Sad News From The Donovans.

Jada

Life had pretty much bounced back to normal immediately after the awkward brunch with my family.

Ivy had made me relieve the whole night again simply because she claimed she wanted to know exactly how things went down just incase she needed any knowledge from the act.

“Jada, would you just fucking spill the bean already. Everyone in this room has had sex before, yourself included, now get in with the story.” From the corner of my eyes, I could see mother and father cringe at her words but neither of them dared to correct their golden child for being so crass with her language.

Deciding to spare them the horror of hearing how a child lost her virginity, I decide to downplay the whole experience. “Ivy, it was just the regular priming and penetration.”

I wasn’t about to tell my parents that my brother-in-law had gone down on me with his mouth. The mouth he would kiss Ivy with on their wedding day.

A shudder ran through me.

“And how many rounds did you guys go? I’d it was just one, I am certain you would have been able to come back home yesterday instead of this morning. My goodness, did you guys fuck this morning too? Is he like sex starved.”

This time around, both parents could not hide their groans as they rose to their feet and walked away. Abandoning their barely touched meals. I just sat rooted with my head bowed fighting the blush off my face.

“Listen here you idiot,” Ivy suddenly snapped, causing my eyes to jerk up to her face.

“I can tell you fucked him without a condom. I just hope you don’t get pregnant, have you even gotten the morning after pill?” I shook my head. “I swear on my life Jada, if you ruin this for me, I’ll kill you myself. Now run along to a pharmacy to buy yourself the pill to kill whatever bastard has plans on growing inside you.”

I had bought the pill, taken it and hopefully killed the ‘bastard’ inside me after the breakfast and decided to get along with my day like nothing had happened before.

I went to get my favorite coffee.

“One cup of cappuccino and a mega burger.” I ordered before finding a table to sit and wait in.

My idle mind returned to Rowan Donovan, it was hard for it not to.

Rowan was a king around these parts, came from money, lived in a castle, has servants.

‘The king of North-hill the tabloids called him. He was powerful, rich and super influential that it was hard to ever come across him. Oh but I did, and gave him my virginity.

I guess he was more into women than those mosey journalists knew. They had claimed that he was gay since he hadn’t be quick to dive into an extravagant pussy-fest after the death of his wife. An event that had happened five years ago.

Half the population of our city expected him to get married almost immediately after her death but it hadn’t happened that way and so they did the next best thing they could.

Slapped on a label and ran with it. Rowan himself wasn’t bothered and now I knew why, what man would be scared of the tabloids if he had such prowess.

Rowan’s parents were a different case entirely. They needed to salvage the situation and pushed for marriage to a gurl from a respectable family and so mine grab the offer with both hands. After all we had always been seeking a change to climb the social ladder, what other way was there except through an arranged marriage.

Rowan’s parents had requested a virgin bride, something Ivy was not and so I, the spare child, had to play a role in it and surrender my hymen.

I already very uncomfortable about the future dinners. I’d always seat across from him with the knowledge that he had disflowered me without even knowing it was me. I’d watch them grow old together, have kids and all the rest knowing that I had spread my legs as the sacrifice to let that happen.

My order arrived just before I could further cry over spilled milk. Just because it had happened and I couldn’t change a thing doesn’t mean I can’t mourn it.

I quickly have my meals and clear my bills before heading to the library. The only place that could cheer me up on times like this.

*

The librarian, Mrs Grotto was a nice old lady with an appearance that screamed otherwise. On first glance, one would assume she was the wicked witch of Oz but once you get to know her, you’ll realize that even Snow White could not be kinder than she was.

“Mrs Grotto,” I greeted warmly, handing her a bag of her favorite candies which I purchased off the store across.

“Oh my dear Jada. It’s so good to see you today, you’re glowing.” She too the bag and pulled me in a hug.

“It’s Tuesday, what on earth are you doing here today?” She asked and I gave her a sad smile and shook my head.

I wasn’t going to tell her that I was sad because I had regretted a decision I had taken.

“I am just looking for a really romantic read. I just want to read about people living out the life I can only dream of.”

“Now now, don’t say that. You can snoop around the romance section for whatever you like dear. I’ll even close my eyes and let you borrow a book or two without adding it to your tab.” She winked at me and I winked back.

“Thank you so much, I’ll take you up on that offer, but I’ll like to read one here before I leave,” I said and she shrugged pushing me in the familiar direction of my favorite books.

*

“Your father had requested that you come down for dinner now,” a servant informed me while I busied myself with one of the novels Mrs Grotto had lent me.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” I told her instead of asking why they wanted to have a family dinner for the first time in forever. I guess my sacrifice had changed quite a number of things.

I slipped on my slippers and pulled my hair up back in a bun and went for the dinner.

“Good, you’ve finally arrived. Your mother and I were wondering if we were going to have to come up there to fetch you ourselves.” Father said, as I sank into my seat.

I could see the sticky chicken in Mother’s plate, my favorite and so I don’t bother to answer him as I dive into my meal.

The rest of the family finally begin eating, including Ivy who kept shooting me glares.

“We have sad news from the Donovan’s Jada,” father spoke after everyone had concluded their eating.

“And what is that news father?” I asked, wanting to know what had gone wrong.