IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Chapter two-torture

"So you call my girl Lele?" he smirks but rather focuses on the books I gave him instead.

Geez this guy. I completely ignore him, his question is rather ridiculous.

"Your eyes are really beautiful."

I've been facing outside the window ever since he's been busy with the books and mainly because I'm bored.

"Thanks?" I mutter more as in a question.

When did we even get there?

"Lele seems to have grown fond of you. I breathe you, eat you and sleep you," he laughs, I laugh too.

Okay, he's actually got my undivided attention now.

And now he calls her Lele too?

And why the hell do I feel so comfortable with him?

"Yeah, I have that effect on kids." I lie. How would I know that? I've been in prison for how many years now?

"And on me too," he utters randomly but doesn't smile.

I'm stiff, how do I respond to this?

He stares at me longer than my comfort.

"I think we're done here," I stand and gather my stuff all together, messily when I can't take this moment I quite don't even comprehend.

"I'll leave you to it. I hope to see you soon?"

Yet he is still glued to that chair.

But with my life, that's never happening.

I nod instead, leaving the classroom as quickly as I possibly can.
I hate men dismally. The only man I've loved was my daddy.

But I don't get why my body is betraying me like this. The goosebumps I had when he told me I have beautiful eyes, that was uncalled for.

Argh, men are all the same.

"Are you okay Busi?"

I'm breathing too quick and my files are all piled up on the floor.

What just happened? My head is just all over the place.

"I'm fine," I don't even sound convincing right?

I kneel down and pick my stuff up with anticipation and Enhle kindly hepls me.

"You can tell me about anything that's bothering you, you know!"

About my life? Never. But I just nod and smile.

"There is a man waiting for you at the parking-lot."
She says that more with a questioning tone.

"Must be my uncle," I rush and leave her standing.
This man doesn't like waiting.

"OKAY BYE, I'LL SEE YOU MONDAY," she yells and I just wave my hand in response.

I'm so scared right now.

His parked where he always drops me off. But I notice the R8 next to his car.

"Hello baba," my voice is hesitant and shaky and he is fuming.
Which Is bad.

"Close the door," he growls.

I do that as quickly as my movements allow me but it slams hard as It closes.

Wow, nice one Busi.

"You Bitch! Do you know how much this car costs?" I can't bare his voice, it sounds murderous.

"Sorry baba. It was a mis..." I don't get to complete my sentence. My nose is already bleeding and my version gets blurry in a split second.

He slapped me hard. I can't even feel half of my face.

"This is an Audi Q5, it's not even worth your life. And where have you been?" he's angry alright.

He knows where I've been, I'm not gonna utter a thing.

He starts the engine.

Thank God.

I've been covering my bleeding nose with both my hands.

As the car reverses, I see Nathi's figure standing next to his car with a hard expression plastered on his face and yet buttery concerned. His hands form into a fist.

Our eyes lock and I see him shake his head disapprovingly. He saw everything, that's my first prediction.

I remove my glance from his and I shut my eyes close.

Now someone else has witnessed how horrible my life is. What a shem, this wasn't suppose to happen.

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It takes 15mins from ParkTown primary school to Park Town the sub. He summoned me straight to my bedroom and instructed I take my clothes off.

Why me? Why can't I even cry at least cause I know It might ease the pain.

Do I really deserve this? Is it my punishment?

"Stand up, turn around, bend over and hold the edge of the bed." He gives me an instruction. I oblige.

I say a short prayer that this goes very quick so I can bath and lock myself in. He enters me sharply and the pain is just unbearble. He pulls my dreadlocks very roughly that I end up painfully screaming.

"Mhmmmmm. Yes whore....mhmmmm," he moans.

Well atleast someone is enjoying themselves.

I keep my eyes shut, bite my lower lip so I can supress the pain and scream that threatens to bust.

His enjoying himself. He humps faster and deeper, my legs are shaking, I'm breathing too fast.

His grip is too hard and rough around my neck, and I'm struggling to breathe now. Tears stream down my face willingly, and I'm not crying because of what he's doing but it's just that I'm in pain. I can't breathe and I want this to be over, now!

"FUCK," he groans right after hegets off of me and wears his clothes.

"Never piss me off again," he snorts.

He heads out and I lie on the cold floor completely naked and automatically pained.

My body is numb.

Few mintues later I struggle to even get my body up from the floor but I manage at the end anyway.

My bedroom has a bathroom and a full body mirror.

I stand in front of it and look at my exposed destroyed body. My right cheek has a dark blueish mark, its because of the slap I got earlier. My neck is blueish too and eyes puffy and red.

I'm sometimes glad that I'm on prevention. He takes me to the doctor every after three months and reason behind that dark cloud is because I once told him I might be pregnant eight years ago. If I hadn't told him, my child would probably be alive now. He forced me into an abortion and said, "I don't want a child with a whore like you. You are damanged goods."

The nerve and audacity

Selfishly, I was glad he did. How on earth was I going to maintain a child at age fifteen? And what life would my child have had?

I've accepted my situation. There is no way I'm escaping this life but I still pray and hope my miserable life ends.

I head back to my bed and cuddle with my tiny teddy my mom bought for me whilst I was still very young. I feel very close to her when I cuddle with teddy.

I'll survive.