Piper POV
Eddie dangled me out of the window until I confessed. Mara would kill me. If I ever get out of jail. I knew I'd be in jail at least 2 years for stalking, kidnapping, stealing, and impersonating. Identity theft. Mara would be in there with me too. She was the master mind behind it all. She's the one that paid me for all the crimes. I can't believe I had gotten caught.
The police entered the room and saw me in the window and asked what had happened. I repeated the story exactly as I had when Eddie asked. Eddie nodded ocassionally and added 'mhmm's too. The investigator wrote down several things and handcuffed my hands. They eased me out of the window, with the fat wrap I had on I was a little hard. They removed the fat strip from and removed me.
"What were your intentions of jumping out of a 4 story window?" He asked me. I shrugged.
"I guess it was better to die than get caught." I said as he walked me down the stairs. He had three men downstairs with him. They sat me on a bench at the foyer while he continued talking to Mr. Rutter. One of the others put restraints on my feet. They helped me outside and into the back of the car. The car smelled weird, I gagged at the scent. I really hoped Mara would get deserved to be punished as badly as I did.
Patricia POV
When I woke up I heard a familiar voice yelling. Whoever it was they were yelling at Mara. She sounded as if she was in tears.
"Your little friend fucking screwed up! She got caught and there coming here to find us. She was dangling her ass out of a damn window and got caught by Eddie. So she told him and the cops the whole story." It was Jerome's voice.
"Let's go!" Mara screamed in between her tears. She sounded nearly hysterical. I pressed my ear against the wall and heard a door slam. Shortly after I heard sirens. I screamed trying to get attention and finaly they knocked down the door. A paramedic picked me up and took me outside to a stretcher. They loaded me in the Ambulance. Amber and Eddie were already standing inside. Eddie kissed my forehead and Amber rubbed my hand. The back doors slammed shut and I felt the Ambulance speed off.
The paramedic checked my pulse and all that. She gripped my wrist and stuck and intravene in me. She diagnosed I was malnourished. All I had eaten in the past 3 days was water and cereal. I felt weak. She took a blood sample and sat it in her box. Everything after that was a blurry dream.
Amber POV
They found Patricia in an abandonded house. She was in the back room. After the paramedic checked her out she said Trixie was malnourished. That meant she hasn't had any healthy food. Just water and cornflakes for the past few days. I rubbed her forehead as she slept.
I still can't believe the whole Piper Williamson thing. That freak stole my twins identity. She spent alot of money on useless shit and pretty much robbed us. She insulted mum and daddy and the twins. I guess Mara was behind it when she started telling us the plan. Piper was never the smart enough to figure out that complex of a plan. I just can't believe they targeted my sister.
"Is she okay?" I asked as they gave her some pills. We were in the hospital room 689. The doctor nodded.
"Just needs some rest as the intravene continues to pump. Please leave the room." I waddled out into the wating area beside Eddie. I was huge now. I couldn't even fit any regular clothes. Everything now was maternity. My heels were swollen. Alfie said I absolutly couldn't wear high heels anymore, I would trip and fall and hurt something. I believed him, most of the time. I still snuck out in my Jimmy Choo heels. Like now.
"Why are you wearing high heels Amber?" Eddie asked me.
"I'm not like your fashion challenged girlfriend. I dress to impress. Even if that means wearing high heels. I don't care if my feet hurt." He shrugged.
"What if you trip?"
"I'll be fine." I looked down at my phone. I texted Joy. She's on her 'house arrest' as she calls it. I tell her to just apolagize but she says she never will. We've been getting along since Jerome has been with Mara and she isn't aloud with anyone other than family.
"Why are you wearing heels?" I heard someone ask me. I looked up. Alfred. Shit.
"Oh these old things? I just grabbed the first thing I saw since I was in such a rush." I answered.
"I asked the same thing man." Eddie told Alfie; Alfie knit his eyebrows.
"Take them off."
"We are in the filthy hospital." I whined. He reached in his book bag and pulled out a pair of flip flops. I frowned.
"Wear these." He said.
"They don't fit."
"They'll work better than these death traps." He said as he slung my heels in his bookbag. I felt like crying.
"My feet look gross!" I complained.
"They are swollen because of your heels." He said. They were his Nike slides.
"They are boy shoes." I complained reaching for his bag.
"They look fine." I stopped trying. I crossed my ankles and Alfie looked satisfied. I glared at my feet. I looked a hot mess.
"Ow." I said. I grabbed my stomach.
"Stop complaining about your feet Amber. They probably feel better." Alfie said. Eddie laughed. I moaned again. The contractions were getting closer and closer. I was right at the 9 month mark in my pregnancy. I could pop any second now. I screeched in pain again. Eddie looked up. A puddle of water formed in my chair. Alfie shot up and grabbed me.
"She's about to go into labor!" They called. I was doubled over in pain. My middle felt like it could explode. Eddie held me up as I struggled to walk to the nurses desk.
"Owwwwwwwwww!" I yelled. Water continued streaming down my leg. The nurse lifted me onto a stretcher and wheeled me into the E.R. The water turned to blood. I screamed again. Alfie looked faint. She wheeled me into a room where a doctor was sitting. I yelled again. Eddie turned pale when the doctor lifted my dress and took a look.
"She's dialated and about to give birth." He declared. The nurse took a sonagram as I lay there. She said the baby was breech. That meant I had to do a C-section. I yelled again. They changed me into a hospital dress. They put me to sleep. Everything after that I don't remember.