before making her way to the door.
"Lisa." Finding my trembling voice I called after her for what must be the last time.
Pausing by the door with her taunt back facing me she awaited my next words
"I'd rather go hungry and homeless than to ever depend on you again."
The final sound was the hard slam of the door as she walked away.
