Abigail - S01 E49

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Abigail - S01 E49

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 49

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{ HIS STORY }

Emma walked towards Robert and sat down beside him on the long bench at the back of the police building.

She handed him a takeout cup of hot chocolate and held one for herself.

They both quietly took a sip from the cup, not saying a word to each other. Yet.

A comfortable silence lingered between the both of them until Emma saw it was time to talk and break the serenity between them.

Robert wasn’t in a good mood, she could tell on that and she needed to know why.

Friends look out for each other, right?

She cleared up her throat and turned her gaze to him. “Are you okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” He nodded his head without sparing her a glance look. He was obviously avoiding looking her in the eyes.

“Don’t you dare lie to me, Mr. Man.” She groaned. “Tell me what is wrong, Rob.”

He shook his head, staring at the cup of hot chocolate in his hand as if it was the most fascinating thing in the whole universe.

Emma heaved out a low breath, giving her partner a pointed look. “Rob, you know I hate it when you try to push me away.”

“I am not pushing you away.” He mumbled.

“Then tell me what is wrong with you.”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, please. Don’t give me that bullshit reply. This is not the usual you. Have you forgotten I’ve known you for four years? I know the kind of person that you are and this,” She gestured at his sour look. “isn’t you.”

Robert took a sip of his drink and ran the tip of his tongue over his pink lips.

“Listen,” He finally looked at her. “I don’t want to dump my burden or struggle on you, Emma. It won’t be fair if I do.”

“I don’t mind.” She told him. “You are my partner but before that, you are my friend. I want to share your burden and struggles with you. I hate seeing you like this.”

They held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, silence looming around once again.

And then, Robert eventually spoke up.

“My sister came over to my house last night.”

Emma pinched her brows together, appearing to be confused.

She has known Robert for four years but never did she speculated that he has a sister.

Come to think of it, he never actually told her about his family or anything personal. He only told her trivial things like his favorite food, color, games, hobby, dream country, pets, and nothing else.

She didn’t care to ask or pressure him to speak about his family background because she assumed it was his business and that he might see her as someone who is attempting to invade his privacy.

Besides, she won’t like it if someone tries to pressure her to talk about her parents. And that is why she always respects other people’s space and privacy.

The last thing she wants is someone to see her as an intruder. Especially Robert. She honestly doesn’t want to get into his bad side.

Robert saw the confusion on her face and decided to elucidate.

“I have a sister,” He began. “She is a year older than me.”

Emma slowly nodded her head to let him know that she was listening and following up on his explanation.

“Tessa. That’s her name.” He was picking his words carefully while he reminisce about the past he tried so hard to forget and move on from. “Tessa and I were very close when we were kids. We were inseparable and it even got to the point that people started calling us twins. And guess what,” He chuckled. “we never corrected them because we liked it.”

Emma listened attentively as she started her imagination of little Robert and another female version of him playing in the park with so much excitement and happiness lingering in the air. It was a beautiful conception.

“But you know,” The small smile that was on his face faded away and turned into a deep frown. “good things don’t last forever.”

The beautiful park Emma has imagined transformed into a thick forest and the bright sky became dark. Emma awaited for the worst scenario and she knew for a fact that it was right on the corner. When it comes to imagination, Emma was good at it. If she didn’t become a detective, she would have become a fictional story writer.

Robert cleared his throat and took a large gulp of his drink, preparing himself to say the rocky aspect of his story. The part that ruined his life and at the same fixed him by showing him the best path to take in becoming a detective.

Emma saw how difficult it was for him to continue his story. It was as if the memories of the sad event were stopping him from letting it all out.

He was hurt and in pain. She could see the emotions in his eyes and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

What has he been through as a kid?

What happened between him and his sister?

How did their steady boat become rocky?

Emma was curious about all these questions but even at that, she doesn’t want Robert to do anything against his wish.

If he was finding it difficult to talk then he shouldn’t.

She was ready to support him even without knowing the full story of his life. She doesn’t mind that. As long as he was fine then she is okay.

“You can stop talking if you want, Rob. I don’t want you to feel pressured.” She told him quietly.

He shook his head, heaving out a deep breath as he gripped the cup in his hand a little bit tight but released it afterward.

“I want to let it out of my chest.” He stared into her eyes and Emma didn’t bother to look away. “I want to relieve myself of the guilt and pain.”

Guilt? And pain?

Robert knew his choice of words only made her even more confused.

However, she voiced her thoughts. “Guilt?” She understood the pain aspect but no, she didn’t understand the guilt aspect. Why was he feeling guilty? Guilty about what to be precise? “What do you mean?”

He kept quiet for what seemed like forever. His eyes searched her face as if trying to give himself reasons to not say anything about his past and walk away.

But the sincerity, care, and curiosity in her beautiful brown eyes held him captive and that gave him the courage he needed to speak.

“The guilt of killing my parents.” He blurted out and Emma’s eyes instantly went wide as her mouth dropped open.

“Wha…wha…what?”

•••••

Sandra was walking along the hallway when she bumped into Thelma.

“Dr. Sandra,” Thelma called out with a knowing smile on her face. “Good…morning.”

