เข้าสู่ระบบHer stomach dropped. Panic gripped her chest. How could she be so stupid? Had anyone walked in last night, a maid? Worse still, what should happen in case her parents returned earlier? Her hands covered her face, and she was breathing rapidly.
She tossed the bedding off, and crawled to the floor, snatching up her garments from the chair. She could not lift her jeans and her top because her hands trembled. Each movement was clumsy, and her body was not willing to do it.
She was at length dressed, and glancing down, deepened her breath and ran down the stairs. There was a slight odor of coffee and eggs in the kitchen. Marcus stood there, by the stove, turning something in a pan. He looked up, and his face momentarily hardened into an expression of paralyzed amazement, and then sank into composure.
"Morning," he said carefully. "You're up early."
"Uh... yeah. Morning," Ava mumbled. Her voice was tight. She made attempts to smile but she was unable to, she knew that what had occurred last night was not what she had expected to occur. But the sight of Marcus behaving so nonchalantly as if it were a common occurrence did not help.
Marcus looked at her for a moment. "You look... tense. Are you okay?"
"I... I'm fine," she said quickly. "Just... tired."
He walked closer. "I ... I am sorry. About last night I had no idea what came to me and I-
Ava shuddered at the mention of these words and she hastily interrupted him. “I don't want to talk about it. Not right now, not later. I'd... I would just prefer that we pretend there was nothing between us last night.
Marcus paused, a glance of something in his eyes. He was about to open his mouth, when she raised her hand. "Please. Not now. I'm not ready."
He made a little sigh and withdrew. "Okay," he said quietly. "If that's what you want."
The silence between them was heavy, yet no one said anything. Ava's heart raced. Not like this, she could not face him. Not after what they'd done.
"I... I will go see Riley,” she announces more to herself, trying to make it sound natural. "She wakes up early. I don't want to go out alone."
Marcus frowned. “Your parents will be down any minute. I don't think that's a good idea. Perhaps you had better keep in your room a little.”
Ava shook her head. "I... I'll be fine. I just... I need to go out."
"No," Marcus said firmly. "Stay in your room. Your mother and father will come soon enough.”
Ava hesitated, then gave up. Turning around, she went up the stairs with a twisting stomach. She closed her eyes and leaned against the door of her room after shutting it. Her body was still tense, her head spinning. She took off her clothes very fast and entered the shower, letting the hot water run over her. It enabled her to relax, at least partially.
The door was later softly knocked on. "Miss Ava," a maid said politely. "I brought breakfast."
Ava replied, looking normal, and gave back a simple “thanks” in response. She picked up the tray and sat down on the rim of her bed. She chewed but did not really taste the food as her mind kept replaying what happened the previous night with Mark and Bella and also with Marcus.
Her phone buzzed on the bed. She jumped and picked it up.
"Hello?" she whispered.
"Ava! Hey, are you there?" Mark spoke, as though nothing had happened, and his voice was easy and good-natured.
Ava's stomach twisted. "Y-Yeah... I'm here," she said, forcing calm.
"Good! It is the birthday of Bella today, you know. She really wants you there. You coming?"
Ava forced a laugh. "Of course... I'll be there."
"Great. I will be down to fetch you by and by, still in an off-hand manner.
Ava released the edge of the bed and took a deep breath, before hanging up. She could not allow anyone to notice that she was nervous. She had to act normal.
In another couple of minutes, she heard a knock at her door.
"Ava? It's Mark."
She opened the door and remained expressionless. "Hey... thanks for coming."
"No problem. You ready?"
Ava nodded. "Yeah... let's go."
The drive was quiet at first. Mark tried to make small talk. So... you have that top that I like on. Looks good on you."
Thanks, Ava replied as she stared at the window.
By the time they got there, the party was in full blast. The room was filled with music, laughter, and chatter. Nobody was left behind as people were mingling and dancing. The center of attention was occupied by Bella who was smiling, taking photos, and laughing with friends.
Ava's hands balled into a fist. She couldn't stay quiet. She simply could not allow them to pretend that nothing had occurred. She lifted her glass, quailing and yet strong.
Please may I have your attention? she said.
The room quieted. All eyes turned to her.
Ava was not too shaky in her voice, and she was well articulated. "I just want to say something. Everybody has a right to know the truth. She looked directly at Bella. Bella, Mark... you have been cheating. Right in front of me. And you two have betrayed me, I believed you both.
Gasps spread across the room. Bella's smile faltered. Mark went pale.
“You cheated, you lied, and you believed you would not be noticed by anybody,” Ava went on. “I have put my trust in you, and you just decided to deceive me…? I wish every one of you here now knows quite well who you are dealing with.”
Word went round like wildfire. Some stared at Bella and Mark. A few clapped quietly.
“Fool, you will regret this,” hissed Bella.
“I do not, and I will not,” Ava said, turning around and going to the door. She walked out followed by chaos. Mark was about to say something, but she turned her back on him and walked away.
Her phone was ringing, just as she got to the car. She answered quickly.
Ava," said her mother Patricia sharply. "We need to talk. Come home."
