Insert #18 The ceiling seemed to be spinning. Around and around then back around. He didnt seem to see me so I looked down at the floor. Thabang greeted him and the others followed. I remained silent and looked at my boots.. All the blood seemed to have drained from my body. I went cold all over and numb. My heart was beating so loudly but I wasnt sure if the blood was going anywhere. I was short of breath and the smelly atmosphere in the house made it difficult to get oxygen through my system. Fifi pinched my thigh and I looked up. I hadnt noticed that the room had gone silent, all eyes on me like I was on centre stage and the audience was awaiting for my performance. I look around the chipping table but avoid the bastards eye. Hes watching me, peeling away my clothes with his eyes. Dumela, I say under my breath. He nods a greeting but doesnt take his eyes off me. I couldnt believe the nerve of my cousins! They knew I hated this mans guts even though what he did was more than 9 years ago, it still changed me! I have to go. I push my stool out and storm out. I was fuming, not really sure if I should go back in there and wipe the disgusting smug off of his face or if I should kill my cousins. I was so angry that I seemed out of breath and the damn sky couldnt stop spinning. I tried walking faster but it seemed like I was not going anywhere. I could feel todays dinner welling up in my throat. I ran to the side of the road and threw up. It tasted like shit and food. People were staring at me so I got up and acted like nothing was wrong. I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me but I just continued walking on as if nothing was wrong. I looked behind and saw Charol running towards me.. Like I needed anymore drama -_- ... Her: Malebo!! O ya kae kante? Me: Leave me alone toe! Her: Voetsek wenna le english ya ko geno! Kere o ya kae? Me: Ko mau.. Her: Why ole snaaks so mara? Hape he just wanted to see you again and apologize. Me: Motse gore ngkana a tseya sorry ya gae ya masepa and stuff in down his wifes throat! Her: Entlek what did he do to you again? Me: Oh! You dont remember.. Ankere motho sele a zama gong rape-a then lied are nna ke tlobotse mo pila gae! I think Im gonna throw u-- I ran to the side of the street again and threw up, worse than before. I could feel the veins on my neck and forehead protruding from my skin. Charol stood by my side, rubbing my back, and just looking at me sadly.. My throat felt raw and rough.. Like sandpaper. I didnt think that that man would make me feel so sick but I guess thats the effect he has on people. I walked back home with Charol following close behind. We didnt say a single word the whole way coz I thought if I were to say anything, Id throw up again. My heart was racing faster than before but atleast the sky seemed to have stopped. We got back home and started bathing. Me, Fifi, Charol, Helen, Karabo then the little ones followed after. We got them into bed and went to the outside boys room. My stuff had already been packed away with my suitcase at the corner with all the other bags. The room was cold with concrete cold floors and dark. There were two beds with 5 blankets on each. I got into bed with Fifi and Helen, Charol and Karabo on the other. Fifi kept staring at me and it felt awkward. Me: Ke eng? Im tryna sleep waitsi. Her: Im just thinking.. Me: Okay can you think looking in another direction. Her: But Im thinking about you mos, so Ill have to look at you to try and process what Im thinking. Me: Please dont tell me your talking about Mabitsela(the bastard) Her: You read my mind.. Like always, and yes I am.. Like why did you freak out so bad? Charol even told us that you vomited at the side of the street.. Me: I talked about it before and nobody believed me so why do I have to repeat myself? Her: Because... Now your older and understand your emotions and situations.. So please explain. Me: I dont have time to talk. Her: I think you do and besides.. You might dream about him and vomit in your dreams so I guess talking will do you a lil bit of good. She did have a point so I just started spilling my heart out. Me: Well you remember when I was around 7 and you, me and Charol used to sell magwinga(MTS:mind the spelling) because koko couldnt do it by herself... Then one day Charol was too sick to get out of bed so I did the rounds by myself. Her: Yeah I think I remember that.. Then you came home crying and didnt have any money nor the fat koeks.. What happened to them anyway? Me: Let me finish man. So like I went to Mabitsela and you know he didnt want us in the house but on that day he said I should get in.. I did and put his usual package on the kitchen while he went to fetch his money. He took longer than usual so I called out to him but he didnt answer so I went to check up on him... I got into his room and he mustve been hiding behind the door because he caught me from behind and threw me on the bed. He torn my stofie and started pulling on my panty. I fought with him until I hit his balls and ran out of their... I even left the fatcakes behind... Her: Shit... #LifeOfMichelle
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 03:51:01 +0000
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