Insert 125 I didnt feel like hearing any more about their unreasonable fights. I failed to understand why SisLinda would act the way she did. Its not like dad was sleeping with the woman or anything close to that. They didnt even know each other for crying out loud! But then again, I had nothing to do with them fighting. They were grown ups so they had to find a way around all that without me. My appetite just vanished, I felt like puking instead. Tata: Izohlala apha, I want to talk to you. Me: Ndiyozela. Tata: Kanti ubusiyaphi? Me: Bendisiyotya but ngoku I have lost my appetite. Tata: Sowusozela gou? I nodded and headed for my room. I knew he was going to follow me, or maybe give me a scolding for talking to him in that manner but I couldnt care more. Tata: Amila khawuhlale apha ndifuna sithethe! Me: Khandiyeke Tata maan nawe! I rushed to my room. He ran towards me and stood right infront of my face. Tata: What did you just say?! Me: Ndithe ndiyozela tata, can I please go to bed. I avoided eye contact and had my eyes wandering all round the passage. Tata: Ndijonge... I stared at the ground. He used his fingers to roughly lift my head up and I looked at him. Tata: Ndihleke nawe kakhulu? I kept quiet. Tata: Ndiphendule maan Amila! Me: I thought that question was one of those questions that you dont have to answer. Tata: Ndithetha nawe, so nawe uzondiphendula. Me: Tata abanye abantu balele, they dont have issues bona. So please bayeke balale. He stared deep into my eyes, I looked elsewhere. Tata: So ndim lo une issues? Me: You sleep on the couch in your own house- I couldnt finish my sentence cause my cheek was all chilli and shaky from a hot clap that dad borrowed me. Compared to what I was going through, a slap across the face was nothing. I brushed it off and pretended not to feel any pain. Me: Goodnight nawe Tata. I pushed him aside and walked to my room. He pulled me by the collar, almost strangling me to death. Tata: Buya apha, utheni ingathi uyaqhela nje Amila? Me: Ndi wrong na ngoba ndifune ukuyolala? Well, I still own a bed. Not like someone I know. He slapped me again, this one even hotter than the first one. But in all of that, I managed to hold back tears and act tough once again. Me: Thats enough okay, or ufuna undikrazula ubuso? Tata: Hayi Amila! Ndizakubetha mna mntanam! Yintoni ngoku wangathi uya uqaqadeka? Remember Sisi this is still my house, you dont own anything around here! Me: Ndingase ndihambe kaloku! Tata: Uzoyaphi? No where... Me: Somewhere... Far from all of this. Tata: Amila please sufuna ndikubethe! Me: What do you call ezampama? Ubunditeketisa? He let out a slight laughter as a sign of disbelief. It was just too irritating. I pushed him aside and ran to my room. He grabbed my shirt till it unbottoned automatically. I beat him to it, got into my room and shut the door. We pushed and fighted till I managed to lock it. Tata: I can break this door, andoyiki tana Amila! Me: Its your house Mister, yenza whatever! I went to the mirror and looked at my cheek. I had 5x2 fingers and it was starting to swell a bit. I was angry but I really dont know why. Tata: Amila maan! Vula lo mnyango wena! Me: Why? Ufuna undibetha kaphinde? Tata: You wont stay apho for your whole life and ndizakubetha mntanam, ndikubulale. Me: Kakade, ndizophuma after you leave. Thats what you do! You leave, like you did ngokuya sasibancinci. When we needed you. You left! He banged on the door! Tata: So ingalonto lento, yilonto une respect enukayo? Me: Nguwe wonke lo, if wawungazange uhambe. Umama ngengazange atyiwe ngooMalume abamfakela iizifo ogqiba kuthiwe nguye. If you didnt come here, ngesingazange sitshelwe yindlu and uMama ngeyelapha! Nguwe maan! It went silent for a while... Tata: How many times do we have to go over that na Amila? Me: Zange sathetha ngayo Tata! Tata: Kodwa sagqitha apho maan! Me: Just stop banging on the door, its so childish! Tata: Amila, I am going to kill you! Me: That would be great, thank you! I heard his footsteps walking away. I had this uncontrollable anger in me, I just wanted to squeeze the life out of something. I wanted to have someone begging for their lives. I was asking God, kanti when will my blessings be delivered? I wanted permanent joy. Or maybe it doesnt exist. I missed Mama very much that it drove me carrots and nuts. I wanted her to hold me, hug me one more time and tell me that she loved me. How was I going to get that when she was some crazy psycho who fails to know her own children!? I was mad at her, shes a failure! She fails me when I need her the most! Then out of the blue, I grabbed my suitcase from on top of the wardrobe. I threw it on the bed and started packing my clothes and some with hangers, I just didnt care. I didnt care what dad thought of me, I didnt care what people think of me, I didnt care about who was going to be affected in all of that. I just wanted to go away, somewhere where Ill be alone&&
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 17:34:07 +0000
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