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12:30 PM

"Hello?" Stevie answered, on her work phone.

"Is this Steviana Soo?" A woman on the other line asked slowly. Stevie rolled her eyes.

"Yeah," she replied in an annoyed tone as she scrolled through emails.

"My name is Nurse Jackson. I'm sorry to inform you, but EMT's just brought your wife into surgery," The nurse replied. Stevie look away from her computer and too the picture of she and Lauren on her desk.

"What happened?" The concerned business woman asked. The nurse explained how Lauren, in simple terms, slit her wrists so deep that it cut major veins. "Is she gonna be okay," Stevie questioned as she gathered her stuff.

"It's too early to tell," the nurse said before he's hung up. Stevie ran out of the office building and hailed a cab to the hospital as quickly as possible.

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12:45 PM

Stevie rushed into the waiting room to see Mason bawling his eyes out in Pippa shirt. "Mase," Stevie whispered. Mason looked at his mom, but instead of comfort he found anger.

"What are you doing here?" He asked spitefully. Stevie scoffed.

"What do you mean? That's my wife,"

"Wife? Do you know what the word wife means? Cause your actions sure as hell don't," he spat. Stevie walked closer to him and sat her stuff down next to her mom.

"Mason that stuff is behind me now. It's no more," Stevie tried. She went to hug him but he pushed off of her and stood up. "Mason-" Stevie went to yell at her son but her mother held her hand up.

"Ana," Pippa softly said, as she shook her head.

"You're disgusting," Mason whispered. In one motion, he walked down the hall towards the vending machine. Stevie sat on the other side of her mom and placed her head in her hands on her lap.

"I have fucked up," she whispered. Pippa nodded and folded her arms over her stomach.

"Yep. And this is not the first time someone has been driven to suicide with you around," Pippa pointed out. Stevie looked at her in disgust.

"Really? That's what your word choice was?" Stevie yelled. Pippa shrugged and side eyed her daughter.

"Why, the fuck not? You are a terrible person. I thought I was some ass but, you..." Pippa trailed off. "You make my actions look like Mother fucking Teresa. And I literally got drunk and had sex almost every night for a year... in the same house as my kids...while they were home," Pippa responded. "But, at least at the end of the day my kids know where my loyalties lie. They don't wonder if mom is gonna miss their award ceremonies and dance classes. Or if they will have to hopefully catch a ride to a game cause mom forgot," Pippa replied. Stevie rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

"Shut up," Stevie groaned. "You don't know shit about my work life," she swore. Pippa stitched her eyebrows together.

"Wow strong words from a workaholic. And I honestly don't give a damn about your work life. All I care about is the boy. I know more about him then you do. And frankly, sometimes I feel like I'm raising him," Phillipa replied. Stevie rolled her eyes and stood up.

"Fuck you!" Stevie exclaimed. Pippa crossed her right leg over her left and tilted her head to the side. "I did raise your kids! While you were off partying and fucking! That was all me!" She yelled. Phillipa let out a chuckle and shrugged.

"You put them to bed," Pippa smirked. "I raised them. I taught them to read and write. I taught them to tie their shoes. I took off work when they were sick. I got them up and dressed in the mornings. I fed them breakfast and lunch. You fed them dinner, gave them a bath,and put them to bed. That is it. So don't pat yourself on the back cause you washed them and threw some covers over them at the end of the day. And half the time it wasn't even you. It was Lauren. Cause you worked the night shift most of the time," Pippa said. Stevie got fed up and slapped Pippa across the face. Mason ran up to his mom and shoved her.

"Are you insane?" Mason yelled. The action finally caught up with Stevie's brain and she placed her hand over her mouth. She looked down at her mom to see she held her cheek. "She's pregnant," Mason yelled. Stevie ran her hands through her hair. "You need to leave," Mason said. Stevie grabbed her stuff and ran out the hospital.
"Nona, are you okay?" Mason asked. Pippa nodded and flipped her hair to the other side.

"Yeah babe. I'm okay," Pippa replied. She sat back and placed her arms on the arm rest of the chair. "Don't you worry about me. It's you're mom that needs prayer," Pippa said. Mason sat back down in his seat and laid his head on her shoulder.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Mason asked. Pippa nodded.

"Yeah, she'll pull through," Pippa replied. Her grandson started to tear up at his grandmas response. He knew she didn't know but, he was glad she was willing to lie just to spare his feelings.

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1:20 PM

Lesley sat in her lighting class with Brec in silence. "You good?" Brec asked after ten minutes of silence.

"Yeah," Lesley replied. Brec moved her best friends hair and saw the bruise that shined through her makeup.

"What is that?" Brec freaked out in a whispered. Lesley moved her hair back and looked at her paper.

"Nothing. Mind your business," Lesley snapped. Brec purses her lips and turned around in her seat. She leaned over to Lilimar and sighed.

"I'm worried about her," Brec said. She got out of her seat and walked out of the class. When she got in the hall she pulled out her phone and texted Cameron!

After the conversation Brec slipped her phone in her pocket and came back in the room. As she stepped in Lesley got up from her seat. "What did you do?" She screamed.

"What are you-"

"He's gonna kill me! Why did you do that?" Lesley screamed. She flipped her phone screen towards Brec.

"Thanks a lot! You just signed my death wish," she said as she stormed out of the class. Brec took a deep breath and took her seat again.

"What just happened?" Haley asked. Brec laid her head on her desk.

"I think I might have just killed our best friend," Brec answered. Haley and Lilimar slapped their hands over their mouths. Brec placed her head in the crook of her elbow and started to cry. She fucked up.

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3:30 PM

Brec sat in the garden for ten minutes as she waited for Cam. And he didn't show. Didn't text or anything and Brec got an unnerving feeling.

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Lesley sat in the back of Cameron's car. He placed his hand on her knee. "So you told Brec?" He asked as he started to squeeze his girlfriends knee.

"I didn't. She saw the bruise. I tried to cover it but, it was really red," Lesley justified. Cameron's grip got tighter on Lesley's knee. "Owe," she cried. Cameron let go of her and grabbed her face.

"I swear! If whispered. Lesley nodded. "No come here," he growled. Lesley slid into his lap and let him kiss her. I would much rather die than be with him. If I tell it might as well be my mom right?

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