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"You don't want to do this." He warned again as he sat down relaxed on the sofa. "Bruce, warn them." "See, you don't want to bet on this game because you will only lose, My boss is the best, second to none." Bruce warned just as his boss told him to. "I'm not backing down." Val was determined. "Okay." The strange man who is Bruce's boss said as he sat upright while he got into position for the game. They started the game. To me, random pawns was been moved but to them it meant something. In less than five minutes, the son of a monkey who was Bruce's boss relaxed once again with a smirk on his face. Val's face was down cast with sweat dripping off her forehead; she had the look of someone who wished to be anywhere but in this same room. From the dramatic display I have seen from both sides, the atmosphere, one of my worst fears came into reality. He won! He. Freaking. Won!! _____________________________________________________________ Barbara Williams A nineteen year old girl disrespect her parents for what she thought she saw and her parents can't give her. LOVE she moved in with her boyfriend who she thought can provide her with the love she was craving for. what happens when things go down the wrong lane and she loses all she thought she has gathered? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author here If you want to drop suggestions or interact with the writer, you can do that on these social media handles. Instagram: Writercamiraja Facebook page: Authorcamiraja Hope to meet you there soon

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Chapter 24: Surrogate mother

Her eyes might reflect sincerity but she isn't been sincere with me. She just knows how to tuck it all away and behave normal when around me.

"I want to help also," I said in determination, I am and would not give up on Val.

"How exactly can you help?" Val asked almost in mockery.

She started the car again. She knew she had dealt a big blow to me. She knew it was over, I can't say anything anymore.

How can I exactly help. How can I exactly help? How can I exactly help! I reflected on her words continuously.

By any chance, does this mean Val is looking down on me? Like I'm not her equal and she's just helping me out of pity?

I sneaked a glance at her and noticed her jaw was clenched tight. Her knuckles were turning purple from her tight grip on the steering wheel.

She's right. How can I help? I'm just some useless girl who takes advantage of people. Mr. Clark said it in the hospital. I try to utilize every opportunity I get.