Sacrifice

Chapter 9

"You think Peter is all you paint him out to be" Paul barked at me, I came hear to confront Paul, to tell him  the hideous crime he committed, how Peter told me and how Peter is a better man.

"This godliness, this perfect man image you have for Peter, he is the opposite" he said, I thought I will have the upper hand, but he's here telling me things I never knew was possible.

"Right I fed you the viagram, who did you thing brought it, he knew because its his expertise" he said, for the very first time am having an image of a very different Peter.

"Am the product of Peters handiwork, after all am by nature the little brother that follows his brothers footsteps" I was beyond shocked by the words of Paul, I feel the greatest betrayal. I felt him hold my hand.

"Please, let's terminate it, I just got an email yesterday night that I have gotten the scholarship, I will tell my parents tonight, Peter haven't gotten a reply which am not sure if he will get it" he he brought out an envelope and brought out the scholarship letter "here is it, I just came back from printing it out I will show it to my parents today when they come back" he sighed "for the very first time I have gotten something before Peter, you telling my parents about the pregnancy will ultimately result in nullifying of the scholarship" he said breathing hard. I stared at him, I felt pity for him, I remembered how his face always lit up when he talks about Tue scholarship, I feel bad for being his obstacle, I sighed and left. This is certainly a predicament, one thing is am not aborting it, I just have to figure things out on my own.

Its already evening my parents will soon be home, I wish I can pause time and spend forever today, I walked home slowly, its just a stone throw but I took my time.

"Tonia" I heard the ever so familiar voice called, I looked up and saw Peter, for the very first time I feel hate towards him, so all this was just a mask hiding his true nature.

'Am the product of Peters handiwork, after all am by nature the little brother that follows his brothers footsteps' I remembered Paul's word, in a way we are both victim of Peter's way of life. For the fact I stupidly expected too much from him, it made it easy to blame everything on him. I walked up to him

"I hate you" I said and walked pass him, and yet again he didn't follow or call instead I heard his footstep walking away, he is really wicked, I thought astears slipped from my eyes.

I slept off before my parents got home, luckily my parents isn't the type to disturb you while you sleep, I did heard them get in but I was too weak to stood up, the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep was the loud celebration coming from Peters house. I guess Paul have told them the good news.

I woke up again with a bitter pile coming up my throat, I rushed to the toilet to throw up, I wonder when it will stop, after flushing I came out only to be face to face with my mom and I froze.

"Since when" she asked in a low threatening voice, its more dangerous than when she was asking my elder sister. 

"Four weeks" I said lowering my gaze, I readied myself for the scream that will alert the whole neighborhood.

"Who is responsible" she asked once again in a low voice, that's unexpected making me anxious. Instead of talking since I lost my voice, I pointed towards the direction of Peters house.

"Dress up, we're going there" she said and left my room, I then let go the breath I never knew I was holding.

I dressed up and refuse to think about any scenario, I walked out my room and saw the angry look on my father's face, he kept tapping his feet.

"I regret having 2 daughters" he said and left followed by my mother, this is the first time my father ever said something like that and it just scarred me, I followed them with a broken heart.

My dad banged at Peter's gate, it was on the third bang that they opened the gate. It was Paul, his eyes widened, he must have figured why we're here.

"Go get your parents boy" My dad said in a commanding tone, making Paul cower.

"OK sir" he said, but before taking a step his parents came out, still in their nightwear. They noticed something was off with the look in my parents face.

"Come inside" Paul's father invited us in, every of my footstep is heavy, Paul walked behind me. My father jumped straight to the point once we got inside no pleasantries exchanged, I looked up with tears and saw Lydia looking at me with pity.

"So tell us who is responsible" My Mom asked, I looked around and saw Paul, he's already vibrating, I remembered what he said yesterday, my heart broke for him, everybody was present except Peter. Truly his the black sheep.

"Didn't you hear me" my mom asked again this time his voice a bit raised making me flinched, I sobbed, I raise my head to point at Paul, he looks like he is now half his formal size, the moment I raise my hand Peter walked out.

"Its him" I said point my finger at Peter instead, Lydia gasped, "its Peter" I said with much hatred, afterall its his careless life that Paul imitated that got us here, so he should take the responsibility. Everybodies head turn towards him.