"Don't worry aunt Vicky," I said, calming the depressed woman, "Jessica is definitely going to confess when I finally reveal Reade's biggest secret to her, his secret love life in the Mainland"
"Secret... what? Love life? What do you mean?" Aunt Vicky was surprised, her brows were wrinkled and her jaw was dropped in bewilderment. She had no idea what she was about to hear, she would be more devastated when I break the egg to her.
"Reade has a girlfriend, and the two have a baby together. They live in an apartment building in the Mainland" I elaborated and continued, "I can take you there if you want me to, or perhaps I should just give you the address to the house"
"What the..." she muttered as she gulped her, obviously disappointed by the shocking news, "Are you sure about this?" she asked in order to confirm.
"Definitely, you can pay them a visit if you like. 36th Main Street, Building Number 18th, Room Number 22nd. I was shocked to find out too, I was at the Street earlier" I frankly uttered and watched as she mulled over it, she was so speechless that I had to ask if everything was fine. She didn't really look good with the way she reacted, her expression said it all.
"Thank you, Laura, for this vital information. I need to talk to Jessica, it's time I talk another sense into her. This time around, I will use iron fists. She's free to leave the house if she's not ready to comply" she angrily said and began heading towards the stairway without hesitation.
"Take it easy, Aunt, please" I implored her.
"I will, don't worry about it. Just continue with the cooking, I will get back as soon as I am done" she said with no iota of joke in her face, and left like a breeze eager to rustle the leaves of the trees.
A part of me didn't like what was about to happen while the other part of me wanted it. Jessica needs to return back to her senses before it's too later, she had drifted so far already. And soon she might end up in jail if she didn't get back to her senses.
While cooking, I could hear Aunt Vicky yelling at her upstairs. Albeit I couldn't grab what she was saying the fact that it wasn't clear. Jessica's voice could also be heard, probably trying to defend herself. They both had loud voice and when they are arguing, you would think they were fighting or something.
Like mother like daughter, I disliked to see children debating or engaging into hot arguments with their parents, however in Jessica and Aunt Vicky's case I always wanted to see Aunt Vicky talking senses into Jessica, her spoiled child because Jessica was a very stubborn girl with the heart of stone.
When I first came to Cornfield, I thought I had found like me. Someone to share my worries with. Someone to keep me company. Someone I could talk out my mind to. Someone I could confide in. But sadly, Jessica wasn't that kind of a person. She showed me her true colours earlier than I thought, and how different she was from me.
And despite the fact I was a year older than her, she treated me as if we were mates or I was younger than her. Nevertheless, I still tried to be nice and kind to her until recently that her stupidity became too much and unbearable for me. Even so, I still wanted nothing for her but good. Same thing I wanted or wished for myself.
They kept on talking, and when I was done cooking I arranged the table. While waiting for them to come downstairs, my phone began ringing. It was a call from Shirley. "Hello!" I said as soon as I picked the call.
"Hi, Laura. Guess what happened?" she said, and I could perceive the excitement in her voice. She probably had a good news to share with me, but what could be that good news? I wondered.
"Tell me about it" I said, eager to hear what she had to say.
"Okay," she cleared her throat, "the police just left our house, they lifted the ban on movement they placed upon me. This means I am no longer under house arrest!" she uttered in excitement.
"Wow, really?" I was kind of surprised, you know? I actually didn't expect that so soon the fact that the real culprit behind it had not been fished out yet.
"Yes, same also Suzanna, Vivian and Jack. We just finished talking on conference call. However, I heard Jessica is still under house arrest, that she was concealing something. I hope she didn't conspire with the culprit?" she said, somehow rendering me speechless. "Laura, are you there?" she asked when she didn't hear anything from me. A lot had been going on in my mind, actually.
"Yes, I am fine. It's just that, I am worried for Jessica. I think she's trying to protect Reade, not knowing he might be the real culprit" I uttered.
"But what if he wasn't the one? What if there is another guy, someone we don't know about?" she said.
"I don't think so. If you could recall, I asked you about him when I came to your house, isn't it?" I wrinked a brow as if she was right in front of me.
"Yes, you did" she responded through the phone.
"Well, I saw him while on my way home from Suzanna's house and traced him to where he lived, an apartment building in 36th Main Street" I apprised her.
"Wow, but does that mean anything? I mean, it still didn't add up. I am not trying to support him but if the police arrested him for what he didn't do, he may end up suing the entire department to court. What do you think?" she said, annoying me.
