Susan opened her eyes and tried to shield them away from the beaming ray of sunlight that somehow found its way into the room she was in through a tiny crack in the open window. She felt an intense pain while she sat up, holding her back and taking a look around her. 'Where the hell am I?' she muttered while she took in the features of the room. It was chaotic. Clothes were scattered all over the place, her clothes. She suddenly realized that she was naked as well, in an unknown place that was enclosed? that didn't look good at all, and as any young lady would, she started to worry about what she felt was obvious that had happened to her. She had been raped, but by who? No matter how hard she tried to remember what had gone down the previous night, she just could not come up with anything. She had passed out, someone must have drugged her or something of that nature because she was a hundred per cent sure she didn't book a hotel room anywhere in the city, she didn't even have the fi
'For crying out loud, whose kids are these?' A couple of women in their early twenties wondered while they stared at Susan's twins aboard their flight to the United States. 'It's offensive to take pictures of them, what if their mom finds out? It's creepy, come on, stop it' one of the young women said to the friend of hers that was taking photos of Susan's Kid's.It had been five years ago since Susan fled the country after the mysterious event that happened to her at the hotel. Now, she was returning with her four-year-old twins, a boy and a girl named Michael and Judy respectfully. These kids of hers had come to be as a result of the one-night stand incident that made her flee the country. Susan's kids were adorable. Her son, Michael, had a plain blue short-sleeved shirt on, tucked into black chinos trousers and a denim jean jacket on top. His sleek blonde hair rested on his shoulder, stretching his face out to buttress his streamlined eyes. 'Cat eyes' Michael was usually referred
The intensity of the unpleasant memories that Susan had come back to America to meet made her head feel light. She almost collapsed as a result of how suddenly her head spun. Looking at her kids while they waited for their luggage, she remembered how she so desperately wanted to have an abortion when she discovered that she was pregnant. 'I can't do this for you, Miss, I'm sorry. You'd destroy your womb, and the possibility of you ever having kids again will be minimal because of your unique health pattern. Just bear the pain of having them, children are never a loss my dear...' the doctor advised her, and so Michael and Judy were born. Susan could not help but observe how all eyes were on her children.'Do these kids belong to any celebrity out there, or what?' an onlooker thought out loud while she stared at Michael and Judy the twins. It was not new for the kids to have strangers intrude on them like that, so they didn't pay too much attention to the lady.'I swear, they have to
'Mhhm' Susan huffed when she saw Joey's face on a massive billboard while she was en route to her aunt's house from the airport.'Pure girl indeed' She yelped and briefly laughed out loud. That was the slogan that the brand Joey was advertising on behalf of chose to call her.Michael glanced at his mom and made a face that seemed to ask what the drama was about.'Mom you are always in another world' the wise Michael said innocently and continued to look out the window, taking in the splendour of the new country he was in. Susan looked at him with lovable eyes. His advanced gimmick always took her by surprise. Anytime Susan felt that Michael had reached his elastic limit in blowing her away with his magnificence, he would strike again with something else that would only raise the bar.Thinking back to Joey, Susan realized that she had not heard anything about her throughout the five years that she spent out of the United States. She had completely forgotten about Joey. Susan wasn't sur
'Hello Richie' Joey cooed at the abrasive man that sat behind the expensive desk. 'Do me the honour of being my guest at my birthday dinner, please?' she informed President Williams.'What?' the egocentric man asked her in a humdrum tone without lifting his eyes from the work he currently had his attention on. As if he didn't hear what she said the first time. 'Today is my birthday, I have a dinner party later at...' Joey was saying when the man interrupted her. 'Happy birthday Joey, but I am not showing up for your party' he replied abruptly. Joey was silent, waiting for him to state the reason for his decision, and he did when he felt she had stalled her own reply, or abrupt exit from his office long enough.'I have a lot on my plate, there's too much to do to be attending any parties' he said in a cold, harsh tone that sent a chill through Joey's spine.Joey could not understand why Richard would not ever bring himself to accommodate her into his reality the way she wanted. Every
Susan was taken aback by the number of onlookers that were at her dad's house.'What in Jupiter's name is going on here?' she muttered, the closer she got to her former house. 'I LOVE YOU JENNY CALANDA' one of the spectators yelled into the air passionately. Susan made a confused face. Who the hell was Jenny Calanda, and what was he or she doing at her house, receiving cheering from strangers? It was not until she got close enough, that she realized that her dad's house was the venue for some sort of red carpet event. There were a lot of celebrities flashing heavy smiles toward the paparazzi, and lots of cameras took several hundred shots per second at these said celebrities. 'Excuse me' Susan said confidently while she tried to pave way for herself through the clustered crowd that blocked the entrance of the house.'Hey, not so fast woman, where the hell do you think you are going?' one of the onlookers dared question Susan, blocking her off from continuing her manoeuvre towards t
'Stop pulling me as that' Susan barked at Joey, forcing her wrist free of Joey's grip while they advanced towards the garden, away from the crowd of other celebrities that had graced the event.'Did you hear that today was my birthday and I was having a celebration, so you came to ruin it?' Joey asked Susan angrily. Eyeing her with contempt. Susan's dressing irked Joey a lot, she was indeed distraught.'You didn't have to show up looking like this, you look like a damn pauper' she added. 'I don't care what you say, or think of me. I just want my mother's items, and then I'd leave your so-called event' Susan replied in a cold tone, eyeing the entire area with a nasty glance to match Joey's sting. She was hurt. Years had passed and Joey couldn't even be nice to her, at least for the first time she had seen her in four years. She called her a pauper. How nice of Joey, but Susan didn't expect any better from her. As unpopular as Joey was while they were growing up, she still managed to b
'Oh, the nerve of you Joey. You don't cease to amaze me with your stupid guts' Susan snapped at her stepsister after Joey threatened to burn her mother's clothes. The closer Richard Williams approached them, the more fire burned in Joey's belly, to enable her to say all the nasty things she could think of to Susan.'You are a bastard. Sorry to break your sorry ass bubble, but my dad told me about you when he was drunk one night. He told me this grave secret. You are a wanderer, a wild pig without anyone out there to own up to bringing your sorry ass into this world. So when I tell you that you are below my maid and that you can't even clean my bathroom, you should know that what I'm talking about is for real. You are way beneath me, Susan' Joey barked, her eyes looking towards Richard Williams from time to time while he approached them. Throughout the entire argument since it started, however sharp Susan was with her words at Joey, she maintained a sense of calm, but now that Joey had