I Didn't Do It Serie Novels & Stories

“I didn’t know this was going to happen. I swear to you, I was careful with her. That child… it could still not be mine.” I swallowed hard, sniffing back more tears. “If you’re so sure,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “Then answer me,did you use protection, Richard? Did you use a damn condom?” . “Payton… I’m sorry—”. “Answer the question!” I snapped, my voice rising. “Did. You. Use. Protection?” He looked down, ashamed. “No. I didn’t. But I didn’t finish inside her. I know for a fact I didn’t. Like I said before, we’ll do a DNA test. It will prove it isn’t mine.”

"You're hurt. We should get you-" She turned her face away from my hands. "I'm fine." She snapped. "Thank you for well... you know," She gestured at Damon's unconscious body. "You can leave." "You're not fine," "Leave, Theo." "I found out the truth." The words tumbled out. "The footage was doctored. It was Serena at that safe, not you. I know everything, I know what Vivienne did, what Damon did, what all of them did and I know you were telling me the truth in that room and I should have-"

“Nothing,” I said, though the pain inside me was a heavy stone. “You are acting funny,” Damian said, watching me with that steady look he always used “It’s not that,” I tried to smile, but it failed. “Never mind. It’s my sister, Aria.” I lied as the words left my mouth. He watched me for a long moment, then exhaled slowly. “Okay,” he said finally, like that closed the matter. My phone rang then. I jumped at the sound. Was very surprised to see the name on the screen

I clutched the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Yasmine's words cut like knives, stabbing into my heart repeatedly. But this time, I didn't cry. I took off the ruby necklace around my neck and gently set it on the coffee table. Inside the item was a micro-camera that had recorded every cruel word and provocation Yasmine had ever thrown at me. Arnold would see it. And when he did, he would know the truth. But to me, it didn't matter anymore. … Meanwhile, Arnold was growing increasingly uneasy as a deep panic filled his chest. He wanted to return to the hospital to find me.

Lauren sobbed, "No, I swear. That's my brother. I didn't get surgery. I'm all natural." Done with her act, Roger tossed his phone at her. "Here's the detective's report. Look for yourself. Your shady past started at 15." ... Lauren shook as she read her rap sheet. She dropped to her knees, but it was too late. Roger slapped her. "You're full of lies! You make me sick! How dare you come between us and Angie?"

SERENA "What have you done Serena," I muttered to myself as I recalled how we came into this room and what I had let myself do with a man I didn't know. "I don't want to think about anything. Makes me forget. Kiss me," I said to the handsome stranger. As I recalled the words i said to him, I couldn’t help but stare at him whilst he slept beside me and then at myself. I had sex with him. I shouldn't have. I didn’t know him and I left the pack house without anyone knowing where I was.

I didn't. I could say it was because we were interrupted before I could even get the chance to, I could say it was because I felt bad for the guy- I could come up with a shit ton of different excuses to explain myself but the fact of the matter was that I didn't do what I normally would've and the reason was... well, I don't know. And then, as if things weren't weird enough already, I go and pull that shit at the Ferris wheel. Seriously!?

I sank into the chair, elbows on my knees, head in my hands. Zayn and Alex stood across from me, both of them still absorbing everything I’d explained. They looked angry enough to rip Daniella apart with their bare hands. “So,” Zayn finally said, slowly, cautiously. “You’re saying you didn’t do it on purpose?” I lifted my head, glaring at him. “Of course not!” I snapped. “I didn’t have a fucking choice.” I grabbed the beer beside me, chugging down half of it like it might help the pressure in my chest.

I walked in as if nothing were amiss, pulled out my phone, and snapped a photo. If I wanted the divorce to go smoothly, it didn't hurt to have a little extra evidence. The moment Lindsey saw me, she pushed Ian away in a panic. Her face drained of color, her eyes wide with guilt and fear. "George… what are you doing here?" Ian, who had just been playing the pitiful lover, froze at the sound of my name. Disbelief swept across his face. Neither of them wanted to be embarrassed in front of so many people. Expressionless, I said evenly, "I'm here for the family of Patient 207. They need to sign some documents."

That tension, that dang flutter. That space where I didn’t know whether to scream or lean in. “Why do you keep doing this?” I asked. He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Doing what, hm?” “Acting like this is something it’s not.” He looked up at my eyes. And this time, he didn’t avoid it. “It’s not nothing Sera.” (Gulp) “But- but it’s not something either.” He nodded once, like he hated that I was right. And then, quietly: