When I woke up the following day, I felt like I had done a strenuous work before going to bed. I mean, my body ached... especially the muscles. I had to take warm bath and apply a pain relief balm before going downstairs to prepare breakfast.
When I was downstairs, I couldn't fine Aunt Vicky. She must have wake up in the middle of the night and headed straight to her room. I heaved a sigh as the thoughts of what happened yesterday came into my mind.
Now Jessica was in the police station. I couldn't even believe it because the way Aunt Vicky pampered her, I never knew she would allow her to spend some time under police custody, especially in a prison cell.
Aunt Vicky loved her daughter a lot, but now that love was beginning to vanish as her eyes were starting to be clear concerning Jessica's shenanigans. I was very happy that she was finally back to her senses.
I turned on the gas cooker and began warming the remaining food we prepared for dinner the day prior. Aunt Vicky had not touched her own and Jessica was unable to eat hers the fact that she left the house without taking anything for dinner.
She should have at least taken something, right? Anyways, Aunt Vicky must have bought something for her before coming even though I believed Jessica must have turned it down. But I also believed when hunger strikes, she would definitely yearn or crave for something to swallow down to her stomach.
After warming the food, I realized it wouldn't be enough for the three of us to eat as breakfast hence I cooked a pack of noodles for myself and left the rice and stew for them. I didn't want to sound disrespectful, you know, that was why I did that.
While eating in the dining island, Aunt Vicky came downstairs looking exhausted. We greeted and she asked if I had seen her phone. Unfortunately, when I came downstairs I didn't check the sitting room well to see if she had left her room or not.
Thus, I stopped eating and helped her in searching for it. luckily for us, she found it on the floor with it's half body under the couch. She gently picked it and heaved a sigh before dialing the police's line and asking about Jessica. Mother love, I see!
I mean, she didn't even talk about eating or something. What was in her mind was how to communicate with her daughter. That was nice, it was really impressive, and I loved it. But in as much as I loved it, I didn't want Jessica to feel like she was so important that her mother had to call to check on her this early morning.
Well, of course she's important, the fact that she's the one and only child. But not so important to the point Aunt Vicky's life should depend on the stubborn girl's happiness, that would always end in tears because her heart would always be broken by Jessica.
Talking about Jessica breaking Aunt Vicky's heart, well the girl refused to talk to her mother on phone even though, according to the police she was hearing whatever her mother was saying as they put the conversation on a loud speaker mode or public mode.
Judging from the whole thing, Jessica was very angry with her mother. By the way, do anybody needs to be told that the girl was angry? Of course she would be angry, who wouldn't?
Even though it was for the greater good, and she also knew it, well not everybody would like to be arrested and detained in the police station. Not even when they did bad things. I wouldn't love to sleep in the police's cell too. No, wouldn't like that.
As for Jessica, her father was a sheriff deputy. A county cop. What would the criminals say when they see her in the cell together with other criminals? Well, some of them would laugh at her in a mocking manner. They might even narrate how they suffered in cell or jail for what her dad did to them.
That was one solid reason why being a police or law enforcement agent's child isn't my thing, although some people like to be one. Some in order to abuse other people or have their offenders handled, that kind of immunity a child would always love to have.
I guess people are different. I never wished to be a law enforcement agent's daughter, and even if I do I wouldn't be able to change destiny, right? If my dad was destined to not be a cop, no cries and imploration would ever make him to become one. Same goes to my mom, the apple of my eye.
Anyways, Jessica's unwillingness to speak to her mom didn't physically hurt her mom as the woman was more convinced by the police response that her daughter was fine and that she could come and see her anytime she's ready. "Thank you, Lorraine" Aunt Vicky said to her officer friend before ending the call with an obvious sigh of relief.
I was happy to see her happy, at least she wouldn't be wearing another sad face anytime soon. She's more beautiful when she smile. And whenever she frown her face or wear an angry face, she would look awful. If only I could tell her so she could amend, but I was very scared to do that. It may sound disrespectful to her even though she was the understanding type.
She gently walked over to the dining island, fetched her food and sat in the dining table. She then began eating peacefully while going through her phone every now and then. "You warmed it well" she commented, making me to smile.
"Thank you, ma" I said.
Then I waited for her to finish eating before clearing the table and going back to my room to prepare for my outing with Frank. We would be going out of town, to Vincity soon.
After getting myself prepared into one of my best gowns, I went to Aunty Vicky and told her I was leaving. She was curious as to where I was going to, and when I told her I was going out with Frank she approved immediately.
Surprisingly, just as I was about heading out we heard a knock on the door. And when I checked, I realized it was Frank. He was standing at the doorway with a broad smile on his face. "Hi, you look... amazing" he complemented my beauty.
"Thank you" I said and welcomed him in to greet Aunt Vicky. The two exchanged pleasantries and thus, we both headed out to a black SUV outside... which he came with. He wasn't the one driver, it was someone... probably from our company.
By the way, the car itself was one of StableGrid's fleet of cars. It had it logo and had the same design, exterior and interior with the rest of the company's SUV. I had seen some before, and I had glanced in through the glasses. I heard only high ranking staff are given one as official car by the company.
