THE TRIAL
1026 Words
THE TRIAL
*FIONA*
She blessed both her cheeks with her palms.
The can of soda fell to the ground, fizzing and spilling it's content on the cream colored Persian rug.
"Fiona!" Mike shouted, before rushing to stop her before she could do more damage.
He pulled her away from Jane, who strangely remained calm.
"Let me go, Mike." Fiona warned.
"No, you are not fighting your sister...I didn't do anything with her. You have to believe me."
Fiona wasn't hearing him, or at least she was, but wasn't interested in anything he had to say. "I didn't slap her because she....." She had to vomit the words. "Slept with you....I warned her and she refused to listen..so long as you are in this house Jane you will not disrespect me, or my husband.. Get out! Before I call security to get you."
" Fine then...I just tried helping you..but you asked for this..." A coldness solidified in Jane's eyes as she turned to Mike. " I hope you are ready to take responsibility for this." She rubbed her stomach affectionately, before trotting out of the house.
Tried helping her?
When she closed the door behind her, Fiona went to pick the purple pant. "You guys must have really enjoyed yourselves to have been this reckless."
" Why are you even touching that?"
Sarcasm twitched her brows." Why?"
"my goodness." Mike scouted for a close by sofa and plunged into it.
"You haven't answered me. How did she get in?"
" I don't know okay? I don't know anything about it! Goodness, this is frustrating...I didn't do anything with her, I swear it."
" But she doesn't have the keys to our house."
Mike waved his hands." Hello? Maybe she stole it."
She nodded."of course...stole it from you, and how exactly did she do that? Where were you when she did?"
" It could have been your keys..." Mike fought back.
Fiona paused and then searched her bag. Indeed, her key was missing.
Fuck.
"See?" Mike said as the silence lingered and scented the air with thick discomfort. "I really don't know how you can be irresponsible... you didn't even give me a chance and you are throwing tantrums?"
" Throwing tantrums? Why exactly should I believe you? Tell me...what on earth would make Jane bold enough to come in here and do this!? She's never done it before! Ever! She hasn't gone insane or anything, she's still in her perfect mind."
Mike didn't respond for a while , and then. " We have to confirm what she is saying then."
" Cause that will be proof that you did--"
" Cause that will be proof that I didn't.." Mike interjected. " It's quite heartwarming to see that you trust me so much ."
Fiona looked down at the floor, and for a moment shame glided over her features.
If only he could understand her situation, how vulnerable she already was at the moment.
This was the last thing she needed right now.
******
It's just a joke.
It's just a joke.
It's just a joke.
It's just Jane being a joker
It's just pranks, malicious tricks.
It's just Jane being a stubborn b***h.
Mike was just, and righteous, and principled and disciplined.
He wouldn't do that to her.
Fiona tried to remind herself as the hot water, kneaded her skin just the way she wanted.
The gentle trickling and dripping of the water whispered harmony to her soul, humming a melody that seemed to agree---This was just a joke.
She had things to worry about, like the next course of action.
Did they have to consider IVF?
A loud clanging and crashing and breaking of ceramic plates halted her thought process, ruining the serenity she had tried to build.
"Sorry babe" Mike said. "Wanted getting you something."
That word 'babe' sounded strange to her.
She didn't respond.
"Are you not done?" He asked. "Jane is here and ready to go."
Fuck Jane! She wanted to say.
" I'll be out in a minute."
Soon enough, she had stepped out, gotten dressed and they all headed to a Lab.
She had opted to not revisit the same hospital they'd gone to.
For personal reasons--superstitions others might say--she just didn't want Jane walking the same places she did, she didn't want her in her life or jinxing what would be a good plan.
And she couldn't wait to get this over with.
Mike hadn't come with them, he'd gone on a business trip but promised to be back the next day, instead, they were accompanied by the driver and some household stewards.
Fiona couldn't help wondering if Mike was trying to evade this.
That wasn't possible though. If this girl was carrying his child--if she was actually pregnant--all hell would be let loose.
As they waited for results, Fiona drank in the silence between them.
Only she and Jane sat on a row, the driver on another, busy on his phone and oblivious of whatever had transpired.
"Why are you doing this?" Fiona asked.
"I am not talking to you..." Jane retorted.
Fiona snorted. " Fine...I am sorry for yesterday...but this is no joke Jane...what you doing."
" Is it my fault, that your husband unleashed his inner hyena just because a little wine got to his head?"
Fiona couldn't believe her ears. " How in the hell can you stand there and talk this way? Do you want to ruin me? What have I done to you?"
The technician's footsteps interrupted the conversation without permission. " Miss Jane, we have the results here." He offered an official smile.
Jane made to take it.
" Let me have it." Fiona snatched it from him.
"oh" he said.
Her heart barreled against her chest with a force that could rip through anything, including the envelope in her hand.
But she was going to open it herself, Jane wasn't going to have a hand in that, neither was she gonna hand it over to her.
She ripped through the envelope and she had to fight to stay standing when the result flashed it's acrid light on her.
She tasted fear.
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