Hannah
stayed in bed, lying on her side like a babe. The quiet stillness was suddenly
erupted with a piercing scream, “NO!”
She rolled on her stomach with
her face stuffed into the pillows, trying to block out the sound of new mommy
in her mind.
You were a bad, bad girl,
little Hannah. And you know what happens to bad girls.
“No, I wasn’t. I didn’t do
anything. I promise,” Hannah sobbed.
You’re a fucking LIAR!
“No, no, no,” Hannah cried, tortured.
Crouched on her knees, she
slowly tried to sit up, but then remembered last night and then again this
morning…and her stomach convulsed. She staggered out of bed as quickly as
possible, heaving as she went; the contents of her stomach spewed across the
bathroom floor.
Horrified, she sank to her
knees. As she looked at the mess she had made, her trembling hand covered her
mouth. “Oh God, no.”
“I TOLD YOU THE LAST TIME—I
WOULD KILL YOU IF YOU DID THIS AGAIN!”
“No mommy, it’s not like
before, I swear,” Hannah pleaded.
Through the horrific nightmare,
Hannah heard a pounding on her bedroom door.
“Miss Fairbanks, are you all right
in there?” Consuela asked.
Miss Fairbanks, she had said
Miss Fairbanks. This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t real. New
mommy was dead, but even if she wasn’t, the fucking bitch’s tongue had been cut
out. Hannah had wanted it that way. She never wanted to hear the sound of her
voice again.
“Go away, Consuela,” Hannah
said shakily as she stood and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She took
several deep breathes, but none of them calmed her. This was Willow’s fault. Everything
was Willow’s fault because she hadn’t played by the rules. Willow was a
cheater, but she had picked the wrong bitch to cheat. Hannah would show her
what happened to people who didn’t play by the rules.
Willow made it to her afternoon
appointment on time even though the last thing she wanted to do was talk about
weddings. Her eyes were a bit puffy as she had spent most of the morning
crying, but she thought she had done a decent enough job of concealing it. She
was wrong.
As soon as Kate opened the
door, she said, “Hello…have you been crying?”
“No, I just stayed up later
than I should have,” Willow lied, looking anxiously around for Sam. He seemed
polite enough, but Willow had a feeling he didn’t like her. She wasn’t sure
what she had ever done to offend him, and he had never been outright rude, but it
was the way he looked at her—as if she had no business being a part of his
life.
“He’s not here,” Kate said.
“Oh, I didn’t know. He just
seems to be so opinionated about the dress,” Willow said, trying to casual.
“It probably has something to
do with him being a transvestite,” Kate shrugged then smiled, “but Sam can be a
real bitch when he wants to. Sorry if he has offended you.”
“He hasn’t,” Willow denied
quickly.
“Give him time and a little
makeup,” Kate chuckled. “He’s really very sweet once you get to know him. I
blame Hannah, and speaking of, since it is just the two of us, why on earth are
you with that witch?”
“I’m not with her. I work for
her,” Willow corrected drily.
“All right then, why on earth
are you working for that witch?”
“She has a lot of connections
in the industry. This internship can get my foot in the door.”
“So would selling your soul to
the devil, and honestly, I don’t think there is that much of a difference. You
deserve better. I don’t even know you that well, but I know you deserve better
than Hannah. Let’s face it, Satan himself would deserve better than her.”
“She’s really not that…” Willow
started to say bad but the word stuck in her throat because it wasn’t
true. The very worst part about this morning, the part that ripped her heart in
two, was that Willow realized everything everyone had said about Hannah
Fairbanks was true. She was an awful, miserable, selfish, cruel bitch. It was
all true, but
stayed in bed, lying on her side like a babe. The quiet stillness was suddenly
erupted with a piercing scream, “NO!”
She rolled on her stomach with
her face stuffed into the pillows, trying to block out the sound of new mommy
in her mind.
You were a bad, bad girl,
little Hannah. And you know what happens to bad girls.
“No, I wasn’t. I didn’t do
anything. I promise,” Hannah sobbed.
You’re a fucking LIAR!
“No, no, no,” Hannah cried, tortured.
Crouched on her knees, she
slowly tried to sit up, but then remembered last night and then again this
morning…and her stomach convulsed. She staggered out of bed as quickly as
possible, heaving as she went; the contents of her stomach spewed across the
bathroom floor.
Horrified, she sank to her
knees. As she looked at the mess she had made, her trembling hand covered her
mouth. “Oh God, no.”
“I TOLD YOU THE LAST TIME—I
WOULD KILL YOU IF YOU DID THIS AGAIN!”
“No mommy, it’s not like
before, I swear,” Hannah pleaded.
Through the horrific nightmare,
Hannah heard a pounding on her bedroom door.
“Miss Fairbanks, are you all right
in there?” Consuela asked.
Miss Fairbanks, she had said
Miss Fairbanks. This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t real. New
mommy was dead, but even if she wasn’t, the fucking bitch’s tongue had been cut
out. Hannah had wanted it that way. She never wanted to hear the sound of her
voice again.
“Go away, Consuela,” Hannah
said shakily as she stood and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She took
several deep breathes, but none of them calmed her. This was Willow’s fault. Everything
was Willow’s fault because she hadn’t played by the rules. Willow was a
cheater, but she had picked the wrong bitch to cheat. Hannah would show her
what happened to people who didn’t play by the rules.
Willow made it to her afternoon
appointment on time even though the last thing she wanted to do was talk about
weddings. Her eyes were a bit puffy as she had spent most of the morning
crying, but she thought she had done a decent enough job of concealing it. She
was wrong.
As soon as Kate opened the
door, she said, “Hello…have you been crying?”
“No, I just stayed up later
than I should have,” Willow lied, looking anxiously around for Sam. He seemed
polite enough, but Willow had a feeling he didn’t like her. She wasn’t sure
what she had ever done to offend him, and he had never been outright rude, but it
was the way he looked at her—as if she had no business being a part of his
life.
“He’s not here,” Kate said.
“Oh, I didn’t know. He just
seems to be so opinionated about the dress,” Willow said, trying to casual.
“It probably has something to
do with him being a transvestite,” Kate shrugged then smiled, “but Sam can be a
real bitch when he wants to. Sorry if he has offended you.”
“He hasn’t,” Willow denied
quickly.
“Give him time and a little
makeup,” Kate chuckled. “He’s really very sweet once you get to know him. I
blame Hannah, and speaking of, since it is just the two of us, why on earth are
you with that witch?”
“I’m not with her. I work for
her,” Willow corrected drily.
“All right then, why on earth
are you working for that witch?”
“She has a lot of connections
in the industry. This internship can get my foot in the door.”
“So would selling your soul to
the devil, and honestly, I don’t think there is that much of a difference. You
deserve better. I don’t even know you that well, but I know you deserve better
than Hannah. Let’s face it, Satan himself would deserve better than her.”
“She’s really not that…” Willow
started to say bad but the word stuck in her throat because it wasn’t
true. The very worst part about this morning, the part that ripped her heart in
two, was that Willow realized everything everyone had said about Hannah
Fairbanks was true. She was an awful, miserable, selfish, cruel bitch. It was
all true, but
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