𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 (𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐞 - *Emotional*)

Threat

The next morning we sat on the table and had breakfast together.

Michelle cooked the breakfast and served it to everyone.

She made us coffee, eggs, bacon, toasts with jam and yoghurt.

While Michelle was pouring coffee in Ivonne's glass, she started acting rude and disrespectful.

"What the heck are you doing? Do you not know I'm pregnant?! I can't drink coffee, my doctor forbids it! Get it off!" - she yelled.

"I'm sorry. I should have conformed it. What about a tea? Hold on, I'll make one." - Michelle apologized.

"Babe, you don't have to say it like that, you could have just ask her politely." - Lucas scolded Ivonne.

"Okay, my bad, sorry." - said Ivonne.

"Michelle, sit down I'll make the tea." - I said.

"Are you sure?" - she sat down. - "Yeah, it's fine."

"So, maybe it's too awkward for me to ask, but you've never told me about her. Do you know each other recently or what?" - Lucas asked us.

We looked at each other and slightly laughed.

"Yeah, we met not long ago, right Michelle?" - I replied nervously as I was pouring the tea in glasses. - "Yeah, exactly." - it got awkward.

"Babe, I don't feel well." - Ivonne complained.

"Again, babe? Should we see a doctor? This happens way too often."

"No, no I don't even wanna hear about doctors!" - Ivonne acted suspicious. As she tensed.

"Babe, just to make sure everything is going well." - said Lucas.

"I'll make you a drink that'll make you feel better. Come in the kitchen." - Michelle and Ivonne went in the kitchen.

Michelle's POV

"My grandma teached me how to make it. It really makes you feel better." - I said as I was cutting some lemons.

Suddenly Ivonne took the knife of my hand and stabbed it into the kitchen board aggressively. I startled and flinched then backed up.

"Listen here, you wretch! I don't know what you are doing with that cattle Marcus, but you're not gonna take my fiance! So, even if Lucas demands to take you two in London, don't even think of saying yes, or else I'm gonna make your life a hell! Oh, also if that shit Marcus accepts Lucas's suggestion for some reason, take the responsibility to discourage him! Is that clear?" - Ivonne basically threatened me.

She was about to get out of the kitchen, when I....

"And what if I don't want to? I'm not gonna mess up in Marcus's decisions. Who are you to tell me what to do or insult my friend with ugly words that don't suit a girl like you? You're not scary, what could you even do to me?" - I replied.

She stepped back in the kitchen and without saying anything grabbed the knife and cut her left palm. It started bleeding.

"What are you doing?! Are you okay?" - I approached her but she backed up and went to the living room.

I was left with my mouth open. I definitely didn't see this coming.

"Babe, Michelle cut my hand while we were cutting the lemons! She's so distracted! I'm pregnant for God's sake!" - Ivonne went straight to make her a victim in front of Lucas.

"Babe, are you okay? Should we go to the ER or you think you're fine?" - Lucas freaked out a little bit.

"I think so... Let's just stay here." - she added while sobbing.

"Michelle, why would you do that?! She's pregnant, you gotta be careful! Why did you even make her cut the lemons? We are guests!"

"Hey, don't talk to her like that! That's her house, like why are you even raising tone? You barely even know her! And I'm pretty sure Ivonne did something, not Michelle, but apparently you're too blind to see it!" - Marcus stood up for me.

"Really? So, what, she cut her hand herself?" - Lucas and Marcus kept arguing.

"But, it was....." - I was about to blame her and tell the truth, when I realized there was no point in doing that.

Like, what kind of pregnant woman in great health would cut her hand on purpose? This is probably what Marcus's twin would think of.

"My fault,......it was my fault, I'm sorry." - I decided to play her game.

"No, don't apologize! You've done nothing wrong, obviously! Let him be misguided and fooled as he wants!"

"Marcus, are you taking your medicines?" - enquired Lucas, but we left without saying anything. Marcus definitely heard that, though.

Marcus took my hand and brought me to our bedroom.

"Yo, what happened there?" - he looked me deeply in the eyes.

"I-I don't know, Ivonne just threatened me, saying that she's gonna make our life a hell if we don't leave them alone and something like that, then I said what if I don't, and she just cut her palm herself. I didn't do anything, I promise!" - I panicked.

He stroked my face and put his hands on my cheeks in order to settle me down.

"Okay, don't worry I trust you! Her mind is a mess. She's mentally unstable. Lucas doesn't see her real face."

"You say Ivonne's dangerous or no?" - I asked.

"I mean, she used to drug and inject me substances that were making me feel inadequate. My older brothers even put me in a mental health clinic, because of her. Lucas still thinks that I'm the one with the mental abnormalities."

I was speechless. Some type of a psychopath is living in my house?