No sooner had she said it that the door burst open and in walked a teary eyed, what I assumed to be was, Rachael Jenson. A handsome man walked in tow which I was positive, was Antonio Jenson.
I got up from the couch and hesitantly took a step forward but unfortunately ended up getting my toe stubbed into the coffee table.
I hissed in pain and crouched down to hold my throbbing toe.
“A-are you okay?” Rachael asked as she reached me.
“Yes, I am,” I answered quietly.
“Oh Juliet, I missed you so much.” She croaked, pulling me to her as she crushed the life out of me.
“Why did you run away like that?!” She shook with incessant tears as she further tightened her hold on me as if to squeeze some answer out of me.
“I-I’m sorry.” Was all I was able to say before all the air once again left my lungs when I was squeezed again.
“You don’t know how much I cried when I got to know that you ran away. And you should have seen mom and dad, they were devastated and worried about you. Even Antonio cried!”
“Rachael, you’re being overdramatic now.” A deep voice spoke from somewhere behind. “And let her breathe, will you?” I tried to peek over Rachael’s shoulder but wasn’t able to see anything because she was that tall, and the fact that she had on a pair of golden stilettoes further made her look like a skyscraper.
“Shut up, Antonio,” Rachael snapped but let go of me.
Now that I was finally free, I straightened myself up and looked at Antonio.
He was staring at me, a crease on his forehead. My hands began to feel clammy. Did he realize that I was not Juliet?
“H-hi, Antonio,” I said, trying not to appear nervous.
He raised a single eyebrow. “What happened to calling me Ant just to annoy me?”
Crap.
I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could. “I decided that I didn’t want to annoy the next person who I happen to see.”
He shook his head. “You’re not Juliet.”
I stopped breathing. I was pretty sure my heart skipped a beat. Why wouldn’t it? I was going to die.
I made eye contact with Olivia and she seemed just as panicked and scared as myself.
“Who are you and what did you do to the old Juliet?” He asked, amused and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “I’m not complaining though. I pretty much like this version of Juliet.”
I smiled at him hesitantly.
“Uncle Ant, you promised there would be a big, flying unicorn here! Where is it?” A small, sweet voice whined and I looked down at the little girl who was clutching Antonio’s leg.
Antonio groaned. “Even if you don’t call me Ant anymore, you left this little demon to do that for you. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even know my real name.”
I laughed. “Sorry.”
“Rebecca, let go of Ant’s leg,” Rachael said.
Antonio glared at Rachael. “Not you too.”
Rachael chuckled. “Oh, but I will.”
“No! He promised he would give me a big, real unicorn,” Rebecca pouted. “You said we should keep our promises and yet Uncle Ant doesn’t keep his.” The little girl jumped and wrapped her little arms and legs around Antonio’s leg.
“Rebecca! Let go.” He said, almost falling down.
“No! You give me my unicorn.”
“Rachael! Get this demon child of yours off of me.”
Rachael rolled her eyes. “Don’t call her that. You brought it upon yourself. Make realistic promises Ant, will you?”
She walked towards him and detached him from Rebecca, picking her up and placing her on her hip.
Rebecca looked angry and instantly reached out and smacked Antonio on the cheek.
“What the f-”
Rachael glared at him and he quickly corrected himself.
“-fish cakes. I’m so hungry for fish cakes.”
“Oh, um… who’s this girl, Juliet?” Rachael asked me, looking over at Olivia.
“She’s my friend, Olivia,” I answered simply.
“Nice to meet you, Olivia.” Rachael smiled warmly at her.
Olivia looked like she was about to pass out. “It’s nice to meet you too.” She said, looking dazed.
“Juliet! You have to tell me everything that happened to you,” Rachael said.
“Yeah, I-I will. Why don’t we all settle down and then I can tell you what happened.” I suggested. Truth be told, I was just buying some time and recollecting whatever story I had dished out in front of Charlotte. I didn’t want to miss a single detail I had told her or say something that contradicted whatever I told Charlotte.
