LUTHER'S POVHenry was looking at me with fury in his eyes as I thought of what to tell him. Can I lie to him? But what will I tell him cos it is obvious that it is a lady's underwear? Can I tell him that it belongs to my girlfriend? If I should tell him that, how do I explain how it got torn? If the matter escalates and my father gets to hear about it, he will likely summon my girlfriend if I claim it belongs to her. That would further complicate things cos my girlfriend would get upset that I have another girlfriend and may likely not admit that the panties belong to her even though I persuade her. Besides, Whitney would identify it as hers and it would be outrageous to be arguing with her over panties. Considering all this, I resigned myself to fate and decided to admit to the allegation. I believe that if I plead with Henry not to tell anyone, he wouldn't and I will also plead with him to beg Whitney on my behalf so that she wouldn't tell anyone. "Luther, I just asked you a
LUTHER'S POVAs Henry waited for me to answer his question, I couldn't help admiring his level of intelligence. He seems to know me so well cos he was right that I am capable of committing murder but I will be the biggest fool to admit to that. I have always known him to be intelligent but in recent times, especially since my episode with Whitney, I have secretly marveled at his level of intelligence and that is the more reason, I have to be very careful about what I divulge to him. Henceforth, I must be mindful of how I answer his questions, I resolved."Are you stupid? Why should you be asking me if I intend to add murder to my list of atrocities? What kind of question is that? Do you expect me to respond to that?" I asked with anger."Yes, I expect you to answer me," he replied bluntly."You must be out of your mind if you think I will answer such a question! Don't you ever ask me such a question again! Is that clear?" I yelled glaring at him."Hmmm...I guess you don't want to ans
HENRY'S POVI left Luther's room with a mixture of sadness and anger. I felt sad because a sense of impending doom seem to be hovering around him and I felt angry because he refused to listen to me. The most annoying part is that he is accusing me of wishing evil to befall him when all I want is the best for him and that is why I am clamoring for him to change from his evil ways.As I was walking down the hallway and heading to Whitney's room, I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped in my tracks and turned my head to see my father walking toward his room. At that moment, he saw me too and there was a look of surprise on his face as we made eye contact. Seeing him, I remembered that I wanted to talk to him about Luther. It is rare to see him at home during the day, so, I saw it as an opportunity to talk to him if he would give me the time. I turned around and started walking towards him and he stopped in his tracks as he waited for me.
HENRY'S POV"Dad, I have never discussed Luther in the way I want to discuss him with you now even though I have been bothered about his behavior over the years. The reason I have kept mum is that I thought he would change with time but from the look of things, I don't think he is ready to change. I have been watching him secretly over the years ever since we were kids and I guess you will agree with me that he has always been ferocious."My father was silent for a moment as he gazed at me. "How exactly do you mean?" he asked after some seconds. "Dad, before I say what is on my mind, don't you think Luther is vicious, savage, and violent?""Hmmm...those are very strong words that connote a bad person. I don't think I will agree with all the words you labeled him with but I will say he is rather eccentric," he said with a gentle tone."Dad, to me, I think Luther's behavior over the years is beyond eccentric. I am sorry if you feel that the words that I used are too strong but I can't
WHITNEY'S POVAs I lay on my bed soon after Henry left my room, I drifted off to sleep. I slept for almost an hour and when I woke up, I felt invigorated. My mind drifted to my encounter with Luther in his room but I quickly banished the thought. I was feeling bored and claustrophobic in my room, so, I decided to go to the packhouse even though I don't like going there because of the boys that often pester me.I sat up for some seconds and thought about Henry. I recall how upset he was when I narrated the ordeal I suffered at the hands of Luther and how he stormed out of my room to confront him.It's been over an hour since he left and I expect him to come back to tell me how it went. Why is he taking so long? Has he left Luther's room and decided to rest and he is now in his room? Or has he gotten into a fight with Luther and he has probably injured him? Has Luther killed him for confronting him? Could Henry's corpse be lying in Luther's room? I became alarmed as so many thoughts f
WHITNEY'S POVHenry and I walked down the hallway and went down the stairs. I saw Sarah, one of the maids coming out of the laundry who greeted us and we responded. As we came out of the house, I saw Luna Viola alighting from her car and my heart skipped a bit. She was carrying a food hamper and a handbag. Henry smiled as he saw his mother and to my bewilderment, he held my hand and pulled me towards his mother who frowned immediately as she saw us. "My mother is back. She went to visit a friend who was celebrating her birthday.""Henry, I don't think it's a good idea for me to go with you. You can go and meet your mother while I go on my way to the packhouse," I said as I tried to pull my hand but he held it firmly and gently drew me."Come off it. Let's just go to greet her, then, we can continue on our way to the packhouse," he said with a smile.I averted my eyes to Luna Viola and watched her as she shut the door of the car. She set the food hamper and her handbag on the roof o
WHITNEY'S POVI was bewildered as my eyes swept from Henry to his mother. The fact that I was the one who caused the rift between mother and son made me feel guilt-ridden. I have to do something. I just can't stand here and be looking at them. But what can I do to quell the situation? Before I say anything, I have to move from the reach of Luna Viola. I thought as I quickly took some steps back and I was about three feet away from her. "Henry, please, let go of your mother's hand," I pleaded as I gazed at him.He turned his head to look at me and we made eye contact as I pleaded with my eyes.Instantly, he let go of his mother's hand and took a few steps away from her."Mom, I implore you, don't lay your hands on Whitney again. She has done nothing wrong to you. I am the one to be blamed for everything cos I was the one that held her hand. Even when she pleaded with me to let go of her hand, I refused. So, you can put all the blame on me."Luna Viola slowly dropped her hand while he
WHITNEY'S POVI could see a mixture of hatred and anger on Lilian's face as we gazed at each other. Her face was heavily made up as usual. I have often wondered why she wears heavy makeup cos it doesn't make her look beautiful. As far as I am concerned, it makes her look uglier, more like a clown at a circus. She was dressed in a cream tank top and a black mini pencil skirt. On her feet were a pair of black leather flat shoes. Even though she was a poor dresser and terrible at makeup, her clothes were usually lovely and looked expensive. I have seen her several times in the mornings without makeup and she always looks kind of better to me. If she loves make-up so much and she knows that she can't do without it, she should wear a very light one. Her mother, Luna Viola wears makeup well which enhances her beauty and she also dresses impeccably. I have never seen anyone that dresses better than her or that looks so good on makeup. If I was Lilian's sister or we we