Electric Lies

Jason P.O.V 

I can't believe what I'm hearing — it shattered my heart into a million pieces. My inner demons were fighting to stand strong as I looked at her with so much disgust. 

I fought back the tears forcing their way out, but I knew she wasn't worth them. 

I tried to make sense of her betrayal, but Mrs Cash’s voice cut through as she kept hammering on about the money she was owned, which angered every fiber in my being. 

Before I could speak, Mrs. Cash intervened, “Oh, it's such a pity that your fairytale comes to an end… but reality doesn't care,” she said, her grin dripping with mischief. 

I kept wondering how I would react to this situation when I suddenly felt a hand trying to hold mine, and I snapped immediately. “Don't you dare touch me,” I snapped, my glare dripping with loathing, still clenching my fists to steady my anger. 

My eyes kept staring at the smug, aging woman standing shamelessly at my doorstep while my fist clenched and unclenched with restrained fury. 

I looked straight at Brinda, my anger blinding me, and I slammed my fist on the wall next to her in rage. 

“I can't believe I just did that — this isn't me”, my mind kept repeating while staring at my unlawful action. 

A piece of me wanted to apologize to her for my sudden action, but I was so consumed by her betrayal that I only wished she felt what I did. 

She looked at me with so much shock, but I left her and turned my eyes to the major problem. 

“Miss Cash, you need to get the hell out of my property — before I call the police. And I hate to repeat myself.”

Before I could further vent my anger, she hushed me and said, “Darling, you know you shouldn't hit a pregnant woman. My timing was wrong, but don't worry—I’ll be back. 

She entered her SUV and zoomed off while I kept staring at the broken presence standing beside me. 

“J-Jason… p-please… forgive me,” she sobbed. But all I felt was cold resentment. 

“Jason, if you don't want me around, just say so. I can't keep enduring your cruelty — it's tearing me apart.” She kept pouring out of her tender lips. 

“Maybe it's best if I end this pregnancy — so we can both finally have peace. I won't let my past ruin our future.” She stuttered, with tears flowing down her flushed cheeks. 

She turned to leave. A part of me wanted her close, but the questions kept screaming — why would she hide something this big, especially with my child inside her? 

As she was about to exit the door, I knew if she left I would somehow feel guilty, which I quickly grabbed her wrist, slowing my breathing to calm my anger. 

“You're staying — at least until the baby's born”, I said firmly, fighting back the aching pain I felt even though I didn't know Brinda, our bodies kept, electrifying which was still a mystery to me. 

I drew her close. Our faces inches apart. Her lips trembled slightly parted. But I couldn't read her anymore when I suddenly heard a tiny voice ringing in my head: “Miss Cash… She didn't tell you, huh? Your precious girl's not so innocent — and she still owes me.”

I suddenly created a gap between us and redirected my face, knowing it would leave her in pain, but I felt she truly deserved it and nothing less. 

“If you need anything, make yourself at home — but cross me again, and you'll regret it.” I said, staring at her as I climbed the stairs, desperate to escape the wreckage of this night. 

Once I noticed I was out of Brinda's sight, I hurried to my room wondering how her past tied to Miss Cash.

I ran a hand down my face, pacing in circles, desperate to try to know what she's hiding, and what she'll do if she ever finds out about mine.

I threw myself into bed instantly, wondering my next course of action. 

“I need to uncover her past — before it pulls me under too,” I thought, drowning in a sea of endless questions.