My eyes were already heavy from all the crying but I had to stop. Because that won't reduce the pile of debts or the fact that Mike would not give up on me.

On my body, specifically.

Like it was some deadly obsession he had for my body, I went to the room to sleep. Maybe by the time I wake up, all this nightmare would be over.

While passing the mirror I saw my pale reflection, I was still in my pajamas at past 9am for the first time in years. The last time that was would be years ago ever since my mom started nagging.

I had to start working early to reduce the nagging but it was already too late, because her greed had already exceeded all our love or even our presence. Like she didn't want to be in our midst. All we did could not please her even one bit.

My wavy black hair is exactly what I got from my mother, wide hips and butt, fair skin and all but is that the only thing people see in my body. Can't they love me, I'm the best student in school, the next exams would be next month and not to brag, I'll pass.

Love me for my brains. Love me for my hardwork.

But there was a knock on the door, I quickly wiped my tears and went to open with no fear in my heart, what's the worse that could happen?

I opened the door and it was a mail man, can't remember the last time he passed this area or even stopped by our house.

Who sends mails these days, I almost let out a laugh. I mean it's the 21st century where communication is made easy with the use of phones, laptops etc.

“Miss Amber this mails are for you” he said handing me the mails with a wide smile on his chubby face

He knew my name because the mail letters had my name on it.

“Thank you” I said and collected the mail.

But who would send me mails? My head was already spinning. I contemplated on opening later or now.

But then I opened it, A SACK LETTER. Why? From the school cafe, I didn't go to work for one day and I'm fired. How does that make sense? I was planning on turning in tomorrow that I was sick. This was very funny.

The rest of the four letters were also sack letters.

From funfair bar, even the two students I've been tutoring for a little money.

My head went blank, tears didn't drop from my eyes, it all started to make sense when I put it together that my mishap had a source.

That source was Mike, it explained a lot why he threatened that he owned all domains.

If anything this man was the devil himself trying to ruin me and I know this trick of putting me in a ‘no other choice’ so that I'll work for him as a maid and I'm also certain as his sex slave.

I cried myself to sleep but on waking up that cry did me no good cause my heart was still heavy, for the first time it came to my mind that maybe my father had a reason for drinking, it's not in the taste but how it numbs pains for a while, I crave that bliss now. Now that a lot was spinning beyond control.

I went to Davis bar two streets away in a black hood and joggers while playing Sam smiths songs to the highest with my headset.

On getting there I ordered two bottles of tequila with my little pay from last month. I never spend on anything other than home keep, I deserve a little something for me.

I was taking a sip when I spotted that same guy from Funfair bar. The mystery guy that sounded like a poet. Today he looked quite different because he didn't wear a suit but plain blue jeans and a grey coloured t-shirt. What was he up to with that?

His eyes are green and he is wearing grey. The boy has no other plan but to tempt me, I can feel that.