11. Bad News

Was it for real? This man again? My eyes wanted to close. But I couldn't, I was too shocked. The person I least expected, the one I despise the most, is now in front of me.

God! No. He's here. One inch away from where I stand.

"Uncle … Vincent?" I asked, astonished. It felt unbelievable that I would meet the man who had destroyed my life once again, in this city, where he shouldn't be.

Oh God! Was I not running far enough? Why did you have to bring back this nightmare in front of me?

My legs suddenly felt weak as if they had no bones. If Uncle Vincent didn't support my weight with his muscular, strong arms, I would have collapsed to the floor. Nevertheless, falling on the floor would be better than being in his grasp again. Every inch of his skin made me shiver, reminding me of the sinful past I had with him in the name of love.

I gazed at the face I had left years ago. Still the same, still handsome, as if he hadn't aged at all. His body remained muscular, without any excess fat. Wi