It was a Thursday morning when I woke up and discovered that my entire kitchen was flooded, filled with water. I was confused; I didn’t know what to do.

I had slept all through the cold and lonely night. It was terrible. The rain had started very early and forced me to bed by 9pm.It rained and poured and I had not even turned from my bed to use the toilet. The rain lasted through the night till morning.

Here I was in a kitchen filled with water from the rain of last night. It seemed it had opened all the holes in the house and I needed to fix it before another rain brought the entire house down.

I needed the help of a stronger person, the help of a guy who would climb the roof top and do the fixing.

Max came just when I needed help. He was my angel, but it wasn’t long before I felt used and cheap, it started off very well but after a while I got tired. It was weighing me out and it was time to stop.

My angel had now become my worst nightmare.