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
Halfway through the doorway and halfway out of the houses is where I was standing. In between the doorway. Stuck. Processing what was before my very eyes.Motionless. Numb. Wordless. Speechless. Scared. Turned on. Butterflies at flight in my belly. Nervous. Emotions were all over the place. Unstabilizing my body the most by the second.Fear intently crept in. Weakening my body to the core. Adrenaline at its best. My blood moving in slow motion. My throat immediately drying up like a drop of methylated spirit on a hot sunny day.My heart and pulse in competition with one another. Each trying to beat better and louder than the other. My skin, of course - white from fair.Goosebumps rose all over my body. I felt a cool breeze blow directly on my skin despite being entirely covered and confined under a shirt and hoodie.A little tingle kept playing hopscotch between my left ankle and
Soon, I was the one feeling turned on instead by his jealousy. The thought of another man desiring me already unpleased him. Once rejected, twice desired. The way he moved, it was like his body was speaking. It was a body language I understood very well. He wanted to have his way under my pants. There wasn't any space between us both as he kept snatching me closer to himself.I began to slowly move backwards, he followed my lead. His member firm but dangling in its spacious confinement. We were moving in sync and his body was starting to respond to mine. Every step I took back, he too took forward.Finally, with my back against the wall, his body pressed against mine. He, desirably looking at my