Christine hesitated before continuing with her dilemma, like she barely believe it herself. "I don't know if you know it Marcia, but my family is cursed." "Cursed Christine? In what way have you been cursed?" Marcia sat up more in her seat, feeling much more comfortable with curses than therapy. "Last time I checked, the Atwell family were nearly untouchable. Magic or otherwise." Christine nervously looked down, whether, in shame or uncomfortableness, Marcia didn't know.
"That's the thing, Marcia. Yes, we are -er, were untouchable for a couple of years. But this curse is older than that." Marica can see the panic in her client's eyes, that Christine is truly desperate for help. Christine continues on with her story, "Ever since my husband's family first established the town centuries ago, one of his ancestors accidentally, um "Played around" with the village witch's daughter. The action of which left the poor girl pregnant, and she wasn't even 10 yet either!" Marcia realized that this case got much more complicated really fast. She reaches down at her desk to grab a bottle of hard liquor from her drawers and pours a little into her coffee.
After a quick sip to make sure that it was at the right amount of alcohol for her coffee, Marica gestured to Christine to move on with the story. "Pedophilia aside, I'm guessing that the village witch was the one who cursed your husband's family." "Yes! Over the centuries, there have been a few times that the old witch's curse affected the members of the Atwell family. And there are many who died at the end."
Marica, who was feeling a bit better with the stronger drink in hand, now feels even more worrisome about her client's welfare. "Would you kindly tell me about the old Atwell curse, and who it is that I need to save from the curse?" "Well," Christine began to dig around in her purse, looking for something to present to the P.I. "The curse only targets the young girls of the family, sometime before her 10th birthday. She will begin to start showing symptoms of a woman going through pregnancy; from morning sickness, to a lack of energy, and even some minor bloating. Then she started to show that she was pregnant and her expansion continued throughout the nine months." Christine stopped digging around her bag and was now holding her phone. "Then the poor child blew up."
At this point, Marica's eyes grew wide from shock at what happened to the girls. "You meant to say that the girls of the Atwell family exploded from their pregnancy." Christine unlocked her phone and brought up the photo app. "They sometimes exploded from the unrelenting growth, and there are some times that they manage to fully deliver the babies." There were tears in Christine's eyes when she looked up from her phone, handing it to the one who may be able to help her. "And then there are poor girls who remain pregnant forever!!"
Marica took the phone from Christine, the latter of whom was now crying her eyes out. There were photos of the well-known members of the Atwell family, from the elderly grandfather who looked like he was about to kick the can to the little girl who still have her baby teeth. And interspersing those photos, there are women who are very pregnant. There were teen girls who looked like they had their boyfriends in their stomachs, and even in their golden age are there women who looked fit to bursting. The most shocking photos of all were pictures of a little girl, probably Christine's, whose belly was slowly overtaking their owner. A quick look at the time stamp told the P.I. that the photo was taken a few days ago.
"I'll take the case, Christine Atwell." Marica gave the phone back to the weeping woman and comforted her as well. "I will find out how to break the curse and save your daughter too." For once, since she was told about what had happened to her daughter, Christine felt better in ages.