42. Harsh Reality

Eve’s family had been civil to him. Well, her sisters had been verbally brutal. He recalled the first time they had seen him after the choking incident:

“You have no shame!” The youngest Virginia had said to him. She looked at him with unveiled disgust.

“Hi, Virginia,” Troy had greeted her civilly. He nodded at Rebecca, the second born, “Rebecca.”

“You son of a bitch!” A punch landed in his stomach. He doubled over at the impact. His face swung to the left and he felt a sting.

“How does it feel, Jackass?!” Another slap hit his left cheek. 

Before him stood a fuming woman; of all her sisters the eldest of the Chibwe girls, Daniella looked the most like Eve.

She was slightly shorter than him and well known for her short fuse.  Her husband was a military man who stood at just over six feet and well built. He held his wife back. 

Troy swallowed the humiliation down. He knew he deserved a lot more. He hung his head in shame. “I’m really sorry guys.”