Todos os capítulos de Revenge of the Abused Luna: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

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"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 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 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 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