BELLA''S POV
My face scrunched up in disgust as I peered at the caller''s ID.
What does she want? Why is she calling me? I thought irritatingly. And most importantly, howe I still have her contact saved on my phone?
I stared ahead, my gaze lingering on the smiling faces of the people stepping out of the gate. When she wouldn''t stop ringing me up, I decided to pick up the damn call.
"What do you want?" I blurted out icily.
"Hello, bestie. It''s been a while, don''t you think?"
I scoffed, the idiot was speaking like were still friends. Was she even ever my friend? She always imed that she hated Sydney for my sake, yet all the while she was only ogling the man I wanted.
"What do you want, Sandra?" I gritted out, my hands tightening on the object that I held on to in the pocket of my baggy jean jumpsuit. With how agitated I was just by hearing her voice, if she were standing before me, I wouldn''t have hesitated to use it on her without any remorse.
She groaned like she used to whenever I started to cry about how hurt I was. "You''re still so uptight huh? What''s the cause for rigidity when speaking with a friend?"
"Friend, my ass!" My eyes flitted to the gate again. I needed to be done with this stupid phone call before he''d be out. "And if you have nothing tangible to say, can you get off the line?"
"Rx," she drawled and I could picture her rolling her eyes. "I just have a question. A very simple one. How''s Mark in bed?" She asked like it was the most normal question to ask and quickly added, "Now don''t deny it because I''m sure you and Mark has fucked several times in the past."
I found it difficult to make sense of why she was asking me the dumb question and for a moment, I momentarily forgot why I was here. "What?!" I blurted out so loudly that some passersby flinched then some of them nced my way in mild annoyance.
Sandra groaned again. "Gosh. Why are you guys so uptight?!"
I wondered for a moment who the ''guys'' were but I didn''t care. I just wanted the call to end.
"Just tell me, please, how''s Mark in bed? Before his careless ident, of course.
The happiest I had been in a long while was when I heard the news of Mark''s ident and that his engagement was postponed.
"Serves them right." I remember saying to myself. It had been a little heartbreaking when together with the same man we both nned to fully make mine and then there was Mark who had alsoAll content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.
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It had been torture watching Sandra post about all the preparations for the wedding. I got pissed when she went on and on about Mark getting her everything she wanted and also prepared the wedding with things she liked.
The thought of Mark not fulfilling his promise to me infuriated me even more so I decided to answer
Be''s question.
"You want to know how Mark is in bed?" I smirked, "Well, he''s awful!"
There was a short pause then Sandra asked in panic. "Be, are you telling the truth?"
"No, you idiot!" I retorted hotly. "You better marry him as soon as possible and serve your vegetable husband for the rest of your miserable lifetime!" I said irritably, "Now get off the phone. Unlike you who sit around and do nothing, we actually have things we have to take care of so don''t waste my time anymore, you stinking bitch who steals your best friend''s man!"
I heard her exaggerated gasp before I hung up. I tucked my phone away and focused my gaze on the prison gate.
As I stared at the gates, watching the happy faces of the people who just got released as they walked out of there, ted, I remembered when I had first been here. It was a week ago.
ONE WEEK AGO
. I dressed up and left the house. It had been a long while since these two things happened together. I had
locked myself at home, if I ever needed to go out, I never bothered to dress up
But today, I overdid myself.
I had called the prison a week ago and filled out a request form. As expected, Isaac approved it and acknowledged knowing me so it was approved by the officials of the prison.