“Sure! That’s a good idea. Let’s go to your room.” Rachael said and looked over at Antonio.
“You know what? I don’t want to know what happened to you all this time so I’m just going to go and see what Ethan is up to.”
“Fine, you uncaring piece of
s-paghetti.” Rachael said, editing out her words for Rebecca’s sake.
Antonio ignored Rachael and made his way towards his former room which Ethan now occupied. All day long Ethan had holed himself up in his temporary room and glued his butt in front of his own Luvaglio laptop claiming to do some work which he said I was ‘too dumb to understand’.
“That’s because your face is the definition of dumb,” I had snapped back which had earned me a glare from him.
Once we were all in my room, Rachael let her dam of questions break and flooded me with it.
It took us some time to get her to shut up and narrate the elaborate story I had cooked up and fed Charlotte, and now Rachael. She seemed to believe everything I told her.
Rebecca had fallen asleep on my lap somewhere in between my story with her small fingers wrapped around my index finger. She looked so cute in that baby pink frock she had on which almost drowned her in the fabric as she slept. Her cheeks were so chubby and she had soft rosy lips and I rocked her in my arms until it was time for her to be put in her own bed.
Rachael and Antonio were staying for tonight. They couldn’t stay longer because of their business commitments and the fact that Antonio couldn’t stop talking about how much he missed his model girlfriend, Audrey Wave, who I gathered was two years older than Antonio. Antonio was twenty one while Audrey was twenty three.
No sooner had she said it that the door burst open and in walked a teary eyed, what I assumed to be was, Rachael Jenson. A handsome man walked in tow which I was positive, was Antonio Jenson.
I got up from the couch and hesitantly took a step forward but unfortunately ended up getting my toe stubbed into the coffee table.
I hissed in pain and crouched down to hold my throbbing toe.
“A-are you okay?” Rachael asked as she reached me.
“Yes, I am,” I answered quietly.
“Oh Juliet, I missed you so much.” She croaked, pulling me to her as she crushed the life out of me.
“Why did you run away like that?!” She shook with incessant tears as she further tightened her hold on me as if to squeeze some answer out of me.
“I-I’m sorry.” Was all I was able to say before all the air once again left my lungs when I was squeezed again.
“You don’t know how much I cried when I got to know that you ran away. And you should have seen mom and dad, they were devastated and worried about you. Even Antonio cried!”
“Rachael, you’re being overdramatic now.” A deep voice spoke from somewhere behind. “And let her breathe, will you?” I tried to peek over Rachael’s shoulder but wasn’t able to see anything because she was that tall, and the fact that she had on a pair of golden stilettoes further made her look like a skyscraper.
“Shut up, Antonio,” Rachael snapped but let go of me.
Now that I was finally free, I straightened myself up and looked at Antonio.
He was staring at me, a crease on his forehead. My hands began to feel clammy. Did he realize that I was not Juliet?
“H-hi, Antonio,” I said, trying not to appear nervous.
He raised a single eyebrow. “What happened to calling me Ant just to annoy me?”
Crap.
I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could. “I decided that I didn’t want to annoy the next person who I happen to see.”
He shook his head. “You’re not Juliet.”
I stopped breathing. I was pretty sure my heart skipped a beat. Why wouldn’t it? I was going to die.
I made eye contact with Olivia and she seemed just as panicked and scared as myself.
“Who are you and what did you do to the old Juliet?” He asked, amused and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “I’m not complaining though. I pretty much like this version of Juliet.”
I smiled at him hesitantly.
“Uncle Ant, you promised there would be a big, flying unicorn here! Where is it?” A small, sweet voice whined and I looked down at the little girl who was clutching Antonio’s leg.
Antonio groaned. “Even if you don’t call me Ant anymore, you left this little demon to do that for you. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even know my real name.”
I laughed. “Sorry.”
“Rebecca, let go of Ant’s leg,” Rachael said.
Antonio glared at Rachael. “Not you too.”
Rachael chuckled. “Oh, but I will.”
