"Look, I want a responsible woman and a healthy relationship. We fight over same thing everyday. Bad friends, rudeness, dress sense. house wife features, none available" He blew into her face.

"Are you just knowing all this, since a year now?"

She would never take to corrections, she believes she was too perfect to be corrected.

"I am not sending you out of my life, we have gone too far already. But please, stop being ill mannered, you hate it when people around you are doing great, you always want to put them down. Can you accept for once that you can't always be the best?" He said trying to suck her neck.

"No" She pushed him aside, she sat on the soft bouncy bed.

"Look at this, since you left this morning I haven't swept the room. Can you do that for the first time at least?"

He knew she wasn't going to yield to tidying the house, the floor of the room was really messy.

"What's this sudden madness? You know house chores isn't my thing, I don't know how to do this things and am not going to pretend about it" She angrily threw the duvet to the dirty floor. She rub her foot against it aggressively.

"So what exactly can you do? What?" He vibrated in his standing position.

"Smoke, just smoke, catch fun, feel loved, club, travel, I was born to catch fun and not to work my ass out trying to please some sort of husband eewwwhh" She bounced continuously on the bed.

"Smoke? Ok fine, I wouldn't stop you from smoking. I love it too but baby, let this relationship grow, what would you teach our kids?"

"Smoke! They ought to be like me"

He stood there dumbfounded. He watch her with mixed feelings, he couldn't talk much about smoking because they both smoke.

Since he had nothing to say, he went into the kitchen to get a broom so he could clean up the dirty place.

Ambrose POV

I smoke, she smokes. Infact we do smoking competition most times, whoever could burn a given amount of sticks in a stipulated time gets a reward.

I was thinking of marriage soon but I don't want a virago, a dirty lady, an expensive woman or some kind of prostitute. Prostitution for fun was one of her terrible past , I doubt if she won't go back to that life anytime soon. When we met, it was her who approached me, she told me her mind, she said I was her taste of man and she would love to take me as hers. Well, I loved her courage so we started dating. That was a year ago. Her friends never liked me and I dislike them too. They were her problems, I have tried separating them but it's not just working. Mosa is a model, she gets contracts with big companies, she gets really paid, always having recommendations, always attending interviews. I was not comfortable with my woman around her, Mosa has slept with almost all the producers in our vicinity and in the industry at large. Everyone knows, it's not hidden and she's proud of it just that she get upset whenever it's been rubbed on her face.

Jerry is yet another bad friend, she is dead rude, She careless who you are, she just talk recklessly. She was against I and Hanna from the start and this has been the cause of the enemity between both of us.

The third girl? full time husband snatcher, street fighter, a classic tout. That was her own logo.

I was back in the room now, I swept the floor with a very heavy heart while she bursted bubbles from the gum and was chewing.

"You aren't sleeping over. Are you?" I asked, I had already finish sweeping.

"I am" She responded picking up her phone.

"Go home, I don't have money for your dinner, you don't eat mama put" I said as I jumped on the bed, I laid there with my face down.

It wasn't like I couldn't afford lunch, I just didn't want her to sleep next to me because everything about her annoys me.

"I will take care of our dinner" She volunteered.

"I said go home!" I yelled throwing my pillow at her in anger.

If only i knew, I wouldn't have even screamed at her nor throw a pillow at her face.

Hanna POV

He knows how much I hate been ordered around, I hate it when you make me do things against my wish. I should get something I really want, that has been my principle since I was young.

I started with the mini refrigerator in the room. I emptied everything in it and flung them carelessly across the room. I was upset and crying. The best way to vent my anger has always been destroying properties.

He tried stopping me but I was really angry, I dismantled everything I laid my hands on.

When I was done in the room, I moved to his kitchen. I broke a good number of glass plates and cups. I didn't know how it really happen but I felt a sharp yet deep pain in my hand and the next minute there was blood everywhere.

"Hanna, what have you done?" He screamed from afar seeing how much blood was escaping from my body.

He ran out of the kitchen and return with a clean cloth, he wrap it around the bleeding hand and rushed me out of the house.

He got me to the clinic, it was really a bad injury, even though there was a cloth around the hand,,elt oozing out fresh blood. I could tell the cut was so deep.

All thanks to the nurse who quickly came to my aid, she treated the wound and stitched the hand up.

"Are you okay now?" He ran his fingers through my hair as we both walk out of the clinic.

"Yes" I simply said.

It's getting dark already, the sky seems darker than it should be. There was lightening accompanied by some disturbing sounds.

"Hey, I can't open the door myself. Can't you see i am nursing my right hand?"

already sat in the car, he doesn't expect me to open the car by myself. I stood next to the door and waited for him to come down from the vehicle.

He came down, turn around and flung the door open for me. I sat comfortably then he slammed the door angrily. His demeanor already told me that he was upset.

