could you do this to us and yourself? Haven’t we always told you how important it is to guard your reputation?” scolded Coreen Mitchell, her eyes flashing with anger.
Natasha had no words to reply to her mother’s verbal onslaught. She felt sick to her stomach and nothing was staying down. She had returned home from university three weeks earlier because she felt too ill to continue studying. Not just that, but the continuous fatigue and soreness had made it impossible to study and complete her assignments.
“It’s that man you are seeing! He has been a terrible influence on you,” chimed in Rev. Mitchell. “He should be ashamed of himself for taking advantage of you like that!
“Father, I am not exactly a child anymore and Marcus did not take advantage of me,” argued Natasha.
“The man is almost eight years older than you are, already has his degree and a job. Of course he took advantage of you. This is exactly what we warned you against. Never put yourself in a position to be dependent on any man especially one as unreliable and lacking in self-control as this Marcus Nicholls character”.
Natasha felt as though she would simply scream. Ever since she told her parents about her pregnancy and they forced her to return home by cancelling her tuition she had to endure heaps of blame as they spoke negatively about her relationship with Marcus.
Right now, it seemed as though they were warming up for the meeting that would begin in another ten minutes by practicing on her. Her parents had summoned Marcus over and now their first meeting ever was about to take place. She blamed herself for keeping her relationship a secret because Marcus had always said that he wanted to meet her parents. But, she did not think they would approve of him and now his first meeting would be under the most negative circumstances imaginable. If only she could turn back the hands of time!
At that moment, the doorbell rang and Natasha got up to answer the door. She opened it and standing there Marcus looked confident and as usual had a deep love for her shining in his eyes.
“ Hi Natasha, how are you feeling?” he asked as she let him come in.
“I could be better. I’m still finding it hard to keep anything in my stomach,” she replied.
Marcus wrapped an arm around her shoulder and drew her to him as he kissed her forehead. Somehow, Marcus always knew what she needed. She loved him so much already and although she felt sicker than she ever thought she would ever be in her entire life, deep inside she was happy about the fact that they had created someone special together.
“Natasha, who is it at the door?” came her father’s voice as he came around the corner to the foyer. As his vision caught sight of Marcus holding his daughter so intimately in his arms in his home he felt as though he would explode with anger.
“So you are the man who has dishonoured my daughter, this family and God!” began Rev. Mitchell. “You would do well to take your arms from around my daughter, while you are standing in my home!” his voice boomed.
Natasha recoiled in apprehension at hearing her father’s tone, but Marcus did not loosen his hold on her shoulder immediately. Instead , he calmly turned to face Natasha’s father and then took her hand in his own, threading her fingers through his, before speaking and walking toward Rev. Mitchell with his other hand outstretched in greeting.
“Rev. Mitchell, it is a pleasure to meet you, Natasha has told me so much about you!” he said choosing to overlook the rude way in which her father had opted to address him. He was not a child and he was determined to make sure that Rev. Mitchell saw that clearly in addition to his commitment to his daughter.
Natasha’s father looked at Marcus’ outstretched hand and made no effort to grasp it with his own. Natasha looked at her father pleading with him with her eyes to be polite. But that would not be happening tonight.
“I don’t need you
Natasha had no words to reply to her mother’s verbal onslaught. She felt sick to her stomach and nothing was staying down. She had returned home from university three weeks earlier because she felt too ill to continue studying. Not just that, but the continuous fatigue and soreness had made it impossible to study and complete her assignments.
“It’s that man you are seeing! He has been a terrible influence on you,” chimed in Rev. Mitchell. “He should be ashamed of himself for taking advantage of you like that!
“Father, I am not exactly a child anymore and Marcus did not take advantage of me,” argued Natasha.
“The man is almost eight years older than you are, already has his degree and a job. Of course he took advantage of you. This is exactly what we warned you against. Never put yourself in a position to be dependent on any man especially one as unreliable and lacking in self-control as this Marcus Nicholls character”.
Natasha felt as though she would simply scream. Ever since she told her parents about her pregnancy and they forced her to return home by cancelling her tuition she had to endure heaps of blame as they spoke negatively about her relationship with Marcus.
Right now, it seemed as though they were warming up for the meeting that would begin in another ten minutes by practicing on her. Her parents had summoned Marcus over and now their first meeting ever was about to take place. She blamed herself for keeping her relationship a secret because Marcus had always said that he wanted to meet her parents. But, she did not think they would approve of him and now his first meeting would be under the most negative circumstances imaginable. If only she could turn back the hands of time!
At that moment, the doorbell rang and Natasha got up to answer the door. She opened it and standing there Marcus looked confident and as usual had a deep love for her shining in his eyes.
“ Hi Natasha, how are you feeling?” he asked as she let him come in.
“I could be better. I’m still finding it hard to keep anything in my stomach,” she replied.
Marcus wrapped an arm around her shoulder and drew her to him as he kissed her forehead. Somehow, Marcus always knew what she needed. She loved him so much already and although she felt sicker than she ever thought she would ever be in her entire life, deep inside she was happy about the fact that they had created someone special together.
“Natasha, who is it at the door?” came her father’s voice as he came around the corner to the foyer. As his vision caught sight of Marcus holding his daughter so intimately in his arms in his home he felt as though he would explode with anger.
“So you are the man who has dishonoured my daughter, this family and God!” began Rev. Mitchell. “You would do well to take your arms from around my daughter, while you are standing in my home!” his voice boomed.
Natasha recoiled in apprehension at hearing her father’s tone, but Marcus did not loosen his hold on her shoulder immediately. Instead , he calmly turned to face Natasha’s father and then took her hand in his own, threading her fingers through his, before speaking and walking toward Rev. Mitchell with his other hand outstretched in greeting.
“Rev. Mitchell, it is a pleasure to meet you, Natasha has told me so much about you!” he said choosing to overlook the rude way in which her father had opted to address him. He was not a child and he was determined to make sure that Rev. Mitchell saw that clearly in addition to his commitment to his daughter.
Natasha’s father looked at Marcus’ outstretched hand and made no effort to grasp it with his own. Natasha looked at her father pleading with him with her eyes to be polite. But that would not be happening tonight.
“I don’t need you
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