Chapter 41: The Morning Assembly
"WHAT?" Heather yelled loudly when I finished telling her my story.
She had come to dress me up for the morning assembly when I told her everything that had transpired between me and Reagan last night. Heather looked pale as a ghost, with her mouth hung open as her hands froze midair from where she was helping me with my hair.
"So what's going to happen now? Do you tell him or what?"
"Of course I can't tell him!" I said shutting down the idea immediately, "Reagan wouldn't hesitate to hand me over to my father."
Heather heaved out a sigh, "What do we do now? I mean you couldn't even tell him about his uncle?"
Yeah, about that... "I didn't." I said startling Heather, "And I do not think I'll be telling Reagan about that." I confessed
"WHAT?" Heather yelled loudly again, the sound going to my ears. I shot her a glare to which she quickly apologized at, "But why didn't you tell him?"
"Because things got so escalated quickly I do not even know where to start from," I rushed out, "From him finding out I wasn't in the room, to him almost finding out my secret and to him...." I trailed off remembering the way he had almost compared me to my father. It's already getting close to a month that we've spent with each other and yet, he thinks I was just as selfish as my father.
Shaking my head, I pushed the thoughts away. "I just don't think I'll be telling him anything." I confessed.