Secret and scandals

CHAPTER FOUR

Briana's Point Of View

I heard someone scream my name as I lay half naked on the ground.

I recognize the voice as Tasha's. However, I couldn't respond due to how weak I had become.

My eyes became blurry and my head? It was more like a football pitch and a concert put together. I was afraid that I was going to go deaf for the rest of my life.

“I am right here,” I whispered, hoping it would be loud enough to draw closer to where I was.

Fortunately for me, Tasha showed me and lifted me up. I couldn't imagine how she found me.

My voice was low. There was no way she could have heard me scream.

“Oh my goodness

"What happened to you? "How did you end up half naked?” Tasha asked me.

I failed to respond.

I couldn't even recall what happened.

“Please take me home.

"I need to rest my head,” I urged Tasha.

“Not in this condition. "You are definitely going to take a bath,” Tasha insisted. She took to the bathroom and had me washed up.

She also helped me wear my clothes and drove me back to Omarion's apartment.

I slept off the whole ride and wasn't even aware when we arrived.

“We are home now. Tell me, do you recall how you ended up naked? For crying out loud, you were throwing up. Have you been drinking lately?” Tasha asked me back inside the car.

I paused for a moment to break my head. Unfortunately, I couldn't come out with anything useful. I could barely even think to save my life.

“It's fine. Let's just go inside.

"I need you to pretend to be cool. "I wouldn't want your boyfriend to be mad at me,” Tasha pleaded.

We both managed to walk inside the house. The moment I saw Omarion pacing around the living room, I knew I was in for some long talks. I tried to stay strong but I couldn't. I found myself staggering until I fell on the couch. "My breath stinks of liquor, and I was sure Omarion could perceive it too. “Look, Omarion, I know you've got a lot to say, but trust me, I can explain. It's not what you think. "She required relief from what has been happening in her life lately,” Tasha defended herself while I sat on the couch looking so clueless.

“And you think the club is the best place to cool off? "What the heck is wrong with you?” Omarion yelled at Tasha.

A fierce argument ensued between them that got me scared.

I hated myself, knowing that I was the cause of the argument.

I should have declined when Tasha suggested that we visit the clubhouse. Now she had to endure all the insults from Omarion all because she was trying to come through for me.

“Now listen really well.

I don't want ever see your ugly face in my house anymore. The next time you show up here, I will get you arrested for trespassing. Now leave!” I watched Omarion kick Tasha out of the house and I couldn't do anything about it.

It's been three weeks since Tasha last visited the house after Omarion's warning and my life hasn't gotten any better.

Loneliness had become my best friend. Oftentimes, when I'm alone, I hear voices speaking in my head as though I were going insane.

I've also been plagued by a strange illness that leaves me throwing up every single time.

I sleep a lot these days and I often experience weakness in my body. I could barely even engage in house chores anymore.

Omarion might not have mentioned it, but it was damn obvious that I was becoming a liability to him.

“Now we need to visit the hospital. You've been running temperature for over a week now. "I won't forgive myself if anything bad happens to you,” Omarion said the moment he walked inside the room and saw me shivering like a hen drenched in the rain.

I was reluctant, but eventually, I had no choice but to listen to Omarion. I couldn't imagine myself dying out of negligence.

As we drove straight to the hospital, my situation worsened. I went from having a hot temperature to dizzy eyes.

I couldn't see the doctor right in front of me. The only thing that mattered to me was going home to sleep.

“Good morning, Doctor.

Please I need to run a quick check on my fiancée. "She's been acting funny for days now, and I want her to get better,” Omarion told the doctor as he narrated the nature of my sickness and the symptoms I've been exhibiting lately.

“Noted. But first, we may need to obtain her blood sample and carry out some tests. We can't be certain what's wrong with her until the result is out. "Are you cool with that?” the doctor asked Omarion.

“Sure! I am cool with it.

"I just want to see her get better,” Omarion consented without a second thought.

Just as the doctor said, he took my blood sample and went away while we waited for him in his office.

“Thank you, Omarion,”. I uttered.

I noticed that I didn't really appreciate him for being there for me.

He has been so supportive ever since I lost my parents.

Aside from placing a restraining order against Tasha, which is closely understood, Omarion was nothing but a perfect partner to me.

“You don't have to thank me.

This is me performing my duties as your man. "If I don't look out for you, who will?” Omarion kissed my forehead.

He was the sweetest thing that ever happened to me after the death of my parents.

The doctor walked in on us, acting so cozy that he apologized for the delayed feedback. “We needed to be sure of the results before bringing it to you.”

“That's fine. Are the test results out?

What's wrong with my woman?”

Omarion asked. I could feel the curiosity in his tone of voice.

“Congratulations to you, Mr. "Omarion, your partner, is four weeks pregnant,” the doctor announced as he handed over a brown envelope to us that contained the result.

“Pregnant?”

Omarion and I spoke together. “Yes, she's pregnant.

You should be excited. This is good news. "Other men will die to become fathers,” the doctor added. He was yet to understand the reason behind the shock on Omarion's face. If only he had known that Omarion wasn't responsible for the pregnancy.