living hell. After what happened at the restaurant, all she wanted to do was to shoot at

l over women like dirt under their shoes. They refused to see a woman's worth; all they saw in a woman was a

e stranger. She wanted to know who he was so that the next ti

and. Sonya had been sending her threats during the entire dinner. If anyone noticed her tension, they di

to a nearby fast-food shop and bought burgers and chips for the both of them, she for

d strode to Sonya’s apartment. She stood outside the door for a whil

the rooftop, scanning all around it. It was not the best-looking rooftop, but it was still a rooftop despite its filthy surface and

oftop where she could peacefully watch the beau

then she ran a hand through her neatly styled hair and shook it

ve up on her attempts to get rid of the dust that covered the old bench and sat

as lights of different colours illuminated the night like fallen stars. The ra

o watch the stars and wish on them because she was always working and traveling. At least she had g

nfamous Cape Town, but moved to London at the age of fifteen.

the rooftop right where the boxes were. She turned around and watched as

and took slow, steady st

e no words muttered, but there was a mutual understanding. MJ walked back to where she was seated and took her c

ame or not. She looked like one of those mean rich women on TV who did no

“Chad.” MJ gave a brief nod and gestured at the entr

if she is one of those bad people who stole kids to sell

hed, got up, and ran after her. He was surprised to find her waiting for

lking, and he silently followed her

ble and ordered him to eat. When he did not budge, she turned to him and gave him a piercing glare that sent him scurryin

years. He was a short, skinny boy with dark skin- probably due

hearts at school if things had been different. The boy had light

up at the sound of her voice, his cheeks flushing at the awareness that she was watching him eat while he ate like a pig. "You can stay here for the night, but make

t him to go back

kness. She closed the door and then she switched on the light

rely hiding the sneer that accompanied the comment. "We need to t

k about," MJ said sharp

of us are tired. You know what you have to do, you owe that much!" She haule

England, she had no fight left in her because either way, with or with

ng, but I am not going to do what you asked

th a temporary PA tomorrow morning," Sonya said in a singso

a shit what happens t

r hatred barely concealed. “It’s a pity really that you share his sentiments.” Sonya continued working on MJ’s weak points, tormenting her with everything she did not want to hear. “You know, MJ, for once, I thought you knew me better and that you were at leas

Smith," MJ said coolly and s

and there was nothing she could do about i

She slipped under her covers and switched off the light the same time Sonya’s b

ked towards her closet and scanned through it to find something warm. She too

uietly walked out of her bedroom. She took the small blanket t

m, and then she put the money in the hoodie pocket and placed the hoodie next to his head. She fixed the small b

apartment. She arrived in her room, took o