Isadora-Tnn

7. Interests new and old

Siobhan sat in the dim lighted room, overthinking her life choices. There was a time where Roger was everything she wanted. Kind and caring and gave her all the pretty things she desired.

Back then she would never have imagined the monster he truly was. He striped her of everything she had, only to show his true colours after she was left with nothing. She couldn't leave, she couldn't escape.  There was no hope.

"Siobhan" the voice snapped her out of her misery, she looked up to see him. What hatred she had for the man yet was soon to be officially his forever.
"Yes Roger?" The woman sighed,
"I need you to look into the staff and their background checks"
"That's done before they get hired, why?" And why did he even care? Normally he would let Marjorie handle that stuff. He only cared about the money.

"Because I said so. There is too many pay checks going out with three lots of staff. I need to know who to fire" Siobhan looked up at the man,
"There are also three times as many children. You can't risk loosing any staff. If anything you should be hiring more" the woman replied,
"You will do what I say or see the consequences Siobhan. Start with Isadora"

"Isadora?"
"Yes. I want to know everything about her" the man replied.
"Why her?" Siobhan knew better than to question Roger, but this struck her interest. Why her?
"Do not question me! You have until the end of the day to get everything on her" the man shouted before leaving the room. He was being extra cold and cagey, there was something about her he wanted to know.

...

Siobhan walks down the long corridor but is stopped when a dark haired woman leaves one of the rooms right in front of her. It's her.
"Oh, hello"
"Viv" the blonde just wants to hug her. To feel her arms wrapped around her body. But she couldn't even smile.
"Uh, how are you?" Vivian asks to fill the awkwardness. This was the first time they had spoken since everything went downhill.

"Okay. You?"
"Yeah, just dropped Jaimie off" Siobhan nodded and silence filled the hall again,
"Um, I gotta go" Vivian broke the silence. 'Speak you idiot. This is your last chance'
"Wait, could we maybe meet for coffee soon?" The blonde asked,
"I don't know about that, you're probably busy wedding planning and whatnot" Vivian desperately wanted to say yes. But she knew she couldn't put herself in that position again. It only hurt more.

"Viv please"
"I'm gonna be late for work" the woman fights her tears as she backs away. Siobhan watching her go once more.

(Flashback)
Siobhan rushed out of the room just before the dark haired woman grabs the door handle,
"Viv wait!" She stops, slowly turning to face the blonde.
"Yeah?" She shrugs, trying her best to hide the pain of emotions she felt towards the woman before her.

"Don't go, I need to explain. I need to-"
"To what?" The blonde releases a deep breath. What could she say really? She couldn't tell her the truth. She couldn't say those words so desperate to escape.
"I... look, I know you're mad-"
"Mad? The woman interrupts, "I'm not mad. Nah, why would I be?" Siobhan wasn't sure what to say. She had never seen this cold side of Vivian before. But she knew that she was hurting.

Vivian takes her silence as an answer, and nods slightly
"I've got to go" she turns around, but the blonde grabs her wrist forcing her to face her again.
"Wait, please" I don't want this. He's forcing me Viv I need help. Help me Vivian. I need you. The words fought to escape the woman. Tell her you idiot! Don't let her go. Tell her Siobhan before it's too late!

"What do you want?"
"I... I don't know how to feel" she mumbles barely above a whisper,
"You wanna know how I feel?" The taller woman asks. Siobhan lifts her gaze from the floor to the woman, "when I see you, I see him. And it kills me. It hurts. But you're getting married darling, and I have to sit back and let it happen. Don't do this to me aswell"
"But... I-"
"What? Tell me Siobhan. Tell me you want this. Tell me you don't want him. Tell me this is something worth fighting for" the women stood closer than ever, hands tightly intwined.