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When the house fell silent Collisions of secrets
Chapter 32 – Collision of Secrets The early morning sunlight struggled through gray clouds, casting an uneasy glow over the Mokoena household. Inside, tensions from the night before had not eased; they had only grown, like cracks spreading silently through the walls. Sandra awoke with a sense of dread. Last night’s performance had been exhilarating, but Abby’s discovery of her online poetry hung over her like a guillotine. Her hands trembled as she typed a private note to herself: Don’t let him see. Not yet. Not until I can explain. Meanwhile, Abby paced in his study. Whiskey bottle half-empty, eyes narrowed at his phone. Sandra’s post had been unmistakable. The words, the voice behind them—it was his daughter. Pride and anger collided in his chest. She defies me. She hides from me. And yet… I am proud. Abby Confronts Sandra By mid-morning, Abby sought Sandra in her room. He knocked once—soft, controlled—but his voice carried unmistakable authority. “Sandra,” he said, step
When the house fell silent Reckonings
Chapter 31 – Secrets and Reckonings The night was thick, oppressive, a blanket of clouds blotting out the moon. Tshepo moved silently through the alleys, soaked from the earlier rain. His hands were trembling, not from the cold, but from anticipation. Tonight, he would face the loan sharks—an encounter he had spent sleepless nights fearing. Gail had insisted he be careful, but her concern only made the weight heavier. If I fail… the family… everyone… Tshepo swallowed hard, every thought spinning like a cyclone. At the abandoned warehouse, the three men lounged in the shadows, waiting. Tshepo’s presence was immediately noted. “Late again,” the tallest said, eyes narrowing. “I… I brought the rest,” Tshepo stammered, presenting an envelope. The men opened it. Tshepo’s stomach plummeted—the money was short, and they knew it. “Short,” the second man said, leaning forward. “You know what that means.” The tallest man grinned, cruel and wide. “Tonight, we settle this. Either y
When the house fell silent Breaking Point
Chapter 30 – Breaking Points and Hidden Truths The sun rose over the town, diffused through gray clouds, casting a muted light on the Mokoena household. Inside, the day began not with calm, but with tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Tshepo woke first, the early morning hours stolen by worry and guilt. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, running through the consequences of last night’s encounter with the loan sharks. If I fail, they’ll come for me. And if they come for me… they’ll come for all of us, he thought. His fingers clenched the bedsheet, white knuckles signaling the fear he refused to voice. From down the hall, Gail’s muffled groans betrayed her struggle to get out of bed. She had been up late writing about the family,documenting every crack, every failure, every secret, trying to make sense of chaos that threatened to overwhelm them all. Even she, the observer, felt powerless. Mathapelo stirred weakly. Her legs, crippled by the curse Kate had imposed,
When the house fell silent Consequences
Chapter 29 – Confrontation and Consequences Tshepo’s Midnight Reckoning The rain had stopped, but the streets were slick and dimly lit. Tshepo’s heart pounded as he walked toward the shadowed warehouse where the loan sharks waited. Each step echoed against the pavement, a drumbeat of dread. “This is it,” he whispered to himself. “No more running.” Inside, the air smelled of diesel and wet concrete. Three men in dark suits lounged around a metal table, their eyes cold and calculating. “You’re late,” the tallest one said, his voice like gravel. “I… I needed more time,” Tshepo stammered. “Time isn’t yours anymore,” another said, leaning forward. “You gambled. You lost. And now, you’ll pay.” Tshepo’s palms sweated. He thought of his mother’s worried face, of Gail’s gentle scolding, and Mathapelo praying in her room. I can’t leave them like this, he thought. The men circled him. One grabbed his arm. “Where’s the money?” Tshepo swallowed hard. “I… I don’t have it yet. Bu
When the house fell silent Secrets
Chapter 28 – Secrets and Shadows Sandra’s Secret Escape Sandra had stopped going to half her medical lectures. Instead, she sneaked into the arts department where students painted, danced, and performed spoken word poetry. She stood in the back of a dimly lit hall, her hoodie up, as a boy recited lines about freedom and identity. For the first time in months, she felt something stir inside her—not pressure, not expectation, but joy. “Do you perform?” one of the girls whispered beside her. Sandra hesitated, then shook her head. “No… not really.” “Your eyes say otherwise,” the girl replied with a grin. “Come next week. The stage is waiting.” Sandra smiled faintly, but her heart raced. If Baba ever found out… When she got home, Abby was sitting on the couch with a newspaper open, his eyes scanning every line like he was searching for control in print. “How was class?” he asked without looking up. Sandra swallowed. “Good. Just… long.” “Keep it that way,” Abby muttere
When the house fell silent Walking on Threads
Chapter 27 – Threads Pulling Apart Sandra vs. Abby: The Collision Morning sunlight crept into the dining room, but it brought no warmth. Sandra sat stiffly at the table, still wearing the same hoodie from the night before. Abby came in with his coffee, his expression already heavy. “Morning,” he said flatly. Sandra didn’t reply. Abby set his cup down harder than necessary. “Are you planning to ignore me now? After the shame you caused yesterday?” Sandra finally looked up, her eyes red from crying. “The shame I caused? Baba, do you even hear yourself? I told the truth. I don’t want to study medicine.” Abby leaned forward, his voice sharp. “You don’t want? Since when do children decide what’s best for them? You think life is about what you want? I built everything in this house so that my children would have choices I never had.” Sandra’s voice shook but grew louder. “No, Baba. You built this house so you could control us. You never asked me what I dream of. You just han
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