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l over social media. Everywhere I went, no one wanted to associate with me claiming it was

ggest mogul sons in the city and h

an interview convincing everyone that I had hurt him bad

ng being cancelled was my fault and had advised the busi

as a rich mogul whose father was into real estate. No one even wanted to listen

one to hear he was gay. He had sued me when I spoke about it f

ness. If no one would hire me, I could sell

y stroke, hoping that my creations would capture the attention of art enthusiasts. Each piece told a story - stories of pain, resilien

troke of color on the canvas was a release of my pent-up emotions, a way for me to express myself when no one

ul I put into each piece, it seemed like no one was interested in buying them. Desperati

y own hands. Instead of waiting for someone to notice me, I took pictures

d the art pieces on display were so epic. " I hope he agrees."muttering to myself, I walked to where Mr Leonard was

art pieces in the room and spotted a nice area in the

towards him beaming with smi

Mr Leonard was one of the biggest Art exhibitors in the city. Since I needed money urgently for my mother'

gallery. I see you are having a gallery opening." I motioned for him to have a loo

at the gallery, I had dressed nicely, applied flawless cosmetics and hair, and chose an attractive attire. I could not wait for him to say yes as I

piece smiling, I figured he liked the piece. " Why w

e better." His response belied his displeasure about the art piece and the exhilaration and euphoria I had felt b

my voice. Though I attempted to maintain a straight expression, I was

work again, he maintained the piece was trash a

lied expressing his disdain with the artwork. I did not seem to understand what he did not like about the

iately in an attempt to defend myself as I co

nificance." I was irritated by his criticism. Mr Leonard chuckled, attempting to diffus

tioned for me to leave the gallery, and while I tried to protest, he called security to send m

premises, myself and the art piece. " How could he do this to me?"

ed to do now?" I thought to myself, this was my chance of gett

e, " Hope everything was fine? Did they need more money?" I thought, I knew that I did not have any mor

ded to her room but no one was there. "Was she moved to another room?" I wondered as I went to ask one of the nurses ab

e said gesturing for me to go to the doctors office, I gazed at her confused about

ered, as I opened his office after knocking, he motioned for me to have a seat, I was anxious and

ICU."His words hit me like a bomb, and I felt my heart pounding so hard that it was about to bur

tinue treatments, get all you ca

hated Ryan even more for making my life so difficult. As I walked out of the hospital, my heart filled with sorrow a

, first Mr Leonard, then my mum and now this. I sighed as I took a look at my clothes again trying to clean off the stains but they were as thick as thieves w

e was chewing gum so briskly and uncultured. I stared

do this and wink after. Are you insane?" I ye

ded." He smiled, waggling his tongue, "Was he trying

ng but I was too furious to listen. The driver stared at me for a moment, this time without a smile, and as I stood there waiting for

u for intentionally running me off the road." As soon as he realized what he had

way. I really don't have time for this."

eve what had just happened. "How could he treat me in that manner?" I mutt

o mind was a bottle of whiskey. My life was miser

, it had been a long day, and I needed to cl