188. Consequences

Bridgeport, present day...

Bianca had just returned from dropping off her son at playschool when her doorbell rang. She frowned, wondering who it was so early in the morning. She didn’t have a lot of friends. In fact she didn’t have any friends at all. When things ended between her and Beau, her so called friends had vanished too.

Bobo, Vladimir’s kitten, meowed at her on her way to get the door. Bianca glanced at his empty bowl. He was obviously hungry. She told herself she’d feed him as soon as she got rid of her visitor.

“You took your damn sweet time,” the messenger drawled when Bianca opened the door.

She was shocked at his abruptness, but she didn’t say anything as he shoved a serious looking envelope in her hand. Before she’d even had time to grasp what it was that he had given her, the messenger had already spun on his heel and was now starting towards the elevators.

“What’s this?” Bianca called after him.

“Why don’t you read it?” The messenger sighed impatiently as he got in the lift and vanished from her life.

Bianca walked back inside her tiny flat and locked the door behind her. Before she could rip into the envelope Bobo whined again at her feet, reminding her he was hungry.

She dumped the envelope on the counter and fed the cat.

The home phone rang and Bianca dazedly reached for it. It was her mother, she’d just seen a news clip of K-Infinity and she’d remembered she worked with the band and she was wondering why she didn’t come to Sunset Valley for the tour.

“Mom, I don’t work for them anymore, I told you this,” Bianca sighed irritably, and immediately regretted it, it wasn’t her mom’s fault that she was getting old and forgetful.

“Well I’m sure if you asked them nicely they’d take you back. It would have been nice to see you since they are in town,” her mom continued.

“A lot happened between us, mom. But I promise we’ll come and see you. Vlad misses you, he asks about you all the time. I love you mom, got to go!” Without waiting for her mom’s response she disconnected the line.

Bianca sat down and ripped the envelope; she immediately regretted it when the contents of the letter sunk in. Beau’s lawyer wanted her to submit to a paternity test for Vladimir. If the results came back in Beau’s favor they planned on asking the judge to grant him sole custody. Her ex’s Rottweiler politely advised her to find herself a good lawyer.

“No,” Bianca cried as she let the threatening papers fall from her hands, they made a soft, fluttering sound when they hit the counter top.

She blindly pulled out her mobile and called Beau. He picked up on her fourth try, she knew he’d ignored her previous three calls just to rile her up.

“What the hell is this? You can’t do this! You can’t take him away from me. I’m his mother!” She shrieked as soon as she heard his cold voice.

“You forced my hand when you took him in for that fucking procedure even after I asked you not to. I warned you there’d be consequences!” Beau couldn’t wait to throw her actions back in her face.

“I did it for him,” Bianca countered. But nothing she said would change his opinion of her. He’d made up his mind, she was guilty and had to be punished to the full extent of his law.

“This isn’t over Beau!” Bianca threatened him.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Beau retorted before he hung up.

 Bianca threw herself a pity party for a few minutes before she gathered her missiles.

She hated what she was about to do, but with no money to pay for a good lawyer she had no other choice. She reluctantly dialed her mother’s number and braced herself for the barrage of questions…