Chapter 120
120 – The Storm
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“It is true. That night, after speaking with you all, I went home and discovered that the doctor had already informed my family. Yuvonne had turned my parents against me, and they were beyond enraged. I’m not putting all the blame on her, but she was among the people who started to abuse me. They even threatened to kill my baby p>
I took a deep breath to continue going.
“However, somehow, I grew protective enough of my child to speak up for myself and for him. That was when I ran upstairs to my room,” paused, noticing the way Baxter seemed to be struggling with the truth.
“What happened then?” he asked, his hands clutched together, eyes on the ground.
“ I heard the footsteps, but none of them tried to come inside,” I stated.
Baxter briefly lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. He didn’t seem like someone who doubted me.
It looked as though he was feeling more than the truth, he was feeling my pain from that time, which gave me strength to keep going.
“I heard my stepmother formulating a plan.” I took deep, heavy breaths.
“What kind of plan?” he forced out, closing his eyes and leaning back, waiting for the plan to be revealed.
“That when everybody would leave to sing Alpha Ron happy birthday, and the entire Omega neighborhood would be empty. They planned to push me down the stairs.” I managed to say that much before my voice cracked, and his eyes shot open.
“It’s true. They were going to push me downstairs to get rid of the child so that by the time the council arrived, there would be no baby p>
I watched him silently, his face frozen in shock.
But the intensity of his gaze made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“How did–how did you-” He paused, rubbing his face with his hands. “How did you survive p>
Compassion was all I could hear in his voice, but there was something else too, it was guilt.
“ I snuck out the window,” I said. “Then I went straight to the docks where they were loading the trash.” I mumbled, mentioning those who didn’t have the wolf trash, including myself.
“I guess I just fit in,” I added that none of the warriors could detect the wolf on me, so they let me pass and board.
“Now you tell me, what do you mean by we talked via texts?” I asked him.
“We exchanged texts that night. After you left, I texted you. You read the messages. I basically just told you my plan. ”
At this point, he spoke softly, avoiding eye contact, staring outside at the storm.
The wind was picking up, but more was happening inside than what the storm outside showed.
“I don’t get it. You told me you didn’t want the baby in front of everyone, so why did you text me? What game were you trying to play with me p>
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As soon as I asked, he gave me his full attention, even making eye contact.
“I wasn’t playing any game with you,” he snapped.
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“Then why didn’t you say anything in front of the others when I came to tell you about the pregnancy?” I asked, my voice tinged with bitterness because I didn’t want them to take him from me again.
He rushed over his words until the last part, and my body tensed.
“What do you mean by ‘again‘? ” I questioned, my lips curling slightly.
That was all we could speak of before it became too much.
Suddenly, the door slammed open. Both of our heads snapped toward the arriving figure.
Graham stormed in, eyes narrowed, face wrinkled.
“What is going on here?” he asked, looking at me, then at his friend, as if we had done something wrong by sitting here and talking without including him.
“Don’t come to my room acting like you have any authority to question me, Graham, ” Baxter hissed.
I guessed all the anger from finding out the truth was bound to come out somehow.
Even for me, just looking at Graham made me angrier. I rose from my seat to face him.
“Did you tell him? Did you complain to him?” Graham asked, briskly stepping toward me.
I raised my palm to stop him in his tracks.
“Even if I did, do you think you have the right to ask me not to?” I muttered.
Graham turned to look at Baxter instead.
“And what is that?” Graham instantly reached for Baxter’s phone, aiming for the open text conversation.
I guessed he had only caught a glimpse of it before Baxter snatched it back.
Baxter, however, despite wanting to argue with Graham about coming here or anything else, still seemed in pain from discovering the truth and from knowing I had made it clear I wasn’t the one who texted him.
The texts, though, were still repeating in my head. They were horrible.
The things said under my name by someone else were just horrible.
“You guys are sitting here talking about the past. Why?” Graham complained. “Did you come here to complain to him and he told you he wants you to?” His ignorance shocked me.
“No. You’re the only one who started it. And the fact that you still have the nerve to come here, stand in front of me, and question me just makes me wonder if I ever really knew you at all,” I muttered, watching him slowly realize how much less likable he had made himself with his earlier stunt.
“Okay, I see what is going on. You are only seeing my aggression, and you’re unwilling to see the love I have for you. Because if you had seen my love, you wouldn’t be getting angry with me,” he complained, focusing on my reaction instead of how much he had disappointed me with his threats.
“Wait. You cannot just come to her and tell her to divorce her husband and marry you when she doesn’t want to and you already have a wife. ” Finally, Baxter shook out of the trance and took a firm stand for me.
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