"What the hell are you doing in my house?"   Sophie looks at me in total shock. "Wait, this is your house?"   "What? You don't think I can afford it?" I scoff.   She huffs.  "Look, I'm not here to fight with you or anything. I just heard noises from my house and I thought I could come and say hi to my neighbours. My new loud neighbours."   Is this how idle this girl is? Noticing who is around and not around. She's so damn snoopy.   Wait, did she just say neighbours?    "Where do you live?" I ask,

One year earlier...  Trent steps out of the car. I can't wait for him to open the door for me. My legs are wobbling. My skin is burning. I'm thirsty. Thirsty for Trent. I'm hungry for his passionate kisses and yearning for his touch. There is nothing I want more now than him buried inside me. Me screaming out his name as he thrusts deep inside me. Oh lord!  I step out of the car when I can't stand this torture anymore. The hunger is too much and I need him to satisfy me. I need him to feed my soul.  The minute I step out, I freeze on the ground at the sight  Trent, my Trent, in the arms of another woman. She's in a coat and red heels. 

Present Day…Trent follows me inside and grips my hand.  He sweeps me in his arms and takes me to the kitchen. He quickly sets me on the counter and rips off my clothes. He takes off his dark pants and unleashes his erect manhood. He starts to stroke me hard as my legs entwine across his butt. He strokes back and forth groaning under his breath as I moan louder with every stroke.  Trent suddenly stops and looks at me.  "Why have you stopped?"  He doesn't say anything. I just see blood dripping out of his mouth as his body falls on the ground. Sophie stands beside the corpse grin

I can't quite read the expression on Kyle's face.  He's staring at me blankly, not saying a word. He suddenly bursts out a laugh, confusing us all. "Raheem is joking, right?" I wish he was joking. But it's true. How the hell I'm I supposed to tell him it's not a joke but the truth? My face falls as Kyle stares at me waiting for me to say something but I don't. I'm too ashamed to even open my mouth.  " Trent," Sophie cuts in angrily. "Is it true what this guy just said? " Trent is quick to say. "Yeah... " 

The hospital makes me sick.  The smell of diseases and drugs hanging in the air. The rude nurses swing their butts along the hallway as they follow the serious doctors.  This is the same hospital I was admitted to when Dean shot me. That's why it makes me sick. It has a nostalgic feel to it. It reminds me of the pain I went through in the merciless hands of Garry. It reminds me of the lonely bed I used to lie on for hours. And what I hate most is that it reminds me of Trent. He's the last person I want to think of now but this hospital forces me to. My mind flashes back to the time I was lying sick on the bed and he held my hand affectionately, showing he was there for me. Assuring me all will be well. I recall the regular visits to bring me fries or yoghurt or whatever. The thought of it just makes me smile.