Chapter 34

Just looking at me seemed to infuriate Racquelle, who either hit or insulted me at every opportunity. When I asked her where to go, she yelled, "It's my birthday today! Don't you know where we're supposed to go?" I nodded and drove her to Club 21. Every year for her birthday, she invited her friends to drink and party here—it had become her tradition. However, the real reason she made me drive her there was not just for a ride—it was another opportunity for her to humiliate and abuse me. In her eyes, watching me get criticized in front of others brought her more joy than any expensive gift. This sadistic woman probably could not sleep at night if she had not tormented me that day. In the backseat, Racquelle lounged against the leather seat, occasionally kicking my seat and hurling insults. She shouted, "Turn down the AC. Are you trying to give me a cold?" After I adjusted the air conditioning, she smacked the back of my head. "Are you deaf? I said turn it down, not off! It's blazi