The Besotted

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Dixon Sin.

That's the first thing that comes to my mind when I see a big, black SUV come to a nice, quiet stop by my gate. It can't be anyone else. I recognize it from the morning I got robbed. It's the same one that drove me home.

I'm wearing my old Vans, Sphe's shorts, and my old netball shirt, with my hair in 4 loosely twisted braids, I am just hoping that it is not him in that car. I wouldn't even put it past him.

"Who is that?" Mam'Ntombi asks from her place in the kitchen chair.

"I don't know," I play coy.

"Enhle."

"I swear I don't..."

She goes back to her breakfast, not believing me for a second, "Big, fancy cars only come to this street because of you."

That doesn't mean I know every big, fancy car that does come to this street.

"Go see who it is," She instructs.

"Yoh ma, I have a lot of things--"

"Enhle," She only has to speak once.

I do have a lot of chores to get through as per usual, but I'm not about to defy my mother to her face.

I was busy washing dishes, and now I dry my hands on the drying cloth and make my way through the open to our small gate.

I don't remember explicitly stating that I was going to accompany Dixon to that event of his. In fact, I remember turning him down a couple of times.

The SUV dwarfs the whole street and makes the whole place seem even more shabby. It's big, clean, shiny and very expensive looking.

The window rolls down by the time I stop next to the door, and the breath that I release when I see that it's not Dixon but rather his driver. I can't tell you how relieved I am that it's not him.

"Good morning," I greet with a little frown.

"Good morning, Ms Olifant, Mr Sin has asked me to pick you up," It's Trevor, the only driver of Dixon's that has seen me through it all.

"Pick me up for?" I act confused.

"The function, the fundraiser at The Charleston."

I can't go to that thing, "Tell Mr Sin that I'm sorry, but I won't be able to make it. Sorry that you came all the way out here," I tell Trevor and go back to our house.

I'm not going to lie and say that I don't want to go, or that I'm excited to spend another fucking night in this dump instead of dressed up and drinking champagne somewhere in the city.

I'm busy, though. I have things. If I don't do my chores, no one else will. Unlike Dixon, I have no one to do my work for me.

I even sent Nebula over to Vivid's for the day just so I could get a bunch of things done. I'm lucky enough that his family is away for the weekend and that without them around, he can actually be reasonable.

"Ngubani?" Mam'Ntombi asks me when I return to the kitchen. [Translation: Who is it?]

What do I even say?

The truth?

"A driver my boss sent to pick me up for a function," I say it like it's no big deal.

"All the way out here?" Mam'Ntombi checks, "Is this the same boss you're always going on about? The one you're always fighting with?"