HENRY'S POV"Gosh! You blatant liar! How can you say you have not seen Whitney for the past two weeks?" I asked with an incredulous expression. "Yes, I have not seen her," he reiterated."Will you shut up! First, you denied that you did not rape Whitney. Secondly, you denied that you are not responsible for her pregnancy and now you are denying that she did not come to your room and that you haven't seen her for the past two weeks. How can you deny all that without flinching?" I asked with disbelief."I am not lying...""Shut up! I will see how far you will go with this ridiculous pretense. Anyway, since you have denied everything you know you did to Whitney, I am going to remind you of something you told me a couple of weeks ago.""What is it?" he asked staring steadily at me."A couple of weeks ago, you called me to your room in the afternoon and you confessed to me that you raped Whitney. You asked me to beg her on your behalf because you want her to be your mate when you become t
WHITNEY'S POVI was lying on the bed in my room. I have been trying to read a novel since Henry left my room. However, I couldn't concentrate as my mind was in turmoil. I recalled how angry Henry was when I told him about what Luther said when I told him about my situation.There was so much rage in his eyes when he told me that he was going to confront Luther and the way he stormed out of my room got me worried. It's over thirty minutes since Henry left my room in anger and he told me he will come back to see me after he leaves Luther's room. I tried to imagine how his confrontation with Luther will be. Thinking about how ferocious Luther could be when he is angry and how equally ferocious Henry could be when he is furious made me feel agitated. I knew without a doubt that they would have a heated argument but I was worried that it could degenerate into a fight. Considering both of their temperament especially when they are angry, there is a high possibility of them fightin
WHITNEY'S POV For a moment, Luther stared at me with a mixture of shock and fear on his face which made me feel a little better considering my mind was in turmoil concerning my pregnancy. I know he believed that I don't have any evidence to prove that he raped me, so, I could understand why he looked so shocked and afraid. I turned to look at Henry and there was a surprised look on his face. His eyes were filled with questions begging for answers which I was willing to answer but not in the presence of Luther. "I know that you are just trying to hoodwink me into believing that you have evidence but I know you don't have any," he said with a smirk."Luther, do I look like I'm trying to hoodwink you? You have messed up my life in no small measure and I am devasted by my pregnancy but I have no choice but to face my fears and try as much as I can to surmount the mountain that you have put before me with your wickedness. I will be the biggest fool alive if I am bluffing consider
WHITNEY'S POV"Hello, Dad," I said and averted my eyes to Henry who was looking at me sadly. "Hello, Whitney. I saw your missed call and that is why I'm calling you back. I hope you are alright," my father said. "Not really," I replied."What is the matter?""Dad, I will like to see you and mom as soon as possible.""Whitney, are you alright? You are making me anxious," he said with a worried tone. "Dad, I can't tell you over the phone and that is why I want to see you and mom. Please, can I see the two of you this evening?""Of course. After this call, I will call your mom and tell her of your request. I guess your mother and I will be done with our work by 9 p.m. So, you can come to my room by 10 p.m. "Alright, dad. I will come and see you by 10 p.m. Till then, bye for now," I said and hung up the phone. I looked at Henry and we made eye contact. "I can see that you have made up your mind. I guess I should respect your decision. At least I have tried to make you change your mi
WHITNEY'S POV"Whitney, what are you doing here?" Martin asked with curiosity. "I want to speak with dad," I replied with anxiety."He was silent for a moment as he stared at me. I have never seen you come by this time to speak with dad. I hope everything is alright.""Yes, everything is fine," I replied. "How is your health now?" he asked."I feel much better.""Good to know. I brought some fruit for you. Should I put them in your room?" he asked as he dangled a heavy-looking paper bag before my face. "Oh, thank you. Yes, please put them in my room. I don't want to take it with me to dad's room.""Alright. I'm exhausted. I will drop the bag in your room and go to my room at once and have a quick shower and then go to bed," he said as he yawned loudly."Alright. I will see you in the morning. Good night.""Good night," he replied and headed to my room with the paper bag in his hand. I watched him open the door to my room and entered. After a couple of seconds, he came out of the
WHITNEY'S POV I was sort of scared and worried because I don't know how my parents will take the news of the pregnancy, especially my mother. I averted my eyes to her. She had stopped sobbing and was now whimpering and sniffling. I heard a voice in my head ask me why should I be worried and scared and that I need to brace up. The sooner I tell them and get it off my mind, the better for me. "Whitney, it's already late, and I'm supposed to be in bed by now as well as your mother. Your mother and I had to sacrifice our time to listen to what you had to say. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. I don't have all the time in the world. Tell us everything that is bothering you. We will listen to you and find a solution to them. I am waiting for your response to my question," my father said. As I wanted to speak, my lips suddenly felt heavy but I braced up. "About two weeks ago, I realized that I have been feeling sick. At first, I thought it was a fever and told Martin about it. He ga
WHITNEY'S POVAs I stood close to the bed watching my father console my mother while she was sobbing and sniffling, I wondered if I had made the right decision in keeping the pregnancy which has made me divulge the rape and the pregnancy to them. If I had not decided to keep the pregnancy, there would have been no need to tell my parents and perhaps, the rape incident as well as the pregnancy would eventually have been forgotten like a bad dream.I regretted my decision. However, of what use is the regret when there is nothing I can do to take back my words? I have to stop regretting and face my fears. The earlier I do that the better for me. "Your mother has slept," my father said which jolted me from my thought. I turned to look at my mother and she was sound asleep. I let out a sigh of relief cos I had thought that she wouldn't be able to sleep till daybreak. "Oh, thank goodness! So dad, all that I told you and m
WHITNEY'S POV"Dad, what is wrong with mom?" Martin asked as he stared steadily at him.I was standing beside him as I tried to control the tears that were threatening to stream down my face."At least you ought to greet me before asking me questions," my father said with slight anger."I am sorry. Good morning, dad," he greeted. "Good morning," he responded before he turned to look at me."Good morning, dad," I greeted him."Good morning, Whitney.""Dad, please, tell me. What is wrong with mom?" Martin asked with concern in his voice "Can we at least come inside the room before you start asking us questions? Can't you see that we are still standing outside?" my dad asked in exasperation."Oh, I'm sorry," Martin said as he moved aside and I also did the same making way for them. I watched as my father wrapped his arms around my mother and they walked slowly into the room."Whitney, I want your mother to lie on your bed until we are ready to leave for the hospital. I have ordered a