Avenoir

Avenoir - Laura

Laura

I wait patiently, leaning on the wall outside Kristen's room, waiting for David Robbins to finish his exam. When he finally walks out, his confused face tells me everything I need to know.

"I was right, wasn't I?" I ask. "She hasn't given birth. Ever. Let alone two nights ago."

"I..." he shakes his head, trying to make sense of what has just happened. "I can't..." He looks back at the door behind him and I see a look of fear flit across his face. "Uh, I... I'm not sure what you mean. Of course she gave birth, Dr. Horton."

"Oh David," I shake my head. I know he's lying. David Robbins is a principled man, and he wouldn't ever take a bribe. He does have a family though and Kristen is a DiMera, after all. "Did she threaten you?"

"I'm sorry, I have to go," Dr. Robbins takes a final look at the room behind him and then pushes me out of the way before he rushes off down the corridor.

"Oh, not what you expected?" Kristen's smug voice sounds behind me, making my skin crawl. I take a moment to compose my expression and hide my irritation before I turn back to her. "Dr. Robbins gave me a clean bill of health. He is drawing up my discharge papers as we speak."

I look at her again and realize she's already dressed. She must have dressed in her street clothes after Dr. Robbins finished the exam.

"I don't know what you did to make that poor man lie for you. I can only imagine you threatened him or his family," I glare at her angrily.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kristen smirks haughtily. "Are you quite sure you're feeling all right Laura? You're not going loopy again, are you? Should I call Jennifer for you?"

"Screw you, Kristen," I snap.

"Thanks, but no thanks," Kristen grins. "I'll save that for my husband."

"We both know he isn't your husband," I step closer to her, and she backs up against the door. "And we both know it isn't you he loves. And hopefully, by now, he'll know the woman that he really loves, loves him back."

"What!?" Kristen's smile suddenly falls and is replaced by shock and a very real fear.

"Oh," I shrug, "I remembered. I saw John outside the nursery. He was looking for Marlena. He had some questions about what happened in your hospital room earlier. Specifically, why she appeared to be kissing him back when he stuck his tongue down her throat."

"He thought that was me!" Kristen insists as her eyes dart from side to side. "He doesn't care about her. He doesn't give a shit about her. He's married to me!"

"Oh, give it up, Kristen!" I laugh spitefully. "You might have David Robbins under your manipulative thumb, but I know you weren't the one in that delivery room. You are not John Jr.'s mother, and you are not the person that John married.!

"You really are losing the plot, Laura!" Kristen lets out a stressed, angry laugh and I know I have her on the ropes. "You're hallucinating. You're insane."

"I am perfectly lucid," I tell her slowly, enunciating every word. "And you might be able to threaten David Robbins into keeping your twisted secret, but you can't shut me up, Kristen. And you really think John's not going to notice your perfectly unblemished non-birth-giving vagina if you manage to get him into bed again?" I smirk now, malice in my smile and bleeding into my voice. I want to hurt this bitch, the way she's hurt me, and my friends, and probably that poor woman at the nursery window. "Not that I think he'll be going anywhere near your vagina ever again, not when he's got Marlena offering herself up on a silver platter for him."

"Where is he?" she screeches. "Where is John? Where is my husband?"

I shrug, my smile gloating. "You might want to try Marlena's office. He was headed there last time I saw him, oh," I look at my watch, "more than an hour ago."

Hopefully by now, John has forced Marlena to tell him the truth and with any luck, their desire for each other will have resulted in at least a kiss or ten. Hopefully, they've had enough time to sort their issues out. Hopefully, I've given them enough time and Kristen won't be able to create any more damage.

"Arrrrrggghhhh!" Kristen screams. "You bitch! You absolute bitch!" She lifts her hand to slap me, but I catch her wrist in my hand.

"You're welcome," I tell her in a low, hate-filled voice. "And I hope when John finds out everything you've done to keep him from the woman he loves that he reviles you just as much as I do."