THE TRUTH

I woke up the next morning as earlier as I could. My mother, Tami and Kiki were sleeping. I woke up before the alarm I set on my cell phone had rung. It was few minutes past 5:am. Was I a bit too early? I had thought on my way to Peter’s room. I shunned the voice in my head who was begging me to take a U turn back to our room. I knocked on Peter’s door not being sure of whether he would respond or not. He might still be asleep I thought. I knocked for the third time telling myself it was the last time I would knock if I did not get a response. “Who is there?” I heard him say. “It is I Fetty.” I quickly replied. I had expected him to say go away or why are you here? But instead, I heard the key hole moving. He unlocked the door and asked me to come in. “I am in a hurry.” I began. I looked at his face and my expectations were violated. I was expecting his face to be all moody, sad or perhaps his eyes swollen but it seemed Peter slept better than I did. “I am very sorry