Sandra pressed her lips in a flat straight line and simply nodded her head in reply, attempting to walk away when the nurse asked a question she least expected,

“Are you mad at me?”

“Am I mad at you?” Sandra repeated, furrowing her brows. “And why should I be?”

Thelma shrugged. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

“Listen, Nurse Thelma. I don’t understand what your problem is with me but trust me, I don’t care.”

“You should care, Dr. Sandra. After all,” The young nurse scanned the surroundings, just to be certain that they were the only ones in the hallway. “I am the one with your most crucial secret. If I open my mouth to tell the police what I saw that night,” Thelma stepped closer to Sandra, closing the little distance between them. “it is game over for you.”

“Are you threatening me right now, Nurse Thelma?” Sandra asked the obvious, narrowing her eyes at the young lady.

“Am I?” Thelma chuckled softly, dusting imaginary dirt from her uniform. “Let’s say I am trying to warn you to be very careful when it involves me in this hospital. Don’t cross the line with me, Doctor. Because I can destroy your life with the snap of my fingers.” She gave out an innocent smile, taking a step back. “See you around, Sandra.” She winked and walked away.

Sandra balled her fist in fury, shooting daggers at the retreating form of Thelma.

“That bitch,” She snarled.

•••••

Sandra barged into Marshall’s office without knocking and jammed the door shut, very hard.

She was burning in anger and no amount of water can extinguish the fire.

She started pacing back and forth in the large office, clenching and unclenching her fist.

Marshall quietly watched her from his seat, sipping on a glass of champagne.

The silence hovered over the air for over five minutes until Sandra spoke up, breaking the ice.

“Imagine the nerve of that bitch!” She snapped. “She dares to threaten me because she knows my secret. Can you imagine?”

Marshall did not say a word but kept looking at her like she was some sort of entertainment hired to entertain him.

“I swear I will kill her.” She sauntered to him, snatched the glass of champagne from his grasp and chugged down the whole drink, and then slammed the glass on the desk. “I have to do something about this. I can’t allow her to use my secret as an opportunity to threaten me and make me look like a complete idiot.” She blabbed.

Marshall maintained his composure, leaning back into the black leather seat.

“I feel like she is planning something bad against me. I don’t trust that bitch for one bit.” She ran her fingers through her black locks, exhaling deeply. “I- we need to do something about this, Marshall.”

She glanced at him and raised a questioning brow when he didn’t say anything to her after all she has just said.

“Are you listening to me at all? Why aren’t you saying anything?” She queried, crossing her arms over her chest as she frowned at him.

Marshall let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, resting his elbow on the armchair.

“What do you want me to say?” He asked in a raspy voice.

“Excuse me?”

Sandra doesn’t know this but she wasn’t the only one who was going through shit this morning.

Marshall was in a lot deeper shit than she can ever imagine. If Jersey suspects him of the murders and decided to keep a close watch on him or run some investigations on him, he will learn something about his adultery.

He has been able to keep his affair with Sandra a secret for the past years and never did he imagine that a day like this would come.

He can’t lose his wife because aside from loving her and his kids, he has attained a lot of wealth and property from her. Losing his wife was like, going back to the gutters where he came from. He can’t risk it.

Sandra, on the other hand, was just a woman he developed attraction for but she was nothing compared to his wife when it comes to money and reputation but as for the s3x, Sandra was way ahead of his wife. Maybe that is where she(Sandra) had him trapped.

Which is why if there is anyone he needs to give up on then it will have to be Sandra. But then again, was he ready to let her go?

“Marshall,” Sandra called out softly as she stood in front of him, in between his legs. He doesn’t even know how she got there. “are you alright? Did something happen?”

Marshall released a low groan while massaging his temple and avoiding her gaze.

“Marshall, what_”

“Let’s end this thing we have going on between us.” He cut her off.

Sandra’s face was clouded with confusion and surprise. Why was everyone confusing and surprising her with their words? First, it was the bitch, Thelma and now it is Marshall, her lover. Was this planned work? A skit? Or what?

“What…” Her voice cracked which made her clear her throat so that her words can be clearer. “What are you saying?”

He sighed, pushing his chair back, and then rose to his feet. “I can’t keep this going on between us, Sandra. I’m sorry.”

“What are you talking about!?” Her voice raised by the end of her sentence. “Can you listen to yourself? What do you mean by you can’t keep this going on between us? What is the problem?”

He will give up on Sandra and the beautiful memory he shared with her, especially the s3x to protect his marriage with Felicia Hart.

“Wait, are you breaking up with me?” She asked, hitting the nail on the wall and pinning down his true intention.

Marshall scratched the nape of his neck and heaved out a breath, nodding his head.

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” She chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Why? What did I do?”

He shook his head. “You didn’t do anything. In fact, this isn’t about you. I just_”

“Shut up.” She cut him off. “I thought you said you loved me. Have you been lying to me to get into my pants? Or are you breaking up with me because of the shit I am into because I tried to help you? Tell me!”

Marshall swallowed nothing.

“Talk to me, Marshall. Why the f**k are you breaking up with me? Give me your reasons.” She said.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, interrupting them.

“Come in,” Marshall stated.

The door opened and Felicia walked in.

“Hey,” She waved with a warm smile on her face.