The entire night I couldn't sleep,I kept rolling from one side of the bed to another side of the bed. I couldn't forget the look in Tasha's eyes. She was scared of me and I felt guilty for that.I prayed for the morning to come faster than usual.

I didn't know why I was feeling guilty for the way I reacted to her. I've never felt bad about my decisions or how I treated people before.

But why was it different with Tasha?

The sun came out and I stood up from my bed, took my bath and went to Tasha's room.

My conscience was killing me.

I got to...