H was the smartest man I had ever known. The shame fell on Mr Mdnase. His reports came back negative. He had the whole old garage searched inside out. No DNA. No trace that life had been in the place. This was the first time the national security had a lead at all. It was late but it told a tale. Someone in H's domain spoke. He had betrayed his lord. I was scared for whomever it was. It was risky, for their life and their families. I don't know if they got caught or if they just chose the other way. I don't know what the national government promised them other than witness protection, but it seemed worth it. I had set up a meeting with Yvette around mid-morning today. I was boiling inside. I needed to share whatever was going on in my life with someone. I knew I had H's protection and Mr Mdnase's in case - God forbid, she betrayed me. When the time was due, I did my usual routine. I turned off the security settings and cut the power out. I left
I woke up hours later in the bed I originally shared with Mr Mdnase. I was back home. Alone - I thought. The security settings and power were back on. Everything seemed normal except for me. My head was not cooperating with me, it was pounding so hard.I lazily picked myself up trying to wonder how I got back here. I was still nauseous. I still remembered what had happened earlier on. The beheading.I couldn't stop blaming myself. If I hadn't talked, he would be alive. But would that mean I'd be choosing Mr Mdnase's side? I was utterly regressive about whom I was and following my instincts.I laid back down and turned into a more comfortable position. I was in dire distress. I couldn't seem to have the answers I needed. Did I just sell my soul to the devil himself?The door opened and I heard light footsteps. I quickly sat up straight, almost jumping. My instincts were still very sharp and tingling.I saw Mr Mdnase walk in with a tray of frui
The next few weeks drastically changed. No word was heard from H yet. No signal meant no sign. No new evidence. Nothing from his end. No secret notes. He was violently silent. I let everything flow. Que sera sera. Whatever will be, will. On the other hand, my relationship with Yvette graduated. It blossomed and we grew tighter than thongs. It was a union I celebrated everyday. I understood why it was her and no one else from the beginning. She was irreplaceable.She frequently came for sleepovers whenever she could. We would search for jobs online, eat, gist, cook and watch series among other things.
I was free at last. I told Kat about whom I was involved with and was at peace. Despite this, I was still unsure about what I really felt. I had butterflies in flight in my belly each time I thought about him. The secret whispers between Yvette and I did not cease. They only grew spicier. Mr. Mdnase had no problem with her being around. This only encouraged us to keep our distance. It was like we were brother and sisters. I was completely ignoring H and his requests. He owed me an apology and I shut down in all ways since I did not receive any.
The next few weeks drastically changed. No word was heard from H yet. No signal meant no sign. No new evidence. Nothing from his end. No secret notes. He was violently silent. I let everything flow. Que sera sera. Whatever will be, will.On the other hand, my relationship with Yvette graduated. It blossomed and we grew tighter than thongs. It was a union I celebrated everyday. I understood why it was her and no one else from the beginning.
"No Yaande, It's over!", He yelled with a straight face and unfaltering tone. I had mixed feelings. I was happy yet insecure. I was free yet imprisoned. I was surprised yet disappointed. I was in bondage. An enslaved captive yet free. The unconditional condition. The unlimited limit. " Katlego, you can not leave. We can always work this out. How about Tristan?", I asked as tears began to well up in my eyes. I didn't understand myself. I was betraying myself yet again. I promised myself to never get into an abusive relationship. I promised myself that the father of my child would be my husband. I promised myself I would be Katlego's wife. I made promises I thought would keep. I became miserable and that was reason enough to leave. But I didn't want to yet again. I had a son who needed his father around. Katlego was the sweetest nightmare I ever came across. He was the man every woman wanted and wished was in bed with. He was spectacularly handsome. Handsome as hell, they would say.
Time does drift. Kat came back home and found me busy in the kitchen, making our last supper together. I neatly served the food on the tiny table we had in the bedroom. Ignoring the effort, he began to dig into the food without saying a Thanksgiving prayer. " Did you explain to Mom? ", I asked trying to break the cloud of silence. He vigorously nodded his head in agreement. His nonverbal response made it difficult for me to penetrate a conversation. We finished the rest of our meal in silence and he helped me clean up afterward. I headed into the shower and stripped naked. I turned the cold shower on and let the drizzle beat me to its temperature from my back downwards. As I turned to face the shower, I rubbed my tit against the wall and it instantly stiffened. I began to feel a tingle in my leg and left hip. Strangely, I knew what this meant. I wasn't too sure if Kat would reject me again or desire me. I didn't risk anything. I freely let my hands roam around my body. I felt
" Somebody help! ", I screamed.The Herculean man pointed the gun at me from the old lady. His grip on the gun was stable and sure.I was shaken. Scared. Insecure. I clamped my fists so hard and closed my eyes. I was frustratingly upset.A heavy cloud of silence filled the entire room. Everyone was terrified.The other two men began to walk around the store making, silly faces at us. It was embarrassingly foolish if you'd ask me. But there was nothing none of us could do at this point.I heard a thumping crispy sound and I opened my eyes. The muscular man was walking towards me real slowly. I froze. My heart and pulse began to compete with one another. At this point, my legs weakened. This was the end. I wish I could have told Tristan how much I loved him.His tattoos were more visible as he came closer. When he was only a few inches away, he st