Chapter Eight- What were you thinking?

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"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche


Just like every morning since the introduction, I woke up with a splitting headache. I massaged my forehead to ease the ache. Instead of relief, my mind floated back to the events of the past week and it worsened.

Discovering that my mum had faked her heart attack a month back, just so I could move to the family house and have my movements monitored, angered me. To think that she tried to fake another one to keep me from moving back to my apartment, made me shake my head in repulsion. She let herself become a pawn in my father's hand.

Worse, thoughts of Enitan filtered through my mind and troubled me. I knew the wedding date announcement ruined any little hope left for my redemption. The feeling that I owed her an explanation gnawed at my chest, it took all my self-control not to drive to her house when Everest informed of her release from the hospital on Tuesday.

I dragged myself out of bed, took some pills for the ache and had my bath. With the intention to work from my 'Foxtrap' office for the day, I casually dressed in a navy blue odd vest on sky blue shirt, blue jeans and a grey Chelsea boot. I walked down the stairs while I fastened the leather wristwatch to my wrist.

"Good morning Sir. There's a woman outside insisting on seeing you." Maureen, the housekeeper's voice brought me to a standstill.

That crazy obsessed wedding planner lady. Even after I ditched my private line to avoid hers and Annabelle's incessant calls, she still came to the house?
Or could it be Annabelle? Her flight details showed her return for next week.

"Everest." I nodded. Knowingly, he walked out to confirm the identity of the caller.

"She came here throughout last week, she stopped when I told her you moved out," My housekeeper said.

"And you didn't see the need to inform me even after I returned?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I just thought it was one of those girls coming to cause trouble after hearing of your wedding plans."

I glared at her. Everest's interruption saved her from my wrath.

"I think you may want to see this, sir," he said.

I picked my leather bag and headed outside the house.

"Tanya?" I asked, in shock.

She stood in front of the gate in pyjamas, her face showed she skipped her bath before coming.

"How are you here?" I asked her, my hand gesturing suprise.

"There's something you need to know, before it's late. I don't care about whatever messed up love game you and my friend got going on."

"T. Can you just go straight to the point?" I became impatient.

She blew out air, then spoke, "Enitan is pregnant."

I went blank. I must have misheard her.

"Enitan is pregnant. She's been talking of an abortion since she found out about the baby. This morning, I found this paper on the dresser. She's getting rid of it."

I don't recall how I snatched the paper from her hands and jumped into the SUV. I'd always been an advocate of safe driving, but I found myself driving to the mainland like a psychopath with a death wish. I drove while my fingers drummed impatiently on the wheels, I bashed the cars in the annoying traffic jams and honked at anything that stood in my way.

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