I was sitting at the rare end of my bed when frank entered with his swollen face and bruises, I wondered what had happened to warrant such beating. Frank isn't a thief neither does he lie.

I moved closer to him when he rested his head on the table close to the door of my room.

"What is wrong frank, how did you get all these markings on your face?" he looked at me scornfully like I was the nightmare behind his predicament. I asked him again and he still didn't answer me, I decided to leave him to himself.

I had known Frank for 2 years, we started dating while I was 20 and now I am 22 while he is24.

A lot of people say Frank isn't worth me that he is a gold-digger who is looking for what to reap. He never appeared dangerous to me, I liked him because though he isn't as buoyant as I a financially he doesn't joke with work neither does he joke with me.

Romantically he is top-notch, he is caring and eye-catching. What more will I want from a man? I asked myself as I smile fantasizing about my dreamland.

I haven't left my dreamland when frank joined me in the living room. "Hi babe," he said looking a little bit freshened compared to earlier.

"Are you ready to tell me what went wrong with your face, or will you still keep it to yourself?"

Okay, I will...