glossy pink lips pursued together, tears blossoming in chocolate eyes and the whispers echoing in her ears. she should have known, should have paid attention to the rumors and connected the dots. perhaps if she was not so busy trying to save a doomed relationship ( if she was not so BUSY stalking the boy she loved ), she would have seen it. miles was the dad. the baby lola had aborted would have been a hollingsworth -- her niece or nephew. everyone knew it. and now, so did she. her brother’s play was suspicious enough, but his messages were proof. now she just needed a confirmation. slamming lola’s locker closed, the brunette sniffs softly, cleaning her face. “is it true? did you really sleep with my brother? was it HIS baby?” she asks, looking around to make sure no one else could hear -- this was a family matter. ( @fortunefading: lola pacini. )
