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
WHITNEY'S POV"Dad, is Alpha Don aware that you are going to the hospital?" I asked with curiosity."Yes, I told him this morning shortly before he went out. Though I didn't tell him you are going with me. Besides, he has been aware that your mother is ill since when the sickness started and is also aware of her hospital appointments. I always tell him when I'm going to the hospital. Why did you ask?" "I was worried that he might not know that you are going to the hospital cos he might need to see you and he finds out that you are not around, he might be angry. But more importantly because everyone in the family is also going and I feel he needs to know.""Alright. Though he is not aware that you and Martin will be going with me to the hospital..."Just then, my dad's phone began to ring. He quickly picked it up and answered the phone. The only thing I heard him say was, "we will be there in a minute.""Whitney, that was Martin on the phone. He said that he is with the cab driver and
WHITNEY'S POVAs the cab sped on the highway to the hospital which I and all my family members have been using since I was a kid, from time to time, I stole glances at my mom and dad. My mom who was sitting beside me in the back seat of the cab was looking so sick which made me feel sad and scared.Although my dad said that she has been ill for the past two weeks, I knew it wasn't as bad as it is now. Without a doubt, I knew the shock of the news about my rape and pregnancy had worsened her health. My father, on the other hand, was looking worried and sad. He was looking out of the window most of the time and seemed to be lost in thought but he turned from time to time to gaze at my mom with deep sorrow in his eyes. Martin who was sitting in the front passenger seat appeared to also be lost in thought. In other words, everyone in my family looked sad including me. The cab driver was focused and looking straight ahead as he drove at a moderate speed.As we got closer to the hospital
WHITNEY'S POVMy father and I entered the laboratory and my eyes swept across the various medical equipment. I saw three laboratory technicians engrossed in their work.My father headed to one of them and I followed him. As the lab tech saw us, he left what he was doing and came to meet us. He greeted my dad and he responded before I greeted him. He was a young man in his late twenties. He had a cute face and his hair was blonde. He was of average height and was a little bit muscular. He was wearing a lab coat and on his feet were black leather shoes. My father started conversing with him while my eyes swept across the lab. A pungent smell of chemicals drifted into my nose making me wrinkle my nose and I felt uncomfortable. This would be the second time visiting a lab and I felt the same way the first time I visited. After a minute, the lab tech started walking toward the left side of the lab where there was a desk and a chair, and my father and I followed him. The lab tech told m
WHITNEY'S POVI was brooding and lost in thought when I heard my dad say, "Martin, Whitney, let's go home. The taxi has arrived."I jolted from my thoughts and saw him standing in front of us. I turned to see Martin seated beside me and he was looking very agitated. On impulse, I reached out and gently squeezed his hand. He turned to look at me and smiled faintly. "I don't like the way that the two of you are taking your mother's illness. I know that your her illness has deeply affected the two of you but you don't have to look like someone carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Please, I want the two of you to cheer up, okay? I want you to have faith that everything will be fine," my dad said."Alright, dad," Martin and I chorused in unison.We rose from our seats at the same time and followed our dad who was heading to the exit door of the hospital. The three of us stepped outside and continued to follow him. I looked a little ahead of me and saw a tall chubby man we