Prove it
Looking at bianca, "Of course it's a flat lie! A very big flat lie!"
Landing a hot slap on his face, "stop lying to me, am not a fool!" Grabbing the pregnancy test report, "now tell me that this report is a lie! Go on and prove it along with the video I saw today!" Bianca yelled with bloodshot eyes.
"Baby, about the video you saw. That was years and months ago, when Lorena and I were dating. I fucking have no idea how she made a sex video of us. But I can tell that this report is a lie." Justin replied volubly.
"Wait a sec, what pregnancy report are you guys talking about?" Nelly walked closer and took the paper from Bianca. "What's this? Fucking crap, who made this up?" Waving the paper, "who forged this–– Lorena?" Looking at everyone, "God-damn, this is a fuckin fake report."
"What?"
"Yes bianca, look at it properly." Specifying something to her, "under the medical condition of the baby, it says nil." Nelly stated.
Immediately the others heard it, they drew closer to Nelly.
"Which indicates nothing. Under the medical condition of the mother, it says nil. Age of gestation, it says nil." Crumbling the paper, Nelly tossed it aside. "Did Lorena really gave it to you? Did she?" Nelly yelled.
Biting her fingers, bianca nodded, "yes she did."
Placing his hands on his waist, "bianca you're unbelievable. You almost gave us an heart attack." Ryan said.
Brushing his hands on his face, "Didn't I told you it was fake? Lorena and I didn't had sex before we broke up! I didn't touch Lorena for months, even before we broke up and she told you she's–– Ugh, so because of this fake stuff, I almost ran into a lorry." Justin said and sat on the couch.
Cursing and blaming herself for not checking the pregnancy report properly. Bianca bit her lower lip and lowered her head, "am sorry but it wasn't my fault. She told me that you two were secretly dating and, she always pointed a pistol at me. I–"
"What? Lorena did–" getting up from the couch, Justin grabbed his car keys from the table. And was about to dash out when bianca held his hand.
"Where are you going?"
"Stop asking me sarcastic questions and get outta my way."
"Why won't I ask you questions, when you're about to thrash a woman."