Jennifer Michaels sat at the kitchen table,
sipping on hot cocoa. She always had regrets about things that happened in her
life… She always wanted to sky dive, but never got the nerve, she thought about
opening her own cupcake store, but could never get the frosting to look
perfect. And she always had regret about that one eventful night…
Raving mad Adrian rushed home, and in such anger she stopped at
the front door and swung it open… “Lisa Lynne Simpson…” Adrian screamed. The
house was silent and Adrian screamed it again. This time Jennifer came to the
top of the stairwell. She looked at Adrian. “How do you know that?” Jennifer
asked as she slowly walked down the stairs. Adrian’s eyes filled with tears. “I
know who you are… and I know why you’re here.” Jennifer winced once. “When I
moved in here Adrian, I wasn’t sure, but as of recent… oh and the papers I
found in the filing cabinet, I realized it was you…” Adrian began to cry more.
“Well you left that part of your life behind… you can’t take it back.” Adrian
said shaking her fist at Jennifer. Jennifer just giggled “You damn snot! Do you
have to have your way all the time?” Adrian screamed “You shut up!” This anger
just allowed Jennifer to laugh in her face more. Adrian felt the rage build
through her and she slapped Jennifer across the face. Jennifer looked back at
Adrian and slapped her back.
A knock on the door broke Jennifer’s
day dream. When she answered, two policemen stood on her stoop. “Jennifer
Michaels?” the offer said in an asking tone. “…Yes” Jennifer answered. The
officer spun her around and began to read her Miranda rights as he squeezed the
cuffs onto her wrists. Hunter ran into the living room when he heard the
commotion. “Mom…” he said while walking over to her. Jennifer shook her head
and he stopped. “Call your dad…” and with that Jennifer was put into the police
car and taken away. As the cop car made its way off the lane. Bree watched from
her living room window with her arms crossed and took a deep breath.
Gaby came into the kitchen with an
envelope in her hand. “What’s that honey?” Carlos asked throwing a pan into the
dishwasher. “Julie and Jordan’s wedding invite.” Gaby replied. Carlos shook his
head. “Can you believe it was only 13 years ago when she was still playing jump
rope in the park and now she’s getting married?” Gaby smiled at Carlos’
reminiscing. “It’s going to be right after the wedding that we end up leaving,
so I want to keep it hush for now, I don’t want to ruin Julies moment.” Gaby
told Carlos. He looked up at her. “We gotta talk to Lee about selling the
house.” Before Gaby could respond Danny cleared his throat as he and Ana stood
in front of them. “My job here is looking up and thanks to the latest issue of
Vogue featuring our very own Ana… we were talking and…” Ana jumped in “…And we
want to buy the house!” Gaby and Carlos looked at each other and shrugged in
agreement.
Bob sat down in front of the glass and
waited for Jennifer to pick up the receiver. When she did the first words out
of bobs mouth were… “Jennifer I know what happened, I’m just here to help you
get out of here.” Jennifer began to weep. “Bob I doubt you know everything,
they only know what Allison told them, and she wasn’t in the room when it happened…”
and with that Jennifer told bob what happened that night…
Adrian grabbed the nearest weapon off a
nearby desk, which happened to be a solid gold letter opener. Jennifer swung
around and grabbed onto Adrian knocking them both to the ground. They rolled
around on the floor, till Adrian screamed. They both looked down to see the
letter opener sticking out of Adrian’s chest. Her daughter came running into
the room and covered her mouth in horror. Adrian took this opportunity, to have
the last laugh. “Allison… call the police, she attacked me…” Allison held onto
Adrian and glared at Jennifer with the utmost of hatred in her eyes. As
Jennifer spilled the beans to Bob a reporter stood nearby getting every word.
“Yes
our secrets at some point will always have a way of finding us, no matter how
we try to escape.”
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