16. Destroy him by hook or by crook

Amayra

I paused gawking at him. "Amayra, leave", he screeched, clenching his jaw.

I nudged my hand, pushing him away. "You know what Abraham Harris, you are the weakest and most useless man on the earth who keeps backstabbing a woman without letting her know what her fault is", I screamed at the peak of my voice, snatched my upper top from his hand and threw it on his face.

"The last gift for you. Whenever you die to fuck me, just fuck this. This is what you can do now. I'll not be playing this damn shit with you anymore", I turned around and walk away from him with a heavy heart.

The moment I was scattered, broken from the core, realising I was always been taken for granted to him. He became so good to me sometimes that I ended up needing him. The way he talked I actually felt like he respected me. Nonetheless, he always humiliated me in front of my dada and made fun of the moments we spent. I didn't know why I trusted him so much to sleep with him again