To what I owe him the pleasure of walking out of my life, for the accidental falling into the palm of his hands to be toyed with until I couldn't take it no more. To what I owe him of being the bank teller for all his much needed loans, to all his self improving speeches. To what do I owe myself, turning over my mind, body and spirit to a man that felt so immaculate, that the name of god was the only one he thought he possessed. To what do I owe myself... A BeautyAndTheBrain Original Urban Novel