“ I just wanted you to meet my family,” he muttered as he placed our bags in the closets.
“Your mother hates me,”” I lowered my voice.
“Mother hates every body,” he clarified.
I sighed as I wondered whether to tell him about his Dad or not, but what if he knew about his father, and they plot to kill me because I knew something.
I decided not to tell him about anything, until I was out of these gates.
I knew people like them watch us, they watch every one like pry.
So I wasn’t going to let myself be served as supper.
I swallowed it back in my pouch of secrets.
Then a knock on the door came, Mateo opened the door in order to find out about who it was.
“Your mother would like to speak to you Sir,” the male voice came at the door.
Mateo stared at me and sighed.
“ Lock the
