Her sickness

"PTSD...why? What happened?" Tunde suddenly sits up with her still in his arms. Of course, he knew what PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder is. One or two of his men who were once in active combat duty while in the army got treated for it. He wondered what could have happened to her that would make her be in therapy for three whole years.

"I was getting treatment for depression. I constantly have panic attacks. I was aggressive and always on the defensive with people, even with my family sometimes."

"Why... What happened!?" He asked softly, caressing her back gently.

Abby sighed deeply like she was gathering courage before she continued with what she was about to say.

"When I was sixteen, I was set up to be raped by a girl I considered my best friend"

"What!? Your best friend?" Tunde was shocked by her statement.