Chapter 2 My encounter with Christ Jefferson

Is a text from an unknown number. I opened it.

The message read: Where are you?

"Ooh, take him home,is Mami ,i need to leave."

I walked down the street, a storm of thoughts and bitterness raging in my head. Suddenly, a luxurious car screeched to a halt, narrowly missing my leg

"Ooh, Christ, what is wrong? You almost hit that poor girl!" Carlos yelled.

"Carlos... I'm fine," Chist muttered.

"No, you're not okay,"

"I missed the meeting with Mr. Kashim. I tried to convince him to wait, but he refused. And now my father is furious with me,"

"Wait... you think your father should be happy with you? You showed up an hour late to an important meeting with one of his top investors. I don't blame him for doubting you as the CEO of his company,"

"I thought we were friends,"

"We are, but friendship doesn't mean I'll support irresponsibility. You're immature, and that's why you're struggling,"

"Wow..."

"Yes, wow. Now let's leave this conversation. There's a café nearby with the best coffee in town. Though it's not fancy, I think you'll enjoy it,"

Carlos led me to a small, rustic café. As we entered, I couldn't help but warn him, "Carlos, poor people are always bitter. They think we're the reason for their misery. Be careful."

He ignored me and walked straight to the counter.

Annie, the young lady, glanced at us and muttered under her breath, "Old wicked rich fellow..."

"What did you just say?" I snapped.

Carlos intervened quickly. "Please, just give us the best coffee."

"Okay," Annie said, her tone clipped.

But I wasn't letting it go. "Wait. Did you just call me a wicked rich fellow? Or did I mishear you?"

She turned, unfazed. "And if I did?"

"You desperate, bitter-" I started, but before I could finish, she grabbed a cup of coffee and poured it on my white shir

"Next time, learn how to talk to people," she said coolly.

I froze, rage building within me. Carlos stared, speechless.

"Annie!" Mami called out rushing over with ice water and a cloth.

But I stepped back, trembling with anger. My voice cracked as I yelled, "Carlos, get me out of here!"

Carlos hesitated but finally led me out, his silence deafening.

As we walked away, I muttered under my breath, "That lady has no idea how lucky she is that the coffee wasn't boiling."

"She's lucky, Carlos. So lucky," I said, my voice quivering. "She doesn't know what I've endured. The humiliation, the pain. And now, everyone expects me to stay calm? To forgive? Never!. She will see me"

Annie what did this young man do to you? Mami asked

"Mami," "do you know what he did to me? He evicted me from his house when I was two months pregnant. He beat me in the rain and left me with nothing. Nothing! And now, my son... my son is dying."

Mami's face softened, but her words were firm. "My daughter, holding onto pain will not bring healing. Let it go, or it will consume you."

Tears blurred my vision. "Let it go?" I whispered. "Ariel has heart failure, Mami. Do you know how much his surgery will cost? He barely survived the last time when I was pregnant, and that monster almost killed him before he was even born. I swore that day I'd make him pay for every ounce of suffering he caused us."

Mami placed a hand on my shoulder. "My daughter, I know your pain runs deep, but if you don't release the hatred, it will destroy you. Let go, or you'll never truly be free."

I shook my head, stepping away from her. The darkness inside me felt unshakable.

The storm inside me wasn't calming. It was growing, feeding off the bitterness and despair. And somewhere deep down, I knew this wasn't the end-it was just the beginning.