THE UNKNOWN FUTURE

CHAPTER SEVEN

I looked at the distant and felt my bile rise up. How could one go through all that pain? Why was God so unfair? I thought that God ordained all marriages but why did mine have to break? Why was life so unfair to some people? Did I have to go through all that? Tears clouded my eyes. I was bitter with life and everything in it.
“Are you okey Jacky?”
“ I just have a lot of questions with no answers. I will be okay.”
“ you can share with me. Maybe I can help.”
“ Why is life unfair to some people and some are very comfortable yet we are told that we are equal?”
There was silence between us. Maybe he didn’t have an answer too. He couldn’t help with that. Maybe he was contemplating on that. He finally cleared his throat and spoke.
“I know what you have been through is so tough but don’t ever doubt God’s love for you. He has a purpose for everything that happens in our lives and our setbacks are a preparation for our comeback. Everything will be okey.”
I knew he was right about that but it didn’t make sense to me at all. It was so hard to believe that.
“I think we should get you some clothes and settle down for some drinks as we talk.”
“I don’t know how I can repay you. You have done a lot for me.”
“It’s okey Jacky. I believe in giving.”
He parked outside some classy mall. We walked to one of the shops in the mall and two ladies welcomed us warmly. They were mostly addressing Roy and I felt out of place. The ladies helped me choose some dresses and jeans. Everything seemed to fit me perfectly and when we were told the total cost I gasped. They were too expensive but he paid and led the way to the cInar. Who was this man really? How could he spend all that money on a total stranger? He had said that he believed in giving but his was on another level.
We entered one of the clubs in Westlands and sat down at a corner. It was a classy club and the music playing was the classy type.  I looked around me and I could tell that the people who were there were the rich people. I was lucky I had changed into one of the dresses we had bought after Roy insisted.
I excused myself to go to the washrooms. I needed to freshen up. I looked at myself in the mirror and I liked what I saw. I walked back to our table and a guy blocked my way. He looked drunk and his breath stunk. I don’t know why he reminded me of Mike. He touched me and I shuddered. Mike had always beaten me up when he was that drunk. I tried walking past him but he pulled my hand hard.
I don’t know what happened but he was on the floor blood dripping from his mouth. That had caused some commotion and a crowd had gathered to see what was happening. Someone touched my shoulder and I screamed. I feared men. I turned to see who it was and Roy stood there looking at me with pity in his eyes. He was the one who had touched me.