Chapter 5 ; Finding The Stranger
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Briana's POV
I did not speak to Omarion until we were on our way home. He did not say anything, but I was still afraid of him.
He was killing me from the inside out with his silent treatment.
I wanted Omarion to scream at me so I could figure out what he was going to do next.
I remained in the living room as Omarion entered.
At every attempt to approach him, I drew back. I thought that he might strike me in the face.
The fact that Omarion returned with my bags only made my problems worse.
“Please do not evict me from your home. I have nowhere else to go. In this state, I would rather not walk the streets.” I cried.
“Who gives a damn? Does it seem like I care about you anymore?
Who is the father of the bastard you are carrying? Since you moved in with me, we have always had unprotected s*x, so I know it is not mine,” he politely asked.
The next time could be worse.
“It's yours, Omarion. There is no justification for me to lie to you. Remember that evening when we had unprotected s*x?” I told lies.
I tried to play a quick one on Omarion. I had no idea he was already two steps ahead of me.
“You must be the biggest fool on the planet to think I will listen to that.
What the f**k are you talking about? We barely have s*x, for crying out loud.
Wait a moment! Have you been committing infidelity against me? Is Tasha included in this?
Did she make you have s*x with another man?” He became enraged, unleashing the beast within me.
I tried to talk to him, but he ignored me.
He took my luggage into the car and drove me directly to Tasha's flat.
He made certain that Tasha was there to witness the drama.
“What is going on here?” Tasha questioned.
I was too embarrassed to tell Tasha that I was pregnant with someone I did not even know.
I did not do anything but cry on her shoulder.
“Ask your friend, who got her pregnant?” Omarion responded rudely.
His response did not surprise me. He had never liked Tasha in the beginning.
“Briana, are you pregnant? That would be impossible.
Even if she is pregnant, you will be held accountable,” Tasha defended me before hearing my side of the story.
I cannot imagine how disappointed she would be if she discovered that Omarion was correct.
“For your information, I have ended my relationship with your friend. I had to bring her here myself so you could see everything,” Omarion said, walking away.
Tasha attempted to speak with him, but she was ignored as if she did not exist.
His breakup reminded me of how unhappy my life was.
“Come inside, please.
I need you to explain what just happened,” Tasha said as she took my luggage into her home.
As we both waited for someone to speak first, we maintained absolute decorum.
It was almost as if we were competing to breathe.
“Briana?” Tasha mentioned my name several times.
“I want you to be completely honest with me. Who is accountable for your pregnancy?” Tasha inquired as she spoke slowly.
“Honestly, I do not know. I cannot recall having s*x with anyone apart from Omarion,” I said in a shaky voice, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“But he just stated that he is not responsible,” Tasha shouted at me.
She apologized immediately after realizing she had never spoken to me in this manner before.
“Tasha, you have got to believe me. Except for Omarion, I have never had s*x with anyone else. And we have always used protection during s*x,” I said.
“Oh, s**t. This is getting messier by the day.” Tasha got up and paced around like a homeless wolf in the woods.
She walked back to me, facepalming and snapping her fingers. “Oh, I remember now,”
“What do you remember?”
I became more alert than I had ever been.
I made sure my eyes were wide open so that I would not miss anything she said.
“That night, we went to the clubhouse, and I found you half naked on the ground; do you remember what happened?” I was charged by Tasha.
She was trying to get me to reconsider, but I could not.
“Brianna, please think.
That is the only way to get the answers we are looking for,” Tasha added.
Following a thorough examination, a thought flickered in my heart like sunlight.
“Yes, I recall now.”
I kept my hands below my jawline while recounting my one-night stand with a stranger.
“One-night stand?
That is ridiculous.” Tasha sneered.
“Now we are off somewhere.
Do you remember his face, name, or anything that could be used to locate him?” Tasha questioned me like a private investigator.
“I am scared, none
Aside from that, I was too drunk.
. I could not see anyone in front of me.” Tasha tapped me on the leg before I could finish talking.
“We need to return to the clubhouse right now.
Even if you do not remember his face, can you describe his physique?”
"Yes, of course I can.
“I may be drunk, but I am not blind,” I replied confidently.
Scenes from that fateful night began to replay in my head.
“Now you see.
We currently hold a lead.
Come with me now.” Tasha urged me as she drove us right to the clubhouse.
"Now, listen,
We are approaching the bartender. “I am confident that we will be able to find him based on your description,” Tasha instructed.
As we gestured to the bartender, no heart stopped beating fast.
Inside of me, I hoped and prayed that the bartender would be able to reveal some important information that would assist us in finding the man responsible for my pregnancy.
In my current predicament, I would never have imagined myself as a single mother.
I might as well end the pregnancy or place it for adoption after conception.
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