Chapter 73

"No..not..noth..ing.." I say, struggling between every letter.

He realizes he is chocking me for real, and he loosens his grip a little, and I gasp for air. I take in as much air as I can and breathe out as much. "I hope so, for your own good. Next, and you better answer with all honesty. Has that son of a bitch touched you? That jerk of Azzua, has he touched you?" I shake my head without wasting a second of his time. "Really? How so? All those days in Mombasa, and all those three days you have stayed in his house? He hasn't touched you." I shake my head again, and another slap lands on the other cheek, this time falling on the couch.

Oh God, give me the courage to stand against all these. I can feel tears burning my cheeks as they flow down like two streams of water. I can imagine the marks on my cheeks by now and the redness on them, and I know this is far from being over. I get up slowly, even though my legs are threatening to fail me. How did he know I saw Deep in Momba