"How much can you spare?" He finally said something after driving us in silence for minutes.

"For?" I asked wondering if we had spoken about buying something earlier. Or was it dinner?

"We aren't going to sleep in a messy place tonight right? Let's use an hotel"

"Good, I would foot all bills" I willingly volunteered.

My Dad is got the money, I'm in the right position to help with the spending.

"Better" He said.

Throughout the drive, he didn't utter a word, I turn on the radio with my left hand and he turned it off, I turned it on again and he did the same. We continued that way until he came to an halt in front of a huge building, the gate swang open and he drove in. The rain started drizzling, there was no umbrella in his car and there was no way I would walk under the rain especially now that I was nursing my injured hand.

He found a good space to park, he got down from the car and came to hold my side door for me.

"I am waiting" He held the car's door and waited patiently for me to alight.

In few seconds, the rain went from little to large. He was right under it, holding the door and asking me to alight.

"Come down" I was sure he screamed that because the thunder and noise made by the heavy down pour were too loud for a low voice to be heard.

"I don't want to get wet"

"Oh God!" He slammed the door in anger. I watch him go into the hotel.

He didn't leave me behind did he? He won't dare. Seconds later, he came back with an umbrella, I jubilated.

I finally came down, he held the umbrella above my head but I wasn't going to move.

"Carry me" I opened my hands like a three years old who want to be held by mama. He made a rumbling sound. Soon, I was lifted off my foot, I held the umbrella over our heads as he walked slowly towards the reception. My bare arm touched his clingy wet shirt, it was too cold and got me shivering. We got to the reception and he threw me to the floor carelessly.

"Ewwwh" I groaned. He didn't look at me, he just had a conversation with the receptionist and got the key.

"You paid?" I was surprised, I thought he said he had no money on him. He nodded positively. He took the umbrella and returned it to the receptionist.

He lead the way all through the long stairs.

"Poor facilitates, no lift" I murmured as I kept climbing up the stairs.

When we got to the room, the first thing he did was to order food, he began to savour the food immediately it was brought in. He didn't even care about me, how was I going to eat with my injured hand?

"I want to eat" I said shaking leg.

"There" he pushed the tray of food towards me.

"I can't feed my self" I raised my stitched hand slowly. He munched a spoon of rice while staring at me, only God knows what he was thinking.

"So?" He asked.

"Feed me"

"Am sorry, but you will have to remain hungry for the night"

It came over me again, my head spun. I hated it when he doesn't do what I want, I feel stupid. I started with the bottle water, I threw it out through the window. I look around to see what if there was something I could destroy, ruining things while I was angry make me feel in control.

"What's wrong in you?" He asked.

He rush at me, twisted my stitched hand until I cried out in pains.

He pushed me to the wall then came face to face with me.

"You just break things, smash heads, insult people, hate on people and you are still not tired" He screamed it hard that I had to shut my eyes.

"If you don't change, I will leave" He threatened. I opened my eyes, glared at his red eyes.

"Uhhh" I muttered, wondering if he really said that.

He left me and went for a bath. I sluggishly dragged myself to sit at the edge of the bed, he doesn't mean what he said, does he?

When he came out of the bathroom, a white towel was tied firmly from his waist. He wasn't even looking at me, it looks like he was so angry.

"Would you leave if I don't change for real?" I asked with a sober look.

He ignored me.

He stood by the window, he stared into the dark night. It was easier to see the sky from were he stood because we were at the top of the building.

The rain poured harder, it was heavy and threatened to shake off the gigantic hotel building.

It was becoming cold, the air condition in the room wasn't helping matters either.

I really need him to get warm so I swallowed my pride and walk up to him. I held him from behind, my hands firmly wrapped around his waist. I gently placed my head on his back then I shut my eyes tight.

"I am sorry" I apologized.

He turn around.

"I am glad you apologized, it shows I am getting somewhere, the Hanna I know don't apologize even if she's wrong" She said smiling.

He pulled me in for a hug, he place my head on his cold chest while patting my back.

"Mama promise to be a good girl" I whispered.

"I hope so"

We stood in that position for few minutes before a thunder accompanied by a bright lightening struck. And because we were standing very close to the window, we were scared to the bones. In an attempt to dodge being struck by thunder, He pulled my left hand and pulled us down, both of us landing on the hard surface of the tilted floor.

"Oh my God, that was scary" He remark giggling.

I chuckled.

How can he be so scared of thunder strike?

"I thought you were going to stand like a man, coward" I mocked.

We burst out laughing.

After the long laugh, we return to being silent. Each person staring at the ceiling above it head.

The silence became uncomfortable, I turn over sleeping on my side. How I wish he was just going to grab me from the back, I really need to be cuddled.

It was as if he had read my mind, he pulled me into him, kissing every part of me his lips could touch.

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TBC

Chapter 4 Violent Hanna

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