Page 38 of Sinful King
Wednesday meant bible study and I decided to head to the classroom my mother always taught in, only to find the door locked.
My frown deepened.
No one had been at the entrance to greet me either, but it wasn’t as unusual as my mother not teaching on Wednesdays.
Did something happen?
This weird feeling in my gut said so.
I went upstairs, walked through the empty sanctuary and then headed for my father’s study.
Standing at the door, I could hear the murmur of voices on the other side. And instead of knocking, I checked the camera feed to see who was inside.
“I’m pregnant,” the woman I hadn’t seen before said. “Your wife knows.”
Another one?
I closed out of the feed and knocked.
There was some shuffling before my father’s voice called for me to enter. When our eyes met, he frowned.
Not happy to see me, I guess.
“Why are you here?” he asked, pretending the woman sitting in front of his desk wasn’t here confessing to carrying his child.
“Didn’t mom tell you I was coming home today?” I asked, walking forward and taking a seat without his permission. “Got in early and decided to attend bible study but no one is here. Why’s that?”
I’d gotten bolder since being on my own. And the man who used to be formidable to me, wasn’t anymore.
“We canceled it,” the woman I hadn’t spoken to said.
I cut my eyes at her and she looked away.
“I’m sorry, did I ask you to answer for him?”
My dad stood and I sat back with a smirk.
“Lauren, leave and we’ll talk another day.”
She hesitated, eyes meeting mine again before standing to do as she was told.
“He’ll make you get rid of it,” I said as the door opened. “Might as well run now if you have plans to keep it. Run and never look back.”
I sounded as if I were taunting her but I meant every word. Lauren wouldn’t be the first pregnant woman to show face and probably not the last.
When the door shut, I flicked my gaze up to my father’s. His eyes searched mine for, I don’t know, maybe the version of myself that didn’t exist anymore.
“How do you think God feels about this? About the way you’re making a mockery of his word?”
He walked around the desk slowly and I stayed seated, hoping he might reach out and try to hit me.
Praying he’d do it so I could slice his fucking fingers off and feed them to him, but to my surprise he took his seat and tipped his head.
“Your mother is at your grandmothers.”
I lifted an eyebrow.
“You touched her?”
