Chapter 23

Kamara’s POV

I stared blankly at the wall dreading any sound that I might hear. The one I feared the most was my phone ringing. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably and I couldn’t seem to stop.

I have harbored the thought of telling my parents about what I got myself involved in, but what difference would it make? We would end up on the streets and all of my sacrifice would be for nothing.

How am I supposed to sleep with a man that I do not have any interest in?

It’s bad enough that I have to deal with his disrespect and scornful glares. The room suddenly felt suffocating and the dark shadows of my life kept roaming around me like wraiths. Chantelle knocked roughly from behind the door.

“Open the door, Kamara.” She yelled.

I have been indoors since yesterday when I got discharged from the hospital without food or water just crying my eyes out. I don’t feel the need to struggle to live. I am at a crossroads in my life that I can’t seem to find a way out of.

“Kamara come on,