Bad Sister

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

"Here," Randall says, sliding an envelope across the table. "Sign this."

I eye him, making sure not to let my eyes stray too far. He's stern, much different from when he's away from work.

Maybe that's the facade he puts on for his colleagues. His brown hair is coiffed, like always and he's in a three piece grey suit. How fitting.

After yesterday's mess -with the story of him and I being pregnant and getting engaged, got leaked Randall suggested that I come by his office.

For an agreement, he'd said. Contract signing in other words. But I am not going into this blindly.

I look down at the table then straight into his eyes. And still, nothing.

Clutching onto my bag tightly, I ground my jaw, tapping my fingers on the table and side glance his assistant.

"I'd like to read through it first." I say with my chin defiantly tilted up.

Randall stands up, and for a moment I'd forgotten just how tall he really is.

"Knock yourself out." He smiles softly. With a hand on the buttons of his blazer he gestures to his assistant. "If you have any questions, Joy is here."

That being said, Randall leaves the room with Joy in tow.

Isn't she supposed to help me with this?

I take a deep breath as I sit down on the mustard yellow couch.

I look around the pristine office and contemplate sitting at his desk. Pursing my lips I push the thought aside and get started with the contract.

I skim through it first. Marriage contract, it says on the front page, with both our names in bold.

Agreement. . .

Property.

Income.

Insurance.

Inheritance.

Child support.

Spousal support and maintenance.

Maintenance?

My eyes narrow as I read and it's only then I realise that this is basically a prenup.

At the end of every two pages there is space for my signature, he has already signed along with a witness. I wonder who's the witness. Maybe Joy?

A few minutes into the contract I feel that familiar discomfort of a full bladder. Shit! This is the fourth time today.

Argh. I immediately stand up unable to hold it in. Unfortunately for me, I did not bother to ask for the bathroom.

I hope Joy is somewhere close by.

I'm put at ease when I see her small frame huddled over a pile of papers.

Smiling, I ask her for the restroom, she points in its direction and I scurry towards it.

When I'm done, I pull up my pants and stand to flush.

I'm chilled to the bone as I watch a mocking dark red clot of blood swell in the toilet. I want to flush and walk out as if I didn't just see that but I'm rooted in place with my heart in my throat.

I feel myself shake uncontrollably.

The bathroom door suddenly opens and I instinctively flush the toilet. It's only then and there I feel phantom cramps in my abdomen. With a hand on my chest, I hold my stomach hoping to feel something other than the pain.