“No! He promised he would give me a big, real unicorn,” Rebecca pouted. “You said we should keep our promises and yet Uncle Ant doesn’t keep his.” The little girl jumped and wrapped her little arms and legs around Antonio’s leg.
“Rebecca! Let go.” He said, almost falling down.
“No! You give me my unicorn.”
“Rachael! Get this demon child of yours off of me.”
Rachael rolled her eyes. “Don’t call her that. You brought it upon yourself. Make realistic promises Ant, will you?”
She walked towards him and detached him from Rebecca, picking her up and placing her on her hip.
Rebecca looked angry and instantly reached out and smacked Antonio on the cheek.
“What the f-”
Rachael glared at him and he quickly corrected himself.
“-fish cakes. I’m so hungry for fish cakes.”
“Oh, um… who’s this girl, Juliet?” Rachael asked me, looking over at Olivia.
“She’s my friend, Olivia,” I answered simply.
“Nice to meet you, Olivia.” Rachael smiled warmly at her.
Olivia looked like she was about to pass out. “It’s nice to meet you too.” She said, looking dazed.
“Juliet! You have to tell me everything that happened to you,” Rachael said.
“Yeah, I-I will. Why don’t we all settle down and then I can tell you what happened.” I suggested. Truth be told, I was just buying some time and recollecting whatever story I had dished out in front of Charlotte. I didn’t want to miss a single detail I had told her or say something that contradicted whatever I told Charlotte.
“Sure! That’s a good idea. Let’s go to your room.” Rachael said and looked over at Antonio.
“You know what? I don’t want to know what happened to you all this time so I’m just going to go and see what Ethan is up to.”
“Fine, you uncaring piece of
s-paghetti.” Rachael said, editing out her words for Rebecca’s sake.
Antonio ignored Rachael and made his way towards his former room which Ethan now occupied. All day long Ethan had holed himself up in his temporary room and glued his butt in front of his own Luvaglio laptop claiming to do some work which he said I was ‘too dumb to understand’.
“That’s because your face is the definition of dumb,” I had snapped back which had earned me a glare from him.
Once we were all in my room, Rachael let her dam of questions break and flooded me with it.
It took us some time to get her to shut up and narrate the elaborate story I had cooked up and fed Charlotte, and now Rachael. She seemed to believe everything I told her.
Rebecca had fallen asleep on my lap somewhere in between my story with her small fingers wrapped around my index finger. She looked so cute in that baby pink frock she had on which almost drowned her in the fabric as she slept. Her cheeks were so chubby and she had soft rosy lips and I rocked her in my arms until it was time for her to be put in her own bed.
Rachael and Antonio were staying for tonight. They couldn’t stay longer because of their business commitments and the fact that Antonio couldn’t stop talking about how much he missed his model girlfriend, Audrey Wave, who I gathered was two years older than Antonio. Antonio was twenty one while Audrey was twenty three.
Rebecca was four and Rachael was twenty five and was happily married to business tycoon, Robert Ainsley who was thirty two.
It was around six or seven when by the time I finally finished answering all of Rachael’s questions to the best of my ability that we all agreed to go downstairs and get supper with Antonio and Ethan.
Antonio and Ethan seemed like best friends at the dinner table and were involved in a conversation the whole time despite being told to not talk at the dinner table.
Rebecca was being fed by Rachael because she refused to have any food by herself. Olivia was sat next to me and we were all having a delicious dinner and having a merry time. It felt like I was with my own family.
Everything was okay. Well at least for now.
Rebecca was four and Rachael was twenty five and was happily married to business tycoon, Robert Ainsley who was thirty two.
It was around six or seven when by the time I finally finished answering all of Rachael’s questions to the best of my ability that we all agreed to go downstairs and get supper with Antonio and Ethan.
Antonio and Ethan seemed like best friends at the dinner table and were involved in a conversation the whole time despite being told to not talk at the dinner table.
Rebecca was being fed by Rachael because she refused to have any food by herself. Olivia was sat next to me and we were all having a delicious dinner and having a merry time. It felt like I was with my own family.
Everything was okay. Well at least for now.