Another Cliché Love Story

Sleep over

"Fuck, my wrist hurts so bad!" Beatrice hisses as we creep in the house.

I close the door behind me and my maids smile at me.

"Is my mother home?" I ask the maid.

"No, she left. Your sister is home preparing a baby room, but your mom said she wants you at the company after school tomorrow to help Emmanuel."

I nod. "Thank you."

"So down here or your room?"

"The movies are in my room."

"Cool."

We walk up the stairs and Elizabeth exists a room down the hall.

She didn't notice us at first and just looks at the ground. She looks tired. She has bags under her eyes and is holding her sides. Is she upset about Elijah and the girls? Does she really care? I suddenly feel bad for her. I haven't considered how she might be feeling. Her situation is worse than mine. I have been on social media and of course people are slut shaming the living hell out of her and our family.

"Hey." I greet with a smile.

Her frown deepens. "Did you see it?"

I nod. "Yeah."

She scoffs. "Men. If we could find a way to reproduce without them."

I chuckle. "Yeah they'd be completely extinct."

She smiles. "The baby room is coming along."

"So what I'm hearing is that you won't abort?" Beatrice asks, raising a brow.

Elizabeth puts back on her scowl and I'm beginning to see that is her defense mechanism.

"You know what you-"

"Beatrice, how about you go in my room. Start the movie." I advise cutting Elizabeth off and looking at Beatrice.

She nods and leaves.

"Elizabeth, I know I haven't been the best sister, but either have you. But for everything that's been happening I'm sorry it has to happen to you."

"Me too."

"Maybe we could learn to love each other. I'm going to Aunty Winona's church on Sunday and maybe you could come with me."

She chuckles. "Church? What would I look like going into a church?"

"You'd look like everyone else who is trying to make their lives better. Come on Elizabeth we might actually learn how to love each other."

"You think I don't love you?" She asks.

"Yes! Why else would you sleep with Elijah unless you had a plan. You have everyone else thinking it was an accident, but when you saw him at that party you saw an opportunity."

She smacks me hard across my face.

I gasp and smack her back.

"Great way to get me to come to your crappy church." She barks, holding her face.

"But you'll be there if you want a better life." I smirk.

She rolls her eyes then she finds another worried expression to wear.

"Have they found who hit you and who, bombed the school?"

"No they're close. They said whoever the girl is, she was sloppy and left behind fingerprints."

"They already know it's a girl?"

"Yeah. They do. They're real close."

She nods her head slightly.