"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control- control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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As I look out onto the dark street from the front window, I focus on a limousine pulling up to our house. My heart races with nervousness as it suddenly dawns on me that I'm actually doing this.
I thought that I'd never spend time with Jones's family, not after what happened... I feel uncomfortable with the thought of being around them and having to pretend that everything is okay, like he didn't hurt me.
His dad is also a complete maniac, and I often find myself fully zoning out when he begins to ramble. I know that he has a lot of stories to tell and theories that he loves to talk about, but I really don't feel like listening to it all.
I put on my jacket as I walk out of the front door, locking it behind me before making my way over to the car.
I jump into the backseat, taking a peek at the driver.
"Michelle?" He questions, almost like he's making sure that he's got right the right person.
"Uhm... yeah."
"Put on your seatbelt, please. And get comfortable."
I furrow my brows as I process his strange demeanour, putting on my seatbelt and doing what he asks.
As he begins to drive, I rest my head against the back of the seat, and I feel like I could drift off. My eyes flutter as I begin to fall asleep, but I keep reminding myself that it's not a good idea.
I see a text from Emily appear on my phone, and I'm only able to read it for a second before everything goes black.
Please be safe tonight. I love you.
***
I nervously walk into the dining area, feeling a lump in the back of my throat as my eyes meet someone that I didn't want to see ever again.
I approach the table, and everyone's eyes are on me. Their butler escorts me to my seat, his hand on my back, controlling every step I make.
"Ah, Michelle!" Jones's father, Phillip, says as he sees me, "I'm so glad that you came! Now, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable."
I take a seat at the table, and as soon as my chair is pushed in, I quickly observe who's sitting where. I'm glad to see Jones beside me, but when I look across to the left, I see Julian, and I see an irritating, smug look on his face.
"Hi, Michelle." He taunts me.
"Julian is glad to see you back here." Philip speaks, "It's always good to have a positive role model in the house."
Julian chuckles, and I feel like I could throw up.
I don't say anything, but Phillip still continues to talk to me, complimenting me, "You look good tonight. The dress is fabulous. Did my son buy you that?"
