Chapter Forty-Five

I have this weird urge to always look for more trouble whenever I find myself in any. Instead of just sitting one place and staying out of danger, I go for more danger and subject myself and the people I care about to things that could really get us hurt. I thought by now that I would’ve learnt my lesson and stayed put, however, that was not the case. I have become a whole lot worse and inquisitive. I am always seeking answers even at the expense of others. And somehow, I don’t seem to care what others think.

Uncle Michael’s beard looked just the way it was when I last saw him… The day Derrick and I fought him at his mistress’s house. He looked a whole lot tired and frustrated. Maybe even sexually frustrated as well. He had bags of anxiety under his silver eyes. And walked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I wanted to feel sorry for him. I almost did. This was the same man who carried me with love and care when I was young, and even gave me a nickname. Played with