Fiery in her eyes, she marched towards him. His anger turned into fear and dread grabbed hold of his heart. What is she going to do to him? Why did he call her bitch? Regret crawled up to the surface of his heart. His stomach heaved at the thought of what she could do to him. Uche wished he never called her a bitch even though that is what she is.
In seconds, she leaned over him. The dirty smell of rotten coconut hung like a cloud over her and took his senses. Hot tears burnt his eyes. Uche tilted his head to the left reaching for fresh air. She slanted closer, her breath hot against his ears. "Happy birthday" she uttered in a harsh voice.