The engagement dinner was to be jovial.Patricia kept saying this.The tables were arranged in a nice way. Candles were glowing softly. Plates were lined up perfectly. It all was so pleasant and cozy, yet the air was thick, as though no one was willing to breathe.Ava was seated beside Mark, with her hands clasped together on her lap. She smiled honeyedly, without it reaching her eyes."Sit up straight," she hissed to her as she flew behind her. "People are watching."Ava straightened right away. "Yes, Mom."Mark leaned closer. "You okay?" he asked quietly."Yes," Ava replied too fast. "I'm fine."Mark gazed at her and made no reply.On the other side of the table, Marcus was observing them. In front of him stood a glass of wine, which was untouched. His face was clenched, his gaze staring right at Ava.So, Patricia said loudly, raising her glass, “I would like to thank you all who came on such short notice.”Soft murmurs followed.This involvement was earlier than usual, and Patricia
Bella didn’t sleep that night. She sat bent over the small table in the living room, with crossed arms and a vibrating brain. As Mark re-emerged the next morning out of the bedroom, she was already waiting. “We need to talk,” Bella said. Mark stopped. “About what?” “You are quite aware of what this is all about,” she said. He sighed and walked closer. “Everything I told you last night was all there was to say, Bella.”“You said you are not certain,” Bella had to correct him. “That’s not enough.” Mark rubbed his neck. “What do you want from me?” “I desire proof; I want evidence,” Bella said. Mark frowned. “Proof of what?” “Of the truth,” she said. “Of whether or not that baby really is yours.”Mark shook his head. “I don’t even know how to do that.” Bella leaned forward. “Then we find out.” “How?” Mark asked, his voice tense. Bella stood up. “Dates. Timelines. Messages. Whatever tells us when Ava might have conceived a child. Mark hesitated. “That feels wrong.” Bella look
Mark has not been himself over the past few days.He began to bark at even the trifles. He stayed out way too late. And when he reached home, he did not say much. The smile which he had so naturally thrown on now was as unnatural as if it did not belong to him.Bella observed the minutest detail.Mark was sitting on the edge of the couch that afternoon, staring at his phone with no eyes. Bella was opposite him in the room and was monitoring him."You're doing it again," she said.Mark frowned. "Doing what?""Pulling away," Bella replied. You have hardly looked at me all week.“I am just weary; I am tired,” Mark said, rubbing his face. "Work's been stressful. And there’s school too."Bella crossed her arms. “Since when does work make you this angry?”Mark sighed. "I'm not angry."“Sure you are, you are,” said Bella. "You're irritated. You shout at me and pretend nothing has occurred.”Mark stood up. "Can we not do this right now?"Bella stepped in front of him. "No. We're doing it now.
There was no conversation in the house that night.It was too quiet.Most of the lights were turned off, and the hallway seemed to be endless when Marcus walked towards the back door. On the side of the house, the garden was dark with one light on the porch. There was Ava, standing, hugging herself, and looking into the blackness.She'd come when he asked.That already caused him to experience the burden of it all.“Ava,” Marcus said softly.She whipped about, startled, and then fell as she saw him. “You said you wanted to talk.”“Yeah,” Marcus replied. He walked up to her, but at a distance, as though he did not want to scare her. “Thanks for coming.”Ava nodded. “I don’t have much time.”“I will not detain you for long,” he said. There was some silence. The night air was cool. There was the sound of a car somewhere in the distance.Marcus took a slow breath. I have heard of the engagement dinner.Ava’s shoulders stiffened. “My mom moves fast, you know.”“Yeah,” Marcus said quietly.
The dining room was too quiet.Ava was sitting at a table, her hands clasped in her lap. Patricia was sitting right across from her and set the plates with super accuracy. Ava shuddered with every piece of noise the ceramics made on the wooden table.Patricia cleared her throat.“My mind has been made up,” she said.Ava's stomach tightened. So her mom went on, “And we’re not to argue about it in the future. Are we clear on that?”"Yes, Mom,” Ava responded softly.At last, Patricia laid down the last plate and sat down. She looked at Ava full on with serious eyes.“We will be having an engagement dinner soon,” Patricia said.Ava blinked. "An... engagement dinner?""Yes," Patricia replied. "For you and Mark."Ava's breath caught. "But... we just"“Next week,” said Patricia, cutting Ava off. "Saturday evening."Next week.The words painfully echoed in Ava’s head.“Very soon, very soon,” Ava said to herself.Patricia tilted her head. "It needs to be done.""Why?" Insistently, Ava question
Everybody had gone, and the courtyard was very quiet.Most students had already gone home. But Ava sat on a low concrete bench under a tree, her bag beside her, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her stomach still felt uneasy, but this time it wasn’t sickness. It was fear.She knew Riley would find her.And truthfully, it always has been the case.“Ava.” Her name brought her in a hunched position. She did not immediately look up.Riley was a couple of steps off with a grave expression. No longer that adorable, anxious air of the previous time. Her eyes were sharp now, and hunting.“You left me, Ava, you did,” said Riley.Ava shoved a small shrug. “I had to beat the class.”You were saved by that bell, Riley said. “And you know it.”Ava finally looked up. “Riley, please. I’m exhausted,” she said.Riley stepped closer. “Then stop running,” she said. Ava blushed and turned her head away. “I am not running away from anything,” she said.Riley laughed short. “Don’t lie to me,” she said.







