I lift my hand, ready to stab him. Kyle is quick to catch my hand and snatch the knife. He scowls at me, not believing I would dare hurt him. '`You want to kill me?" He asks calmly and that scares me. Kyle flips and smacks me with his hand. He pushes me to the bed and starts hitting me with all his might. He beats me up ceaselessly without any mercy all this time I am crying hysterically. He's too huge and he's hurting me.  "I love you! I love you! I love you!" Kyle cries as he knocks me down.  I wait and plead for him to stop beating me but he doesn't. I fall dizzy with all the beating I have just received.  

It's the day of our wedding. Kyle came to see me last night, all excited about us getting married on his birthday. I just pray everything goes wrong. That stupid help, Ellie, comes to help me dress up in my gown after they force me to have a shower and shampoo my hair. I'm surprised that Ellie is good with make-up. She pats my face with some foundation and draws my eyebrows perfectly. My hair is tied into a tied bun, all this time my hand shackled up on top of the bed.  Kyle comes into the room in his perfect black Louis Vuitton suit and his hair slicked back. He looks so perfect and handsome as he turns to smile at me.  I can't believe that this is the man that murdered his mother and her whole family, hi

Yes. That's how I like it. My coffee, I mean. Black and extremely hot. Hannah, my house help, is one of the few people who knows that. I am reporting to work in the afternoon, so I just woke up late this morning and found my breakfast already prepared by Hannah. It's my habit to read a newspaper or magazine in the morning.  EX-FOOTBALLER, TALKS ABOUT ABOUT MENTAL HEALTH AND ADVISES PARENTS TO PROVIDE LOVE AND CARE TO THEIR KIDS TO AVOID IT AFFECTING THEM MENTALLY.  Kyle was sentenced to life imprisonment one year ago. Since then, he has been able to educate people on mental health and admitted to going for cou

****** New Book Alert ****** TERRA "Yes. I do."The few guests clap as Amira wipes the tears from the edges of her gorgeous green eyes. I tap her back gently, standing behind her.I knew she would get this emotional on her wedding day. Amira has always been the emotional one between us.Darren is standing beside her, holding her arms affectionately, his dark eyes glassy with tears. Bliss is written allover his face as he looks at my sister. I know that Amira loves this man. But it's so evident that he loves her more. He couldn't wait to tie the knot and make her his.He is the only man that makes me believe there is indeed true love."You may kiss the bride."He swoops Amira in his arms, planting a passionate kiss.The guests are in awe of Darren and Am

Amira sits on the green grass.So close to Mom's tombstone.I kneel beside her, placing the flowers gently on top of the stone.I embrace my sister as I stare at the stone, wondering if our mom is watching over us up there. Wondering if she is proud of the women we have become after all these years.I was twelve when my mother died. It's been nine years since the ordeal struck but her death still feels like it happened yesterday. The wounds are still so fresh. The grief still so raw and naked. And every time during her anniversary, it is  an ugly reminder that she is gone forever and we will never see her again. And nothing breaks my heart more.I wish she was here. With us. But because I know that's impossible, I often find myself wishing that I could just forget and move on...Lonah, Mom's best friend, took us in and treated us like her childr