Esthers POV;   I am busy making a diary entry when I hear a knock on my rooms door.    "Yes? "I call.    "May I come in?" My brothers voice replies and I look down at the book before me. I'm toast if he should read even a single page of this book.    "Hold on a minute. "I call before stuffing the sparkling, hard cover, pink book in the secret compartment of my drawer I made for it.    "Come in. "I call once I'm done and Derrick pops his head in.    "Hey, "He says as he walks in and shuts the door behind him.    "Hi. "I reply with a smile.    "I got you something. "He says and my forehead creases.    "Unripe mangoes. I heard they are good for pregnant women. "He replies placing a white Polly bag on the study table before which I'm sitting.   

Esthers POV; "What? "My father questions more calmly as he makes his way to my bed and sits beside me.   "You were rapped? When did this happen? "My father questions. Taking my left cheek in his palm in ever so sweet affection.    I gulp before answering "Three months ago. "And he freezes.    "What? "He questions in pure confussion and I look up at Derrick before answering.    "I didn't know I was rapped till I tested positive for pregnancy. We then connected the dots and found out how the child came about." I reply and my father looks over at Derrick who in turn looks away. His mood is still sore.    "Tell me dear, who did this? "My father questions and I watch my heart jump out of the window.    "Answer me dear. "My father persuades and I look up at Derrick. Begging him with my eyes not to let me do this alone. 

 I am standing at the entrance of our house with my bags and baggages packed. It all started like a joke this morning and it's already 8:00 p.m. Brother Derrick and I exhausted the whole day trying to convince my father to change his mind.  I've been crying all day without a single break. My life has finally gone downhill. Kunle has destroyed me.  I knew this was going to happen. I saw it coming. I felt it in my gut. I warrned my brother but as usual, he did not listen to me and did what he thought was best.  Now I'm facing the music . Derrick had called Dayo, but he is still not here.    "Get out of my house! What are you still doing here? " my father screams and I jump again in fright. Goodness knows how many times I've done that today.    "Daddy please don't do this to me. I beg you. Where will I go? " I plead with my father. Crying in bitterness.    "You shou

We arrive at Dayo's house and it's already 10:00 pm. As he drives into the compound, I realise there's power outage.   As he pulls his car to a stop, he calls for his gate man    "Audu!  "   "Sir! " the Slender young man replies running towards us.   "Turn on the gen. " Dayo command as he gets out of the car.   I stare nervously at Dayos house. I can't believe I'm actually going to live here. For how long? For how long am I going to live here? I honestly have no idea what's going to happen next. I am just as clueless as can possibly be.    I am pulled back to my environment by the sound of Dayos car trunk opening. I turn around and find him bringing my things out of the trunk and I swallow. This is really happening.  I get down from the car and try to carry one of my bags but he stops me.  "Don't worry, I can c

Derricks POV; I have never been so angry about anything in my whole life. Except from when I lost Ope, this is the second worst wave of anger I've faced in my entire life.    How on earth will my father do this to Esther! What sort of messed up mentality is this? It's been a whole week and he's still hell bent on keeping Esther away from him and the house.    Like, what sort of father blames his daughter for getting raped? This is the freaking 21st century. Yes, I know Esther made a mistake. Dressing in such a provocative way and showing up at a boys hotel room so late at night, yes, part of the blame can be given to her but definitely not all of if.   I went to visit Esther a few days ago and she told me that even if father appologizes, she isn't going to come back. They put me in the center of this whole mess!    I've been cold to my father for days and he doesn't seem to bot