"I think you aren't aware of the fact that he has a girlfriend there, and they both have a baby together. You have no idea, that's why you said all that" I muttered, laying emphasis on my last few words to tell her how serious I was.
"What the f*ck!" she exclaimed, "Did you apprise Jessica about it?" she asked.
"Her mother is doing that for me, however I don't think she's going to believe until she sees it for herself" I muttered.
"Crazy bit*h, that as*hole has turned her into his puppet. I won't be surprised if, even after seeing the whole thing, she still refuses to believe" she said and continued, "I don't really want her to go down with him, please try talking senses into her. I would like to come and help you guys too but my mom, she's something else. She doesn't want me out this soon"
"I understand," I uttered, and just as I was about uttering another word, Jessica came downstairs angrily with Aunt Vicky trailing behind her and raining insults on her.
"Happy now?" Jessica yelled at me, "Bi*ch, ever since you came to this house you've been causing problem for me. I hate you Laura, I wish you leave soon and never come back!" she said and then walked out of the house, ignoring whatever her mother had to say.
Aunt Vicky tried to call her back but Jessica was already out of control, she left the house despite being under house arrest. However, to avoid causing drama outside Aunt Vicky decided not to follow her out.
As she paced around, murmuring and thinking about about what to do, her phone rang. She quickly took it from the center table and behold, it was the cops. They asked if Jessica was at home. Like seriously? How did they even know she went out? They had never called to ask until now, now that she stormed out of the house alone.
Seriously, I didn't know how they knew she went it out the fact that she wasn't wearing any tracker. The cops didn't issue it to her and others in the first place. Perhaps one of our neighbors was tasked or paid to keep an eye on us, but who could that be? Who would do that? I kept wondering while Aunt Vicky continued her conversation with the cops.
When she was done talking to the cops, she went out without saying a word to me. That was odd, however I didn't mind the fact that I knew where she was heading to. She was either going after Jessica or heading to the police station. The whole thing made me wondered if Jessica was possessed because, judging from what was going on she was the one behind everything.
If she had been careful and sensible enough to not lead a squad into a jewelry store, this whole thing wouldn't be happening. Also, if she wasn't the stubborn type the case would have been settled long ago. She would have been free, roaming the streets of Cornfield and even paying friends visits in the Mainland. But since she wasn't cooperative, that's why things were just the way they currently were.
I huffed and gently began eating. While I ate, I kept thinking about what was going on. I mean, the whole thing. For some unknown reasons, I began having a strange thought. What if prison life will help Jessica improve her life, like to change and become a good person? I had heard a lot about prison life, how it used to change people. Perhaps that would be good for her, she obviously wanted it too that was why she wasn't cooperating.
But definitely, Aunt Vicky would be broken. She might like the idea at thr beginning, but as soon as she starts missing her daughter she would definitely look forward to seeing her being released. Mother love, you know? Legend has it, we will never know until we have your own kids.
Talking about having kids, I would really love to have my own kids soon. Before, I what I had in mind was job. But now that I had gotten a job, I had started thinking about having kids lately. Kids are amazing, you know? Especially when they are raised properly. I am not talking about kids like Jessica that turned out to be stubborn brats. I am talking about kids with same mindsets as me.
I know it's not easy to shape a child to become a good samaritan, sometimes it takes a lot of efforts, and unimaginable trainings. For example, you mustn't give the child everything he needs. No, not all the time. And learn not to always support the child, especially when they do something wrong. Some parents are fond of supporting every little thing their kids do, whether good or bad. And even if their children deliberately lay their hands on other kids, they would call it self-defense.
I intended to show love to my future kids love, but not too much love. Of course I would deal with them whenever they mess up, infact I would make sure I don't always smile at them. But I know, without a supportive partner all my dreams would end up in vain.
Sometimes, the main reason why some children ended up being thugs or brutes isn't because their parents weren't disciplinary, but because one of their parents isn't supportive in the course of raising them. And the other parent ends up doing everything on his or her own. Wouldn't that be stressful? Of course one parent can't do it all, especially if the kids are many.
Hopefully, I will have a good partner, someone that will not only show me love but also make cute kids with me and help me raise the good-looking angels together.
As I thought to myself, I imagined myself in a gown. Wedding gown, and Frank in an armani suit, standing by myself. I quickly snapped out of it and wondered if that would ever happen. He likes me, and I am beginning to like him too but would his parents agree to our union?
