I heard slippers flapping. It was not Paul; it was Zack. But why the hell could he think I would listen to him? He was the last person I would listen to.
“Suwilanji, can we talk?” He oozed. But I didn’t move. I still faced my back on him. “I know you are not sleeping. You just came here,” he added, and his voice sounded closer. “If you don’t like what I’m going to say, then you can punch me in the face again,” he laughed lightly. In no doubt remembering my punches for the past two days.
If I stayed still, he wouldn’t leave. So, the only way to make him go away was to talk to him. Even if I didn’t want to, I needed to. To ask him about the trip to hell.
I wasn’t going to force him to come with me. If he refused, then that was ok. But at least I can ask and hope for the best. And that see
