'tess I promise you that……’

wait! what did he just called me biko?
where did he get that name from?,
I turned red all over from anger. the understanding of why the children books had the devil painted red hits me hard like an erupting volcano. aside the fact he got the names mixed up, well feelings or not I didn’t give him the right to be personal with me, we are not on professional grounds either.
how dare he, mention that name to me, like that!

if wale saw and read my mood, he didn't shy away from the heat of my anger! why would he choose today of all day to test my wrath.

' I read your journal…..you wrote everything aboutTess..... so i assumed that is your name, what is with hating music? and why do you think you are mad? he asked calmly, even though i knew he sensed he was walking on a time bomb.

I sat up shaking oblivious to the effects of his rude provocation, taking back the forgiveness I gave him from before because my greif washed over me anew, the part of my life i was hiding from danced naked before my eyes. why was wale digging up the skeletons from my pain full past. i was overwhelmed with the fact that he knew what he was...