She was framed,
and spent one passionate night with her ex-boyfriend’s uncle.
One misfortune after another followed:
Her ex-boyfriend got together with her younger sister,
and her father sold her to an older man with a violent streak.
She ran for her life, clutching a stranger’s pant leg and begging for help.
When she woke, the stranger handed her a pregnancy test report.
“Miss, we need to talk.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“You’re carrying my child. I’ll take responsibility for you both.”
“No need!” She had barely refused when he pinned her against the wall.
The man’s lips curled slightly. “I don’t have to take responsibility, but you slept with me. Don’t you think you should take responsibility for me?”
