Precious tossed and turned on her bed for the umpteenth time. She couldn't sleep as memories of what happened between her and Bethel in the bathroom kept resurfacing.

"Ahh!" She groaned making her mother turn around but not with her eyes opened.

She placed her hand on her mouth to cover them and forced herself to sleep.

There was no way she'd be able to face him.

Bethel stared at his chandelier; why did he kiss her? Why was he getting attached to her? Why was he thinking about her? He hated her, didn't he? So what was all this strange feeling? He thought.

Precious took a deep breath before...