Vicki
I randomly received a text with Father's picture along with some random woman. I stared at it trying to figure out why I would receive such a photo. Shortly after, Mari called.
"Mari," I answered on speakerphone while looking at the photo.
"Vicki, I need to talk to you." She sounded as if she was in a rush.
"What happened? Where are you?"
"I'm on my way to your place. By any chance did you get a picture from an unknown number?"
"How did you know?" I replied. Shit was getting strange and I needed to know how I played in it.
"We all got one." Unfortunately we all were players in the game.
"What the fuck is going on, Mari?"
"Girl, it gets deep. I'm just saying."
"Well hurry up and get here."
"You got some wine?"
"Two bottles."
"Crack one open, I'm almost there." Mari said and hung up.
This was some shit I didn't understand and I needed Mari to make clarification of it all.
I opened the bottle of wine, grabbed two glasses and rolled two blunts by the time she arrived. I figured I needed to be lifted in order to understand the shit she was about to dump on me. Mari let herself in, plopped down on the couch, grabbed a glass and poured herself a full glass of wine. She downed at least half of it before she made eye contact with me.
"Are you going to light those or did you roll them for later?" She said pointing to the blunts on the table. I picked one up and passed it to her. She grabbed the lighter and took a long, slow pull on it.
"Damn, Mari. What the fuck is going on?" I asked, getting a bit worried by her reaction.
"Girl, I don't even know where to start."
"Anywhere is fine." I said taking the blunt as she passed it.
"Okay, I had a talk with Jeffrey and the wedding will be off in a few days as he goes into hiding."
"What do you mean? Why is he going into hiding?"
"The shit storm has arrived and it's blowing everywhere."
"Will you just tell me the fuck what is going on and if I need to be worried?"
"Worried about what? All you need to do is sit back and watch this entire shit unfold."
"Oh, ok. I can do that."
"Girl, so Jeffrey done spilled the beans to everyone."
"What does that have to do with the picture I received?"
"That picture may have started it. But the woman in the photo with Father is Madeline Rutherford."
"The hair products Queen?"
"The very same."
"Well damn."
"Oh it gets better. It just so happens that Randall is fucking her son." I damn near spit out my wine.
"Wait, what!?"
"You heard me. Randall is sleeping with her son, Dion."
"Wait!"
"Wait what? There is more!"
"More?!" I asked. I was already floored. Randall is sleeping with her son? I didn't even know Randall liked men. Besides, he's married!
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Not My Parent's Favorite
RomanceMari comes from a family that has a high place in society. She is expected to hold herself in high regard as a member of the Worthington family, a prominent family in the community. She has goals she wants to accomplish by becoming a published autho...
