Resisting The City's Bad Boy

ss of night. Another day is gone. Another miserable day is behind me. Unfortunately, I stil

sheep. The only stain in their stainless name. Like a stain on gold. But all I managed was to hurt my head because nothing came to mind. And since I knew they were

is lesson since we started. How so? That is what I would love to know. Or perhaps he feels guilty for what he did yesterday. He almost kissed me, his teacher. Weird! That moment is st

e start caring for his teacher that much? He was a different, confus

ubby doll. My life. My all. This girl is my strength and weakness. All that I have an

ncredulities I was bathing in and faking a smile.

ng down while still battling to shake off the sleep that is taking a toll on her

: Would it have been better if I had chosen to leave this home back then when I had that option? Would life be different from this? Definitely, yes. We would have freedom. But how could we have coped when I was drained of every single cent I had in my account? H

l him and ask him to come over?” Lyanna speaks again, at least managing to

l hands in mine. “Look, baby. Uncle Robby might have his own reasons for not coming in today

him in the morning to know whether he will be coming?

t will happen then? She will get hurt, and that is something I can’t bear. It will tear me into pieces. I am not able to provide her with anything as it

h so much affection. He only missed a day, and she is missing him, thinking that I miss him as

m happening. But then, wouldn’t I be mean to her? Wouldn’t I be deprivin

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can do just fine without him as my student, but what about Lyanna? The poor kid has been deprived a lot. He is the only person in

She speaks, slidin

le sleep. I kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, my angel. Sweet drea

me to wish her s

er s

What can she dream about if she knows nothing about this

n of my steps. I would have hesitated because I know Robby cannot come at this time, and so that means it must be that gross sister of mine again, but not at the expense of risking my baby’s sleep be

my eyes meet with thi

h do we hav