Judas kiss

Marcela was sitting comfortably on her hospital bed. She was bored as the news channel played in the background. She flipped onto the next page.. she was amazed as she browsed through the Met Gala images. She had always wanted to be a fashion icon and maybe get an invite. Marcela thought Jared Leto looked great in gucci so did Harry Styles. She was a big fan of the brand, her husband had constantly surprised her with many gifts labeled gucci throughout the years. They were not as rich as Garreth or the Levetté's but they lived a very comfortable luxurious life. Billy Porter has been a stunner. Marcela pursed her lips thinking about the next purchase she would make when Gucci finally released a new set of collection.

She did all this to avoid the main issue.

'She had tried to kill herself'?the words immediately rang like a horrid siren.

She was embarrassed beyond embarrassed. The look Della had given her had sent her off her the edge straight into the pool of guilt, she had been swimming in it ever since...

Marcela couldn't tell if she had been dreaming or if it had really happened but Della had wished her dead. Della had displayed an insolence toward Marcela.

She was appalled.

It must have been a horrible dream. Della was a sweet girl, she would never say such things to her mother. Marcela knew that she had wronged her so many times but Della never ever did that. Adela was a sweetheart, no wonder Andre took advantage of her as well. That made Marcela very angry. Everyone took advantage of her daughter. It was very okay when she did it but not when everyone else did. Marcela found it infuriating.

It was just a dream.?She tried to convince herself. Marcela chuckled thinking about how in the dream, Della had said she was pregnant with Andre's child yet again. Very absurd!

'That would be very stupid of her!" Marcela said outloud. She immediately clasped her hand on her mouth.

"That would be very stupid of her.." she repeated.

She could talk? Wait, she thought maybe she should try saying another word.

"Marcela!" She said her own name coming out with ease. Alright, she admitted that was very easy. Wait could she still speak her mother tongue..

estás"?She said, smiling as she realized, she was getting better this had all just been a shock. Ofcourse she could talk. She couldn't talk at first because she couldn't

still had it. A feeling of sadness immediately found comfort within her.

die in a presentable place. I always feared you would die in some dark alley or some ruined motel—"?These words kept ringing in her mind constantly. It genuinely hurt but no, Della was very sweet. Della would never hurt a fly. Marcela knew that no matter what she did, her daughter always had her best interest at heart and she had a soft spot for her

to be alone especially with the thoughts of why no one had visited her. She wondered how was Lyle doing? Especially with Gerald, he must have taken out all his anger on her little boy. She hoped that wasn't the case. Sometime Gerald got a little carried away but luckily, he never laid a hand on Lyle. She always took the blows for her son. Marcela wanted to give her son a normal life. A part of her saw Lyle as a

would be better if she continued acting as if she couldn't talk. Especially since she didn't know what the reaction of her family and friends would be. It was embarrassing, she never thought it would come to this. It was just that she was so afraid of Garreth, the way he had threatened to kill her and hurt his son.. it didn't sit well with her. She didn't know what she was thinking. Gerald had just issued the divorce papers and left them on their bedroom dressing table. She cried when she saw them... then her eyes interlocked with her capsule of sleeping pills and she didn't hesitate. She felt embarrassed because she had not thought about her

any other reason. She knew Gerald would win, he was after all a well known lawyer with his own law firm. He would take

would be able to pull a lot of strings. Marcela couldn't wait to be discharged, she could cook him a nice meal and buy red lingerie... knowing red was his favorite color. She would prove to him that she wasn't useless just yet. Yes, old and in her forties but not useless. He

been wanting to leave her for a while. Especially with his nosy twin sister who constantly had a lot of bad things to say about Marcela. She was very sure, he found this as a good

was very sure it was Gerald. She felt happy as she tried fixing her hair even though she felt self conscious. She would be sure to tell Gerald to pick up her make

glad you're

immediately became

doing here?'?She said to herself. Glaring at him with so much hate that it

He smiled.

for her on

know

next to her, she couldn't deny that he looked nice in a casual navy blue shirt. He had

me, don't ever do that again Marcy. I'm not going to judge you because I know how it feels to have your mistakes constantly thrown in your face.." he sighed. "Everyone is probably going to judge you and want answers but —

was scared of facing the world again because they would all demand answers and call her shallow and an attention seeker. Worse now that her legs weren't exactly functioning properly.. she felt useless, like a vegetable. The fact that whenever she need to use the toilet

than that, no one else deserves your attention so don't mind their judgements. Just work on being a better person.." he reached for her hand and she flinched but immediately when they entwined it felt like home. His hands were a perfect fit to hers and were very warm. He gave

skin was so soft and sensitive.

first day I met you." He assured her when he saw discomfort on