CHAPTER 1 [continued]
nov. 23 1987
i sat there. puzzled. scared. i could feel my eyes starting to sting with the tears i should've cried when i was feeling the pain. i thought i could trust him! he was there for me when my mother died. he came around the corner. i sat still. barely breathing.
"hey beatiful" he alisema as if nothing happened. i just sat there.
"hello? i'm talking to you. listen i didn't want to. i had to." my thought was why he had to. i looked the other way. he started to stroke my hair.
" i upendo you." and he kissed my cheek. "come on. i'll take wewe home."
when i finally made it home...
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