CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Every nerve in my body was hurting and all I wanted was for it to stop but even the endless tears and self-lecturing did nothing to ease the pain of betrayal inside me. Days were seemingly longer and I was barely a shadow of myself as I walked every day through the hallways, following the same class routine. Even that trip to Kisumu had been cancelled and all I did was lock myself up in my room when I was not in class, counting the hours and minutes till the pain stopped but it never did. Instead, every time I thought of him and that twisted smirk on his face, I felt the pain in me multiply. It was like no matter what I did, all I could think of was Malcom. Everywhere I walked, everyone I met seemed to have Malcom reeking all over them.
“Just tell me to go kick hi
