"Ify, I don't want to see you near my house again. From this day onward, I disown you as my daughter," her father, Mr Osondu sneered.

"Edward, stop this!!!" Her mother cried.

"No, mom. Leave this mad man," Ify shouted back, "I can't believe that you fell for this kind of irresponsible man that doesn't have any other job to do than to donate sperms!"

Kpa!!!

Within a second, Ify's fair face started swelling up and doubled in size with her left eye turning black.

"Oh my God!" Mrs Osondu exclaimed.

No sound was heard, except her mother's sobbing, as Ify carried her bags and quietly left the house.

Ifeoma "Ify" Jackson (formerly known as Ify Osondu) sat in her living room as she recalled the event that happened just last week.

She had gone to drop her belongings at her only friend, Gloria's house and quickly looked for an apartment. She moved in the next day and has been there ever since.

She was waiting for the embassy to approve of her visa to go abroad and stay there permanently. She felt there was no need to remain in Nigeria as everything had turned out to be failures.

She wanted a new start and felt that she could start a new life in New York City. She had gotten a job offer at one of the biggest contracting firms in New York.

No body, not even Gloria nor her parents, knew of her plans. That was her payback for all the hurt that she had gone through.

Soon, a tune from popular song by Cardi B started playing. It was her ringing tune.

"...these are red-bottoms, these are..."

"Hello... Yes?... Oh thank you so much... Okay I'll come by Wednesday morning..." She hung up the phone dropped it, and continued watching the news.

She had just been granted her visa and will be out of the country by Friday.

She knew she was going to get it. Nothing can hold her down.