CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I walked the streets of Los Angeles I felt so bitter and humiliated, the rain turned into splatters as it drenched me drastically.

“Why would Felix do this to me?” I asked myself as I stood near a phone booth for shelter. The rain was getting worse. I was shivering helplessly.

“You sold me out to your friend like a piece of chicken” I said to Felix immediately I got home.

“Finally. You came back home. What took you so long?”

“Don’t pretend that you know nothing of what I am talking about”

“Timothy did me a favour and I wanted to repay him in a way I know best”

“You wanted to use me as a gift to your friend?”

“Why?”

“He asked me to name my price” I said, almost crying. I was still wet.

“Did you, don’t tell me you didn’t, because Timothy is very generous when it comes to paying hoes” Felix said with effrontery and guts.

I slapped him immediately. He was shocked, he looked into my eyes. I was shocked too at what I did. I quickly ran into my room, shutting the door and windows. He kept b