Chapter 91

William pondered over that question as he entered his house. Truthfully, he didn't know what to do nor did he want to understand what followed next, all he wanted to do was go find where Tiffany was and share his pain with her. On their way home, the old man kept saying Tiffany was to blame but he didn't care and he couldn't see it. She wasn't the one who had beaten him with a bat, nor was she the one who had asked him to go find him. If anything, it was entirely his fault–he was the one who had interrupted what she had going on because he wanted to see her. He shouldn't have. He brought this upon himself.

William got into his room as he sat on the bed, looked down at his pants and started to cry.

He felt helpless. He had lost it all. He hadn't gone to school. He wasn't a graduate. He had no skill nor money to start anything good in life. His only hope, who was his lover, had grown tired of him being too poor to afford her needs and wants and had left and now, to add to his pains, he