Sworn Sisters

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The man took her to a small office downstairs. It seemed he was the owner of the hotel, given how well he knew his way around. She sobbed quietly, her sister's betrayal hurting more than Halima's beating. Today, she had to find out that her sister had no heart.

"Take this," the mysterious man passed her an ice pack. "Use it on the swelling."

She took it from him. "Thanks."

The man studied her. She looked so young. What was a young lady like her doing in a hotel while her mates were in school? The man wondered. Women of today have no shame at all.

"What were you thinking?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" she asked, cocking a brow. "What were you thinking when you followed that man to the hotel? Don't you have any shame?"

"Stop it. Stop talking as if you know the whole truth. You don't even know half of the story, but you're already judging," she said.

He cackled. "Oh, really? What I witnessed is enough for me. You sell your body for money. It's as simple as that."

"Shut up!"

"The truth hurts, right? Next time, you should think before repeating the same mistake."

"Please shut up!! Please," she broke into tears. It hurts a lot. Now she's the prostitute. People will laugh at her if they come to watch the videos some people took.

"Okay," he raised his hands up in surrender.

"I want to go home," she stood up.

"I can send my driver to drop you if you want."

"No, thank you. Wouldn't want part two to repeat itself," she said sarcastically. "Thanks for the ice, anyway."

A story about two sisters fighting for their rights. A secret they've sworn to keep from the world. One of these sisters has to take the blame for the other sister's wrongdoing, and there's no way this innocent sister can speak the truth. No one would believe her, except one man.