All Chapters of THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

{Abebi}The morning sun cast its warm glow through the kitchen windows as I hurriedly prepared yam and egg sauce for Tony and myself. The aroma of the sizzling eggs filled the air, mingling with a sense of unease that weighed heavily on my heart.As I set the plates on the table, Tony's observant eyes caught the sadness etched across my face. He voiced his concern, his voice filled with genuine care. "Why are you sad?" he asked, his words cutting through the air.I forced a smile, hoping to mask my true emotions. "It's nothing," I replied, my voice laced with an attempt at reassurance. I didn't want to burden Tony with the weight of my worries. He was already carrying so much on his young shoulders.With a subtle change of subject, I urged him to hurry and catch the school bus. "You should hurry, or you're going to miss the school bus," I gently reminded him, my tone filled with a touch of distraction. I didn't want him dwelling on the looming debts my father had accumulated.Tony'

{Abebi}I sighed heavily, my voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and frustration. I thought about how Tony was going to cope in my absence. He must have known everything, he must have been receiving threatening calls from Mrs. Beatrice, since I left my phone with him, only $4000 I have been able to race since these two weeks. "For the past two weeks, I have been dancing for men old enough to be my father," I confessed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling above. The weight of my experiences seemed to hang in the air.Chiara, busy combing her hair in front of the mirror, turned her attention to my words. "Did anybody touch you while you danced?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern."No, nobody touched me," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of relief and sadness. "But that doesn't make it any less degrading. I've been treated worse than animals. Dancing in skimpy dresses inside a metallic bar—it's dehumanizing."Chiara's reflection in the mirror showed a hint of understanding. She

"Why are you crying?" Chiara's voice broke through the heaviness in the room, her concern palpable as she gently patted my back. I sniffled, using a blue handkerchief to wipe away the tears streaming down my face and the traces of sorrow on my nose."He did it with me, he forced me," I uttered between sobs. My voice cracked with the weight of my confession, my anguish pouring out like a torrential storm. The room fell silent, each word hanging in the air, raw and vulnerable."Hey, lower your pathetic voice," Isabella's harsh interruption sliced through the stillness, her lack of empathy clear in her tone. It felt like a slap across my face, adding further pain to my already wounded soul. I looked at her, a mix of disappointment and disbelief etched on my tear-stained face."We are trying to get some sleep," Bianca yelled, her frustration evident as she forcefully buried her face in a pillow. Her words felt like a dagger to my heart, the sense of isolation intensifying with each passin

{Mac Allister }I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the weight of grogginess and the sting of pain in my head. As I glanced around, the sterile hospital room came into focus, the antiseptic scent invading my nostrils. Confusion washed over me as I realized I was hooked up to an IV drip, my right hand brushed lightly against the sheet."What happened?" I questioned, my voice hoarse and strained. I swiftly pulled out the IV, a desperate attempt to break free from the confines of this sterile environment. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I gritted my teeth against the throbbing ache in my head, determined to piece together the fragments of my memory.Bianca, dressed in a revealing outfit that left little to the imagination, stood nearby. Her presence both comforted and unsettled me, a constant reminder of the blurred lines between my personal and professional life. I could see the worry etched on her face, her concern for my well-being evident in her eyes."There was an explosion, Don," B

{Mac Allister}I stormed towards Angelica's room, my anger simmering beneath the surface. I knocked forcefully, my frustration evident in the way my knuckles connected with the door. As Angelica opened the door, I wasted no time. With a swift and purposeful motion, I grabbed her by the neck, pinning her against the wall. The force of my grip made her gasp for air, her eyes widening in shock and fear."What did you do back there?" I seethed, my voice laced with anger and disappointment. The words came out in a low, menacing growl. I needed answers, and I need them now."What are you talking about?" Angelica uttered between gasps, her voice strained and filled with confusion. Her attempts to speak were stifled by my firm hold on her neck, a physical reminder of the power I held at that moment."At dinner last night, for God's sake!" I replied, frustration edging its way into my voice. Memories of the events from the previous evening flashed through my mind, intensifying my anger. "Whe