The Pool's Betrayal: Deadly Parties, Lies, and Secrets

Martha lingered at the pool's edge, her mind a whirlwind remorse and irritation. The evening had unr in unexpected ways, her to confront the of a situation she never meant to instigate.

“Hey, brilliant thinker!” Jur taunted, his voice laced with sarcas, “Why not something different?”

Start, Martha recoiled at the sound of his tone. “I’m sorry, but I’m busy,” she responded, striving to maintain her calm.

Unmoved by her explanation, Jur persisted. “Martha, darling, my friends just want you to join them for a swim. That’s all!”

She firmly shook her head, her voice quaking. “Oh my God, no! But—”

Interrupting, Jur smirked. “Just socialize a bit. Zip it, shed your clothes, and leap into the pool! Remember who spammed you?”

Martha hesitated, baffled. “What?” she managed to ask.

“She's ready,” Jur continued, barely acknowledging her confusion. “Oh, and don’t forget what Chris said about her—she’s a total knockout, man.”

Martha’s pulse quickened as she nervously queried, “Oh yes… Where’s Chris?”

“He’s on his way,” Jur replied, then mockingly called out, “Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy!”

Just then, Chris appeared, casting a frosty glance at Martha. “Your dad pays me, not you, Chris,” he scoffed.

Fear surged through Martha as she realized just how dire the situation had become. “You’re dead! You’re dead! My father’s going to kill you!” she yelled, her voice rising in panic.

Unfazed, Jur shrugged it off. “Then call your daddy. You’re nothing without him.”

Desperation clawed at Martha. “Hey, come on! What will it take for you to jump into the pool?”

Jur gripped her roughly. “Hey, let go! 100, 200, 300? Let me go!” she cried, struggling against him.

“Okay, just tell me your price! Please!” she begged, hoping to escape this nightmare.

But the chaos only intensified. Sounds of the scuffle echoed as Martha fought to break free. She glanced around in dread, shouting, “What are you staring at? Call 911! I wasn’t even here!”

Now panicking, Jur released her. “Dude, hey!” he murmured, attempting to regain control.

The scene shifted. Martha awoke groggily, unsure of her surroundings or the events that led her here. “What happened? Why am I here?” she questioned, her mind clouded.

Jur leaned closer, urgency in his voice. “What are you talking about? Please tell me you remember nothing.”

“What day is it?” Martha asked, still disoriented.

“Today? Wednesday?” she replied, the uncertainty evident in her tone.

Jur’s expression grew pale. “That was two days ago! What is all this?”

Martha’s eyes widened as fragmented memories began to surface. “Sam, did you throw another party? I swear, if you did, you’ll never see another penny of my money, got it?”

Jur quickly redirected blame. “She threw the party! It’s all on her!” he announced.

Martha’s thoughts remained disorganized. “Yes, I arrived here and noticed her and her friends by the pool. They might have broken into your bar.”

“Is that true?” she asked, doubt creeping into her voice.

“I can’t recall… It’s all a blur,” Martha mumbled. “Naturally, it’s all a fog. They had drugs with them. Seriously, just look at her!”

Seizing the opportunity, Jur escalated the claims. “Of course, they brought drugs. I’ll review the security footage.”

“Cameras? No way, Martha!” Jur shouted, disbelief saturating his voice. “I trusted you!”

Martha sensed the situation unraveling. “Sir, I have no idea how this got in here. I swear to you!” she pleaded.

Jur dismissed her defense. “Look, she’s covering her tracks. What’s your next move? Planning on killing us? Is that it?”

“No, sir, you know me. I’d never do something like that. Please trust me. Let the police handle this, okay?” Martha’s voice was desperate, her mind racing with possible solutions.

Jur’s reply was chilling. “Fine, in the meantime, why don’t you gather your belongings? I can hardly believe this…”

Two days later, the tension remained thick. The officer reviewing the case spoke plainly. “When will we know if she’s telling the truth?”

“In two days,” Martha answered, her voice strained. “Two days is a long time. Until the forensics team takes fingerprints and checks the database, we won’t have answers. But I promise, we will identify everyone involved.”

Jur, clearly anxious, interjected. “Excuse me, officer, are you certain they will identify everyone?”

“Yes, everyone,” the officer affirmed. “What did you expect? This is science. It’s incredibly accurate these days.”

Martha noticed Jur’s agitation. “That’s good. Really good. Why are you so anxious?”

Jur faltered, “Me? No! I’m just frustrated because our maid is lying to us outright. Of course, I’m frustrated!”

Turning back to the officer, Martha was desperate for a swift resolution. “Officer, can we expedite this process at all?”

“Not unless she confesses. Then it’s a closed case,” the officer explained.

Jur’s gaze narrowed as he made a choice. “Could I ask you to verify your personal details?”

“Are you here to hurl accusations again?” Martha asked, exasperation bubbling.

Jur dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve come to make a deal. I want you to confess… for money, naturally.”

Martha’s suspicions were confirmed. “I knew it! This is all your fault, and you’re trying to pin it on me!” she exclaimed.

“Hey, hey, hey, Martha! Hold on,” Jur urged, attempting to de-escalate the situation. “Maybe… maybe I threw a little party, and it spiraled out of control. I’m not proud of it, but I can’t destroy my relationship with Dad.”

“Oh, really?” Martha replied, sarcasm dripping from her words.

“Yes! No, no, no! I’ll tell him everything!” Jur insisted.

Martha remained unconvinced. “Martha, Martha, don’t you see? He won’t believe you after all this. But I could reward you. I could.”

Jur softened his approach, trying another angle. “Martha, I know you send your entire paycheck to your family in Mexico. I know it, and I can double it. Even triple it, alright? You’ll face a little time for property damage, but your family won’t go hungry. I can make this happen. Consider this a small advance for you and your family.”

His words lingered heavily, a bribe difficult to ignore. She understood the implications of her choice, but the thought of her family suffering was unbearable.

Finally, she relented, her voice merely a whisper of surrender. “Okay… I agree.”

Jur’s expression was victorious, but before he could revel in his triumph, Martha’s voice sliced through the air. “What the hell? What did you do to my pool?”

“This is my 18-year-old Scotch!” Jur exclaimed. “You didn’t even drink it!”

Martha’s anger surged as she confronted him. “Martha, just tell Marison what you know about this.”

Jur took a steadying breath before responding. “As I mentioned earlier, there was a party. Clearly, a bunch of girls were swimming in the pool. Some guys raided your whiskey. Your collectible whiskey, Dad. But there was a fiesta. Everyone was getting hammered, and it was chaos. But the wildest of all was your son.”

Martha couldn’t believe her ears. “What? Why are we even listening to her? She’s said more than enough! Just get her out of here!” she shouted, trying to regain dominance.

But Jur wasn’t done. “Call your son, and you’ll get the full picture. You ready?”

Martha’s heart plummeted. “What? Dad, are you serious?”

Jur’s tone was resolute. “Of course I’m serious. Where’s my phone?”

“Your phone is at the bottom of the pool,” Jur answered. “You’ll find everything you need in his gallery. Didn’t they tell you that every secret eventually surfaces?”

Jur’s final words left Martha in shocked silence. “Dad…”

“Son,” Jur said, his voice heavy with finality, “I suggest you prepare to dive for your phone, because that’s the last thing my money will ever buy you.”

As the weight of Jur’s statement settled on the group, the undeniable truth loomed over them. Martha realized that life would never return to how it once was.