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N I N E

|| Itumeleng's Pov ||

I didn't how I'd survive here honestly. I had a cousin who had some kind of vendetta against me, an aunt whose apparently beefing with my mom and still no phone calls nor messages from the people who claimed they would miss me. What lies.
I unlocked my phone and went to whatsapp statuses, just to see what they were up to. The person who I had expected to send the first message or call me first was the same person who actually posted the most statuses out of my contact list.

I knew my parents were probably going through whatever divorced people go through hence the lack of messages nor calls from them but my boyfriend, there surely was nothing stopping him. I quickly went into the whatsapp settings to turn off my blue tick so he wouldn't see that I viewed his statuses. I wanted him to think I was just as "busy" as he was so he wouldn't feel some kind of pity for me. I mean surely I wasn't missable.

After tapping through majority of statuses I decided I had something else to do either sitting here waiting for some "friend" to text me. I had bought a total of five suitcases and there was surely a lot to pack. Palesa had no walk in wardrobe or any kind of wardrobe that had enough space for all my clothes but I figured I would put some of my clothing in one of her empty drawers and keep the most expensive ones in locked suitcases. It was simpler that way.

"Enjoying your time huh?" Palesa walked in, unexpectedly. I had some kind of thought that she had been watching me the whole time. "If you say so," I replied not in any kind of mode for a fight. It would be wiser if she just told me what the world I did to her so I'd apologize but no, sis thinks we're still in primary.

"Go monate neh? Being welcomed here. I mean if I had to come to that palace of yours I probably wouldn't even reach the front door but here you are. Miss Pretty Perfect"

"Stop what you're doing," I said, clearly aware of how she was trying to pick a fight. She wouldn't win it. "What I'm doing? Ke dirang sentle sentle?" she asked, now being an inch away from me.
"Look Palesa, I really don't know whats going on. Like I just arrived here, my parents got d-"
"Oh please Itu. Please spare me your sad life story. You think I care? Honestly o nagana ka gatala?"

"Keng Palesa? Like I just don't get it," I said honestly fed up of being so clueless. Hate me all you want, yes, but I'd really like to know your reason. "You don't get it?" she repeated almost in a fake, deceitful manner. Whoever this person was, she surely wasn't the cousin I knew years back.

"Yes I don't, I really don't" I said, noticing how she was now hovering over me. I could stand up and face her but that would mean I was up to fight and really thats the last thing on my mind.
I wanted nothing but peace.

"You're so pathetic Itumeleng," she said still hovering over me, "you're telling me that this whole time nne o sa yetsi? Le nou you have no clue?"

"Palesa please. O bua ka eng? Like-"
I was choking. I tried pulling her hand off of me but it seemed like the more I tried, the more tighter her grip got.

"You will listen to me wang kotla? And you'll listen very carefully. Whatever people thought you were kwa ko di suburb'seng stays perfectly there okay? Here you're better than no one. Not nna, not my mother, not my friends, not a single person. Are we clear?"

My eyes were getting teary and I nodded my head countless times so she could let me go. After a moment after literally feeling like I was on the brink of death, she finally let me go. I was coughing and breathing heavily. People have hated me but no one has ever done this to me. What in the world was wrong with her?

I watched her slowly walk towards the door, feeling all the tears fall right down my cheeks. It wasn't sadness, it was anger. Anger due to being here, anger due to the divorce, anger due to not being checked up on by the people who claimed to miss me but mostly anger due to her. Her unexplainable hate towards me.

Feeling all these things I rushed towards her and pulled the very back of her head, pushing her headfirst towards the wardrobe. It didn't knock her out since it wasn't so impactful but I could see the blood coming out her nose. Being satisfied and feeling more anger flow through me I walked towards where she was laying sideways and started kicking her stomach, hard.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to tremble in sobs but I kept on kicking, focusing all my energy on the anger. Who was she? Saying all those things to me. She thinks just because I was somehow blessed with rich parents my life was perfect. So much better than hers?

"Stop!" I heard her shout out but I kept on going, thinking every single little thing that ever made me mad.
"Stop! Itumeleng! Please!" She shouted out once more and I stopped. Her mouth and face was filled with so much blood and thats when it all hit me.

Assault. I had assaulted someone. The anger was now drained from me and I watched her, my heart pounding fast in fear. I could've never guessed I would do this. Maybe a slap and a push, yes, but this? How could I have done this?

I quickly unplugged my phone from the charger and ran out. I had no idea where I'd be going or what I'd be doing there but I didn't care. As long as I was nowhere near that house.

Nowhere near her.

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