The Flaked Life Of Lotanna

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I walked away from the house, not knowing where to go or who to call. Then the thought of reaching out to Hannah crossed my mind, but I couldn't find my phone. There was no need to dump on her, especially not what happened to me. I was tired, mentally and emotionally broken. I needed to rest.

As I walked on, a group of men across me started whistling at me for no reason. "Fine woman, did your husband throw you out? Come with me, and I will treat you right," a man said. He walked up and tried to touch me, but I walked away from him. "You deserve whatever happens to you. I am here trying to help you, and you are pretending. Go away!" He shouted.

I ignored his mean remarks and kept walking to god knows where until a lady walking towards me held my hand. "Are you ok?" she asked.

I did not say a word.

She took my suitcase from me. "Why would you be crying and walking alone in your condition? This place isn't safe at all."

All this while my head was down. Suddenly, I looked up, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I burst into tears and fell into her arms. She kept patting me on my back, telling me it would be alright - when in fact, I knew it would not be so.

A familiar Toyota jeep stopped right before us as we walked, and Hannah stepped out of the car. She walked up to where I was, with the lady - whose name I didn't know. "Lotanna, are you ok?"

I shook my head, and suddenly the tears left me.

Lotanna held me close. "Everything is fine now. I am here." She turned to the lady who was still carrying my suitcase. "Thank you so much."

The lady smiled. "It's no problem, and I am glad I could help. Here is your suitcase."

Hannah's driver walked towards us to take the suitcase from her. I couldn't thank her enough. Who knew what would have happened if she wasn't there to save me from those men? "What is your name?" I asked.

"Alyvia, but my friends call me Livvy," she mentioned.

"Thank you so much, Livvy," I responded as I hugged her.

Hannah and I got into the car, and we drove off. We got into a street that had no houses on either side. When we came to what seemed to be the end of the road, I could see a brown gate and flower beds on both sides.

We drove into the house, and before I could see where we were, a young man walked out. He looked like he was in his forties, short, muscular, with a rumpled face. His face had a permanent frown, or so I thought. I didn't bother to ask Hannah who he was as we stepped out of the car.

He laughed. "Hannah, is this another pitiful project of yours?" He pointed at me. "You never stop, do you? You always want to be the hero."

Sock waves flowed through my body. I could not feel my legs, and I wasn't even moving because this man had an attitude that made me feel unwelcome. I was not sure if I wanted to step foot into the mansion that stood behind him. Then I waited for Hannah to say something, but she said nothing. Instead, she grabbed my hand and walked with me towards the front door.

"I am speaking to you, Hannah Ekpeyong!" He shouted.

She stopped and turned to him. "I see you have nothing useful to say, as usual. Take your worthless life and get the hell out of my house."

He slapped her hard and held her by the neck like he was strangling her. His eyes narrowed. The look of his heated visage set me on edge. He growled in anger, and the more she tried to retaliate and punch his stone-like chest with her fists.