"You should go home, take a goodnight rest and we'll stay. We'll take turns in looking after him",Mrs Jenna had insisted empathetically.The doctor had informed us that they got the bullet out before any more vital organs could be damaged. Uncle Mike was going to live and I had vowed not to leave him until he woke up from his coma so when Mrs Jenna told me to go home, I couldn't."I'll stay", I had said quietly."You've not seen yourself in the mirror, have you? Eleanor you look terrible so terrible that your uncle would relapse into a coma again if he woke up and saw you", Drizella had chimed in comically.I said my goodbyes to Uncle Mike hugging him and promising him I would be back come the next day even though he couldn't hear me. The doctor said Uncle Mike had fought to stay alive all that was left for him, was to regain consciousness. I didn't lose hope. He was going to come to, in the next few days. I felt it.I knew it.And with high hopes, Martin had drove me, Chica and Fey h

I went back to my room right after Eleanor had left the house sobbing. I practically ran up the stairs finding Isadora still sleeping in my room.I was infuriated! Why would she continue sleeping after Eleanor found us both naked in my room?"Get out", I huffed angrily.She wiggled her body in bed groaning,"Oh come on, Klaus. I thought I would stay for breakfast? Maybe join you in the shower?"My fingers traced the thin lines already forming on my forehead."Are you kidding me right now? Eleanor just saw us. Eleanor thinks that we slept together. I told you there is nothing that will ever exist between us and you want to join me in the shower?Have you lost your mind, huh! I don't love you, Isadora. Do I have to spell it out?I don't love you! And before I do something I might regret, I need you to leave!" I huffed, my chest heaving up and down in anger. I didn't mean to be insensitive but I had to. Isadora wouldn't listen to reason. I loved Eleanor, nothing would change that not e

I lay low at John's place for about three days. I knew I had to sooner or later confront the inevitable that I was possibly Greg's daughter and most definitely Isadora's sister much to my dismay.John was at work like he always was and today was the D-Day. I held onto my mug of coffee watching the sun rise through the enormous glass wall view of John's apartment.Today was Gregory's regular checkups and with the help of John, we were finally going to have Gregory's samples for the DNA test.According to the plan, John would come up with some doctor shit asking Gregory to take some swabs of his saliva to run tests on his heart condition and later during the day, he would take my samples and my supposed father's to a DNA testing clinic within the hospital he worked.If I was his daughter, I would confront him tell him the truth about the Rogers; what they did to me to them because I had a gut feeling Jenna Rogers was involved in everything.I wouldn't demand anything from him but in my

"You bastard!""My daughter! You hid my own daughter from me!" I stretched my legs on the bed, waking up and scanning the room for anything peculiar. I could have sworn I heard Gregory shouting and the thought about who he was shouting at scared me.I slowly got out of bed pulling the floral pillows from Marrakech to the side. The room I was staying at was nothing but gorgeous. The walls together with the Phillip Lloyd Powell chairs deployed tranquil tones of grey.Just opposite the chairs was a luxury walk in wardrobe filled with some of Isadora's old clothes. Not that I was staying in her room rather Marie thought since I didn't have any clothes with me, I could as well wear Isadora's old ones.Once my feet got into the fuzzy slippers, I went to the glass doors sliding them open. They led to an outside balcony that managed to capture the beauty of the vegetation of Montgomery's estate.I held my arms tighter once the harsh wind slapped my arms. I heard grunting once more and Gregor

"But Jenna wouldn't possibly do this! She was my friend",Marie exclaimed and I could now start to see where I got my 'trusting on the wrong people nature' from.She was just as naive as me to think that her husband's ex would want nothing more but to be friends with her."I assure you,Marie she hates me and maybe even you too. She made it clear to me that she wanted me out of her life back then", I fired back watching Marie leave my hands and withdraw hers to her lap.She was disappointed no doubt, because up until now calling her mom was hard. But that didn't mean I didn't consider her my mother. I was starting to love her little by little.Like yesterday once she learnt of my existence, she hadn't left my side urging me to tell her everything that happened to me for the past ten to fifteen years of my life. And even when she brought me up to this room I was so sure she must have slept in the next room to make sure I was comfortable."It's just all confusing and unbelievable. And Mic