ATTRACTED TO HER - Episode 13
Alessandro Sinclair was menacing.
He was everything I was supposed to stay away from as a teen and as a wife.
The piece of candy I wasn’t allowed to have because it was bad for me.
The more I couldn’t have it the more I wanted it.
I was going to be the reason my marriage was going to fall into shambles and break.
I’d already cheated by dreaming of him touching me.
Touching myself and wanting my hands to be his hands.
Being touched and wanting him instead of the man I tied my life to.
I tried to miss Oliver. I tried to feel anything I did when I was younger with him, but I didn’t.
I turned my car off and sighed. Leave it at home, I reminded myself.
Deal with it later, it’s about Brinda and Bella right now.
I grabbed my purse and stepped outside, my Christian Louboutin’s sounding against the concrete. I wore cropped red slim fit pants, a black lace top that was tucked in and a matching red blazer, my hair was in its natural curls once again.
I didn’t have to be searched anymore, thank God, but only because I was a regular guest and Brinda trusted me.
Court was tomorrow so today I’d review the video and photographic evidence with her. Even with all this evidence this case could still take up to several months but I’m hoping it would be a lot less long.
Brinda wore a long sleeve brown dress that reached just below her knees and her hair was tied into a neat and tight bun.
“Athena. How’s your day been?” She shook my hand.
“Brinda. It’s been good so far, you?”
She sighed and took a seat back on the sofa, “Quiet. Bella’s been in her room all day, anticipating what to say so she doesn’t ‘f-__-k it up’ as she said.”
“She’ll do fine.” I assured. “But you’ll both do even better with that evidence.” She nodded and led me to her security room.
I aspire to be Brinda rich one day. Her security pulled the video up but waited for Brinda’s approval to play it. After a few deep breaths, he pressed play.
Bella was the first to walk in, giving her mom a kiss on the cheek then going straight to her room.
Zac went into the kitchen and popped his first bottle of beer. “Brinda.”
She stopped walking and unzipping her dress and turned to face him, who was already on his second bottle quickly downing that one as well. “Who was that man you were talking to?”
She looked at him for a moment before saying, “Hank? Oh, he was just asking questions about your business, wanting to know if he should make a proposition to join it.
Very funny man.” She chuckled and went to turn around but him throwing his bottle to the ground stopped her from moving once again.
Zac had about four bottles now and was started on his fifth. “You were f-__-king flirting with him!”
“No, I wasn’t. I was simply making conversation and trying to help you out.” She started to slowly back away, seeing his drunken state, as he walked towards her. “I- I swear. I would never flirt with another m- man.” Her voice cracked.
“f-__-king liar.” He slapped her before punching her, then grabbing her arm and throwing her onto the table, the vase falling just like Bella said.
“Please.” She begged, “I love you and only you.” He grabbed her again, ignoring what she said before, and pushed her down onto the couch. “Baby-”
“Shut the f-__-k up. You don’t love me.” He started ripping her clothes off. “You’re a wh-_-re. You must want attention.”
“No, please stop.” She tried fighting him off but even in his drunken state she still couldn’t get him off.
“Zac please!” He hit her in the face, weakening her and started to move his pants off.
“You want attention? I’ll give you your f-__-k*ing attention. Fu*cking wh-_-re.”
At this point she had given up, “Bella’s still awake. B- be quick.”
He slapped her again. “Don’t tell me what the-”
“Mom?” Bella had now walked into the frame and Zac immediately looked in her direction.
“Go to your room Bella!” He yelled and she looked at her mom who had turned her face away from her.
“I’m fine sweetie, go lie down.”
“Dad get off of her.” Bella said, not listening to Brinda.
“Go back to your fuc*king room, Bella!” He warned once more.
“Get off her!” She yelled and went to pull him off.
He pushed her off as Brinda yelled, “Bella please!”
Zac was now off Brinda and was fighting back as he threw punches her way. Just like Bella said, he picked her up and threw her against the wall, “Zac stop!”
He was about to go back to Brinda, but he paused, as if something in him switched, and went back towards Bella.
He started to take her clothes but wasn’t able to get glimpse of her body when Brinda jumped on his back.
He pushed her off and she grabbed the lamp, throwing it against his head as hard as possible.
She and Bella stared at him for a while, most likely thinking he was dead, but when he groaned, they both flinched away.
She went over to Bella asking if she was okay before she quickly slipped on clothes and they both ran out of the house.
He paused the video and sighed, “I’m sorry we couldn’t protect you, Ms. Dubois. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from him.”
She patted his shoulder, “I don’t blame you and like I’ve said a thousand please call me Brinda.”
“Of course, Ms.- Brinda.” They smiled, staring at each other for a bit too long. He was handsome, tall, tan skin and plump lips, his eyes were a pretty light brown.
He stood, still looking at her before taking a deep breath and leaving.
She looked over at me, a blush crawling up her neck. “I have the photos on my phone.” We walked back downstairs, and I didn’t bring up that heated eye contact back there.
She handed me her phone and I swiped through a few of the many photos.
The first photo I saw was her with a hand bruise around her neck and a busted lip.
The second was similar but she had a black eye. The third had blood trickling down her chin, lips busted, and a broken nose.
The fourth was a full body photo, her legs had purple bruises all over them, her arms bruised as well and her eye black.
She left and went to get a cup of water while I went through the photos and picked the ones that would be better used for evidence.
My heart twisted at the sight of these photos; seeing all of the things that happened to her was saddening.
Her court date was tomorrow so I gathered as much photographic proof of abuse, mainly the ones that would catch the jury’s attention.
After my meeting with her, I went back home to continue to put everything together.
I had to make sure everything was behind perfect because the of the smallest thing goes wrong then the whole case is going downhill.
TBC