As I pulled the heavy machinery close to my body, I could feel myself tearing apart. Part of me wanted to tell Arthur about Louis and how he kissed me, part of me wanted to tell Edna. But a massive part of me wanted to keep it a secret and not tell anyone. But I knew if I did the argument it would cause and how hard it would be for me to keep my relationship with my sister and Arthur. I knew I had to tell someone, anyone and get it off my chest. My best place to confide in is mother. So that was the plan. I was going to tell mother everything. I just hoped that she didn't assume too much or be disappointed in me. But the outcome would depend on her answers.
As I slowly walked down the dark stingy streets, dragging that weight I was going over how to approach mother with all of this. It was roughly 8:30 p.m when I got back. As I opened the dreaded door with heavy shoulders, I walked into the living room and found Edna crying. She saw me out the corner of her eye. "Edna, hey don't cry, what's up?" I asked in a hushed soothing voice. Out of the blue she leapt from the chair and started screaming hysterically. I kept telling her to breath. When she calmed down she looked at me with hate in her eyes through gritted teeth she spoke " I know about you and Louis and so does Arthur."
I stood there froze for a second. I then ran over to her and held her by her shoulders as she kept trying to push me away. "Edna it's not like that, he made a move on me I promise, I wanted to tell you straight away, please I will explain." I screamed back at her.
She nodded her head and told me to explain. So I told her everything that happened that morning. She looked me in the yes and I could see that deep down she knew what I was saying was the truth. " You need to find Arthur and tell him Martha, he is heartbroken about it." "I will, but Edna I need you to know that I would never ever do this to you! Your my sister I would never betray you!" Before I left I turnt to her " Will Arthur still love me?" She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at the fire.
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The Visit
أدب تاريخيThe year is 1942 and the day is the 29th of June when tragedy strikes the Jones family. Find out the events leading up to this tragedy and how they cope after the aftermath of the visit.
