Hearts, Minds and Souls.

tarted to live together. "Darla's parents are wealthy, so are mine. Scarlett ran from home because of poor condition." Bel began. "On my part, my parents were tired of me, so they dump

ogether in harmony for about a year now.". Becka nodde

le with that statement. Dad?, she asked herself. She didn't know. Becka didn't know Sandra's father and didn't care to know, since they would deny their fathering a baby. She remembered Ed, one of the guys she had slept with. Ed was a very handsome guy, and Becka wondered whether he was her baby's father. Her mind jolted back t

f in her arms. Bel smiled wryly. "Didn't you think of an abortion?" Bel asked, still smiling. Becka took a deep breath. "Well... Scarlett and a few friends suggested that, but I don't have such a bold heart to kill someone." Becka responded. Bel frowned distinctly, "It's not 'killing someone'." Bel defended. Becka lowered her eyes. " It is, Bel." she simply said. Bel roa

lett said, quite exhausted. "Welcome back, girls." Bel replied, handing each of them a glass of cold water. Becka assisted in taking the bags to the kitchen. When she returned, the girls were discussing it excited

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going to be fun!

with Bel over a joke she cracked. As she placed three whole chickens with dressing in the oven, she heard Sandra's cries. She left hurriedly for her room. She bumped into someone. "Sorry." she quietly said and wanted to leave when the guy blocked her way. She looked up. He smiled at her. His smile sent cold shivers down her spine. "You're such a beautiful lady." he said. Becka glanced at him. He looked like an alligator and a terrible odour of alcohol gushed from his mouth.

music was playing, and Becka stood, watching Darla dance funnily to the music. Then, it dawned on her that she was drunk. Becka laughed, shook her head and went to the kitchen. After dinner, the party began. Bel was busy preparing snacks for their guests and invited Becka to help her out. "What are you doing?" Becka asked, moving

asked as she saw Becka about to go to her room. " I'm not, Darla. I'm tired." she simply repli