Two weeks later
David P.O.V
"Ok, I have five or six movies for us to watch for our movie day," Isabella squeals, spreading the DVD cases across the coffee table.
"Ok, what do you have for us to watch, princess?" I ask, leaning closer to the table.
"A Barbie marathon, I picked a mermaid tale, a fashion fairytale, a mermaid tale two, a fairy secret, a princess charm school, and the pink shoes," she smiles with glee.
"Alright, go ahead and put it in the DVD player. I'll get the caramel popcorn ready." I stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen.
Last Saturday, we did chocolate-covered popcorn, which was my pick. This week, Isa chose caramel popcorn for our treat, with Twix and Payday candy bars for the sides.
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An hour later, we were finishing up a fashion fairytale since that's her absolute favorite Barbie movie, and we were about to go on to watch a mermaid tale but then heard a knock at the door.
"Is Uncle Jackson supposed to be coming today?".
"Nah, he would have texted me that he was at the door since he never knocks," I grumble, standing up from my seat and approaching the door.
Looking through the peephole, I see that it's Jennifer.
What is she doing here?
Don't get me wrong, I love that she decided to drop by, but it's unusual for her to do so without calling or texting me first.
Opening the door, I gesture for her to come inside, and she gives me a weak smile.
Ok, weird. She's usually happier to see me.
"Ms.Gonzalez," Isabella gasps, running into her arms.
"Isa," she beams, giving her a tight hug. "How have you been, sweetie?".
"I've been great. Daddy, and I just finished watching my favorite Barbie movie".
"Aww, that sounds fun. Do you mind if I borrow your daddy for a moment? I have to talk to him about something important."
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll make more popcorn since we ran out".
"Ok, take your time and be careful in there."
"I will".
Walking closer to me, I notice her entire demeanor has suddenly changed.
"Can we talk in your room? I don't want Isa overhearing this?".
"Yeah, of course," I nod I guide us to my room.
Shutting the door behind me, she sits at the edge of my bed, fidgeting with her fingers.
"Is everything alright?" I ask, worrying about what she wants to talk about.
And why is she wearing sunglasses when it's cloudy outside?
"Sort of," she shrugs. "I've just been thinking about many things these past two weeks and realized something that might change my life."
"That would be?" I place my hands on my hips.
"I plan on faking suicide so I can finally be free from Nicolas."
My eyes widened in shock as I became speechless at her answer.
Ok, I knew her relationship with her husband wasn't the greatest, but why fake a suicide just to leave him? Why not just file for a divorce and move on with your life?
"Don't you think that's a bit extreme?" I finally say, regaining my ability to talk.
She mumbles something under her breath, and the only thing I pick up on is, "But to me, it isn't."
"What did you say?".
"N-nothing," she quickly answers, straightening her position. "Once he's out of the picture, I'll explain to you why I'm doing this, but for now, please don't question it. I know it sounds insane, but trust me, this is something I must do".
Ok, now I'm starting to think this man does way more than just verbally abuse her, but that'll be a question for another time. Right now, she just needs my support, not my judgment.
"Ok, you have my full support. I'll even help you with the plan if you need it." I lightly chuckle as she does the same.
"Thank you," she smiles, standing up from the bed. Would you mind walking me to my car?"
"Of course."
Taking the stairs to the first floor, we walk outside to the front, where her car is parked.
"I'll text you more details about my plan when I get home, okay?" she says, rummaging through her purse for the car keys.
"Ok, text me when you're home so I know you got there safe," I say, wrapping my hands around her waist.
"I will." she places her hands on my shoulder, kissing me.
Backing away, she peaks behind me as a confused expression grows.
Squinting her eyes to get a better look, her face goes from confused to panicked instantly.
Turning around to see what it is she's looking at. I get sprayed in the face with this strange mist before I even had the opportunity to get a good look at who or what it was
"David," I faintly hear Jennifer yell as my vision blur.
What the fuck was that stuff?
The last thing I see is Jennifer fighting back whatever is holding her down before getting sprayed with the same mist as everything around me grows darker and darker by the second.
I try to fight back, but I feel my body getting weaker and weaker each counting moment.
No....no, no, no, let her go.
Let her go.
Let her go!
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Memory
RomanceYears ago, Jennifer lost everything she loved and held dear to her. She lost her freedom, her old life, and most importantly her family. Years later though an old friend of hers kidnaps her in order to help her recover past memories while revealing...
