Confrontation

"Where is she?" Johnathan roared from the car before he could get into the house, one look at his face, and it was clear that he was furious, nobody has ever seen the level-headed young man looked so angry.

"She is in the living room acting all pitiful," Anya replied all too happy to see him, she enjoys seeing her sister's misery and wanted nothing more than to escalate the whole situation. Johnathan didn't wait to regards her like he always does and just stormed into the house. "Did you say I was responsible for your bastard baby? When did we?" Johnathan asked as soon as he saw Tamara crying on the floor.

"It's good that you are here," Elisabeth said gleefully when she noticed the annoyance on Johnathan's face, turning to the girl on the floor, she asked "Can you repeat what you told us before?" but Tamara couldn't bring herself to repeat the words, one look at Johnathan, and it was clear he wasn't the father.

"I always knew she has a secret hobby, only God knows which dirty old man knocked her off," Anya said and Johnathan turned to look at her, his face was red with anger, he could not believe the sweet girl he had always seen as harmless could do a thing like that, and right at the time they were discussing choosing a date for their wedding.

"How could you?" he asked, disappointment written all over his face, "I trusted you" he said before slumping into the nearest chair.

"I warned you she isn't all that great," Anya input and just then, the front door burst open to reveal Tamara's dad, he had rushed down from the countryside when he got the call that his precious daughter has been knocked off, he didn't want to believe it but the scene before him showed it was true.

"Welcome home daddy, I hope you believe now?" Anya said all too happy when the man walked into the living room, the shock on his face evident of his disappointment, if it were Anya, he wouldn't have been so surprised, but Tamara has always been reserved, respectful and promising but most importantly she was also his daughter, left behind by his beloved wife.

"Tamara, are you really pregnant?" he asked even after everyone told him she was, "It's okay, you can tell me, who is responsible for it?" he coaxed looking from Johnathan who was supposed to be her husband in a few months to Anya who was smug and drinking from a glass as if she has something to celebrate, his wife, Elizabeth was glaring at him daring him to try save the situation.

"I don't know daddy," Tamara said honestly, but this was laughable enough, how could anyone not know who was responsible for their baby, unless they have too many partners.

"Be honest Tamara, didn't you say it was Johnathan's?" Anya asked, walking over to the middle of the room.

"He isn't," Tamara said softly, her eyes was pleading with them to understand her situation.

"Then how did you become pregnant? And you better don't tell me you don't know," Johnathan voice reverberated within the room, "You know what? I am no longer interested in this union, I would never marry a woman like you." with that he left, too angry to keep up with the back and forth. Anya was satisfied things are going the way she wanted, right now her mother and stepfather were arguing about what to do and Anya was all too smug.

"Oh Tamara," she called bending over the distressed lady, "Our perfect little queen, if you are interested, I could give you a hint on the information you are dying to know," she said but left before Tamara could grasp what her meaning was.

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