A Blessing In Disguise.

Chapter 1

    If my life was a movie or novel, I would probably be described as the sinister sort, the bad person that tries to come between the two main characters so she can have the guy. No one wants to think about my suffering or pain because, and I quote. "am the evil one, the bad guy." I mean, am human too you know, you can't just decide who gets to be loved or not.

    Okay fine, I will admit to have been a serious sinister witch -which thinking about it now- really upsets me, but I was desperate. My life was going on perfectly, and then some 7months pregnant chick comes into the picture, professing to be my boyfriends fiancée and suddenly she's the victim.
    I get cursed at for trying to keep what's mine, but she gets praised and supported for stealing my man. Even my best friends abandoned me for her, the witch!

     Taking a deep breathe, I try to not think about the ugly past anymore, and with no other choice I left New York for L.A since my name as been tarnished after the blowout at her wedding. That incident was also not my fault, but would anyone believe me? no! because am the bad guy.
     I would have started this story from the beginning but am not in the mood to remember past events, so let's start from now, the present. Am currently on a plane ride to L.A, am tired, heartbroken, stressed, and 4months pregnant. And after leaving my job as a model, I decided to move away from my past, back to my parents house which they left in my care when they died a year ago.

   "Please fasten your seatbelts ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land safely in L.A. Thank you for flying with Royal Airways and have a nice day." the pilots broadcast interrupted my thoughts and I signed, sitting up.
      Buckling my seatbelt, I looked out of the window, down to the glittering lights of L.A Lax airport and smiled at my new beginning.

    Welcome home Eva, i mumbled to myself.

     With my luggage, I manoeuvred around the airport, looking for my black-haired cousin who is supposed to be picking me up. The last time we talked was a few months ago, when she begged me to live over at my parents place after leaving her own painful past in Boston. Though we never really talked much growing up, we're pretty much the only family we have left since her own parents passed 3 years ago. So when she asked desperately over the phone if she could stay there, I couldn't turn her down. We talked on many occasions, though I wouldn't go forward as to call us close. From what she told me, she's living her dream with a steady job as a freelance photographer for fashion magazines and she's doing pretty well for herself now.

     "Eva! Eva over here!" a voice called and I turned to see a woman who looked nothing like the tomboy cousin I used to know, the hairy legs are replaced with smooth skin and long legs, huge grandma glasses are gone also. The flat chest is replaced by double D's and the pimples and acnes with clear skin. She still has her long black hair that reached her back and the same green eyes, dimpled cheeks, and full lips we inherited from our twin dads.

      Walking over, I noticed am not the only one noticing or appreciating her body, several men stopped to glance over and some plainly stared as she bounced on her feet, waving me over with a grin. "what the hell happened to you're body?" I asked by way of greeting and she smirked saucily, giving me a wink.

    "just a couple of changes here and there. some naturally," she said, pointing to her boobs. "others through serious efforts... you like?" she asked, strutting a pose and I chuckled.

     "who are you and what have you done with jen?" I asked, pulling her into a hug.

      She pulled back, shrugging. "I decided the old jen had to go, but wait a minute sweetie are you really 4months pregnant? because that bump looks big."

    "I am. I read it online that for most people this is normal, so don't worry." I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. she nodded skeptically, but didn't say anything.