July 5th (one month and two days after Habiba was kidnapped) + she does not remember it yet.
"No, Neh she is just an adopted shit, and no one cares or give a fuck about her" he said as he turned back to look at me with sad eyes and a pity look in which I had not received in ages.
"What?" The man at my left said in shock.
"Yes, so this bitch is just as good as shit to her darn adopted parents" he said as he but his back trying to sit comfortably on the chair
Time went fast, and I did not know when night fell, but we were still on the road, and I knew we had passed Abuja even if I did not see any sigh my instinct told me so, and I do follow my instinct very well.
"Let's stop at a hotel to spend the night there" one of the men suggested
"No, why don't we have fun and at a bar" the man at my right objected as the driver kept on driving as if he was never going to stop, but luckily for me, he did, and it seemed lime forever.
