Through the pain, abuse and neglect that Moya faced daily she always believed that one day someone will put a bullet in that motherfucker's head, who caused her to despise everything about herself, since she couldn't save herself maybe one day her saviour will save her. "Monty I'm sorry it wasn't like that, your taking it the wrong way, he was just asking me about......" before I could finish my plee Monty slapped me so hard I could feel the tears just at the brim of my eyes ready to fall. "I don't care what he was asking you about. How many times have I told you not to talk to or even glance at any guy you see, you have me to look at isn't that enough for you? You just don't listen. You're causing all of this and me to do this to you." He fumed at me, all I could do was hang my head low, feeling ashamed, because I knew he was right.