Big Mistake 2

Truthful Distortion

"Maybe she's lying to drive a rift between us, or she's hinting at something I can't seem to quite wrap my finger and mind around. Either way, you know Danielle has never been one to fully tell the truth, and even so if she is then she's gonna have to come harder than this." -Paris Vaughn-Stewart

"I mean... look at Jules. That's definitely her wearin' a torn shirt, blood stains on it, and she looks like someone just finished beating the dog shit out of her." Paris stresses to Jules, the picture Danielle had emailed to her open on her phone.

Jules shakes her head and passes Paris her phone back, leaning back onto the bed.  She was unsure of what Danielle's devious motive was when it came to messing with Paris and Malcolm, and the both of them surely needed and wanted to find out.

"Do you think she could be hinting at something involving Malcolm and possibly Chase?" Jules asks, biting down on her nails.  It was an awful habit she could not break out of whenever she grew nervous about any situation.

Paris bites down on her nails, lying back on the soft cushy white pillows on her bed. She had wasted the night away with her thoughts from the mysterious picture of Danielle, as well as her and Malcolm's conversation following after discovering the photo.

They discussed a possibility of whether or not she was trying to get Paris' attention that she was in more danger than she could have ever imagined, or that of trying to drive a wedge between the two with the daring caption about Malcolm.

She has become suspicious and conscious of what her husband has been doing behind her back-- but has yet to discover his true plan and what could happen.

For Paris, their kids come before anything either of them have going on. She trusts Malcolm with her heart and soul that whatever he's gotten himself into, that he can also bring himself out of with the snap of two fingers.

"Ya' know... we argued for a bout an hour on what she actually means. Is it a hoax? Or is it something deeper that I don't know about?" Paris asks Jules, but the attention of the question was more so for herself.

Jules shakes her head and looks upward toward the TV. "Whatever she has planned, I hope that she can back up why possibly wants our help. But, you know what I find a bit funny?"

"What?"

"The fact that she emailed you from a random email?"

Paris nods her head and squints her eyes together. "It is a lil' weird. I expected for her to at least contact me from the email I know. Do you think she lost her phone?"

Jules shrugs her shoulders and continues to watch the TV show before her. A mere five minutes of complete silence, the room was filled with the sound of both women's thoughts jumping from each problem, to a possible question that raised red flags for both.

"Oh my gosh, we can find out who the email address belongs to!" Jules chimes excitedly, jumping up from her seat on the couch.

Paris picks up her phone from the nightstand next to the bed, unlocking it and going straight to her recently received emails.

She scrunches up her face, the wrinkles in her forehead aligning perfectly together. "It says TitonMiracles1428 underscore at yahoo dot com."

They both share a look of confusion, wondering who Titon Holmes happens to be, and why was he with Danielle. But in a way, they could care less about the man Danielle happens to be sleeping with... if that is the case between the two of them.

Paris's phone begins to vibrate in her hand as Latavia's name and picture comes across the screen.

"Yes, baby girl?"