Post by Shelby on Nov 30, 2016 2:49:25 GMT
I could get out of here, Chardonnay thought, or at the very least lock herself in one of the rooms and refuse to get out until Susan left or someone told her this was just one giant nightmare. The bathroom was probably a good place; at least then she'd have a toilet to throw up in and a toilet to pee in since she had to do that so often. Just thinking about it now made her want to get up and head to there. She closed her legs together and felt her stomach twist again, making her clutch her arms tighter around her stomach. Probably wasn't good for the baby, but what did she know? The baby probably wasn't even that big anyway, least of all big enough for her to actually hurt it by hugging her stomach. But, again, what did she know? Nothing.
She heard Susan's bellowing voice echo off the walls and bounce into the living room and Chardonnay jumped at the noise. She tried to tuck herself more into a ball by keeping her head completely down to where her hair started concealing her face. This was better. At least they wouldn't be able to see how pale her face was. But that was the least of her worries. She listened intently to the conversation going on by the font door, only able to hear Susan's voice, and even that soon disappeared after a while. But, moments later, the voice was back; only this time it was louder, closer, and Susan was introducing herself to someone as if she were introducing herself to a stranger. And Chardonnay still didn't look. She kept her head down and didn't move her hair away from her face, thinking that maybe it would be best for Susan to think that she was someone else, but, of course, she wasn't lucky enough to keep the facade up.
She couldn't hide herself any longer when her former science teacher recognized her and even said her name. Ms. Nicholas; she heard that often from people in power and people that wanted to respect her, but she figured that Susan would have grown out of that long ago. She wasn't her student any longer, though she felt as if she were a student wearing a dunce hat in a corner with the way she sat on the couch unmoving, almost ashamed.
Why was she so nervous about this; this wasn't her sister that she was talking to, nor was it anyone that she had ever considered important. Hell, she hadn't even been this nervous when telling her parents that she was pregnant! Albeit she had been near hysterical and in shock from the news at the time of her announcement to her parents and she hadn't had enough energy to deal with that and cycle through a wave of nerves, but still! Even afterwards she hadn't been this nervous; not shaking, but still pale. Instead, she had been... Quiet, numb, really. It was so different now, however, facing Susan and Arthur, and Chardonnay couldn't say why. She hated it, though.
It was only when Arthur's voice confirmed their relationship with one another did Chardonnay look up, though she looked right past Susan and straight at Arthur until he came to sit next to her. Just like her, he looked pale and incredibly nervous like he should be. Susan was firing off questions to her rapidly, and Chardonnay could barely keep up, especially when she looked up and finally faced the woman. Her stomach dropped at the sight that hadn't seemed to change in all the years that she had been away from the woman. A few winkles and crows feet lined her face, but she still looked the same. Thin, healthy, and overly happy.
"Ahh," Chardonnay opened her mouth to speak, but nothing other than a little sound was able to come out. The both of them were looking at her, waiting for her to answer after Susan told them that there was nothing to be worried and nervous about. Oh, she'd soon know why. "T-the restaurant is fine," she started again, clearing her throat. That was easy to answer even in a shaky voice. But as to how long she had been talking to Arthur? She looked at Arthur and a worried look, wondering what to say and do with wide eyes until she looked back at Susan. "It's, um... Hard to pinpoint when. Maybe like... Ten years ago?" She looked back at Arthur for support as her voice quieted at the end of her sentence; she needed it this time. "It's complicated. Not really 'talking' just... Yeah. Things."
She heard Susan's bellowing voice echo off the walls and bounce into the living room and Chardonnay jumped at the noise. She tried to tuck herself more into a ball by keeping her head completely down to where her hair started concealing her face. This was better. At least they wouldn't be able to see how pale her face was. But that was the least of her worries. She listened intently to the conversation going on by the font door, only able to hear Susan's voice, and even that soon disappeared after a while. But, moments later, the voice was back; only this time it was louder, closer, and Susan was introducing herself to someone as if she were introducing herself to a stranger. And Chardonnay still didn't look. She kept her head down and didn't move her hair away from her face, thinking that maybe it would be best for Susan to think that she was someone else, but, of course, she wasn't lucky enough to keep the facade up.
She couldn't hide herself any longer when her former science teacher recognized her and even said her name. Ms. Nicholas; she heard that often from people in power and people that wanted to respect her, but she figured that Susan would have grown out of that long ago. She wasn't her student any longer, though she felt as if she were a student wearing a dunce hat in a corner with the way she sat on the couch unmoving, almost ashamed.
Why was she so nervous about this; this wasn't her sister that she was talking to, nor was it anyone that she had ever considered important. Hell, she hadn't even been this nervous when telling her parents that she was pregnant! Albeit she had been near hysterical and in shock from the news at the time of her announcement to her parents and she hadn't had enough energy to deal with that and cycle through a wave of nerves, but still! Even afterwards she hadn't been this nervous; not shaking, but still pale. Instead, she had been... Quiet, numb, really. It was so different now, however, facing Susan and Arthur, and Chardonnay couldn't say why. She hated it, though.
It was only when Arthur's voice confirmed their relationship with one another did Chardonnay look up, though she looked right past Susan and straight at Arthur until he came to sit next to her. Just like her, he looked pale and incredibly nervous like he should be. Susan was firing off questions to her rapidly, and Chardonnay could barely keep up, especially when she looked up and finally faced the woman. Her stomach dropped at the sight that hadn't seemed to change in all the years that she had been away from the woman. A few winkles and crows feet lined her face, but she still looked the same. Thin, healthy, and overly happy.
"Ahh," Chardonnay opened her mouth to speak, but nothing other than a little sound was able to come out. The both of them were looking at her, waiting for her to answer after Susan told them that there was nothing to be worried and nervous about. Oh, she'd soon know why. "T-the restaurant is fine," she started again, clearing her throat. That was easy to answer even in a shaky voice. But as to how long she had been talking to Arthur? She looked at Arthur and a worried look, wondering what to say and do with wide eyes until she looked back at Susan. "It's, um... Hard to pinpoint when. Maybe like... Ten years ago?" She looked back at Arthur for support as her voice quieted at the end of her sentence; she needed it this time. "It's complicated. Not really 'talking' just... Yeah. Things."