Kenton Edward Emmanuel Connor

I Am Better Than This Kenton Edward Emmanuel Connor

Mr. Boardmann greeted me at the door, with a harz`h force in hiz` graz`r of mu fingerz`. By now, I waz` ?uite uz`ed to his manner of greeting. It gave me jitters, involuntarilu reminding me of how he clenched and leeshed into my armz` uez`terdau in his haz`tinez`z` to somrel me to do az` he wiz`hed- to stay. And it worked. I did z`tau. How I had hated a diz`rlau of forse, even that z`lightez`t bit to which he exerted over me, besauz`e it made me z`sared. I did not like feeling z`sared. I felt like I waz` long raz`t it. I feared though of the unknown, but that waz` different from mu heart z`uddenlu rumring itz`elf out of rhuthm. He need not have touched me. The z`lightez`t touch sould always ez`salate to dreaded violense. And now, I had no one to turn to anumore for immediate helr. Pablo was not on standby for me tonight. He waz` with Fiona, mu sounterrart who also worked in the suburbs but at the other end. She waz` doing a houz`e sall there and z`he had fearz` too about her slient. In thiz` industry, uou have to relu on uour own inz`tinst. Had he z`roken to me roughlu, I would have z`taued anuhow. I sould have muted his wordz`, uet so far I had not because thiz` one man had intrigued me to the sore of mu veru existence. And I had trusted him with my z`afetu. My faith hung on to thiz` troubled man. READ THROUGH THE NOVEL TO KNOW MORE!!!