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TWO QUEENS IN MY CASTLE 4THANDEKA
I had to return to my place even though I didn't want to. My work uniform is in there and I also need a few things so I was left with no choice. The lights are off when I get there, it's around 9 in the evening. I switch on the lights and Dumisani is just sitting there like nothing matters.
"Babe, you nearly gave me a fright. What are you doing sitting in the dark?" Sometimes I forget that this man has a loose screw in his head.
"I presume your phone is lost because you have been ignoring my calls," he gets up from the couch.
"I just didn't want us to fight again so I ignored you," I make my way to the bedroom but his grip on my arm stops me on my tracks.
"Who is he?" His eyes are bloodshot red and I know he has been smoking again.
"I thought you said you quit weed," I can't smell it on him but I know he had it.
"What the f*ck was I supposed to do? I'm facing assault charges and the one person I expect to support me is galavanting with other men," he says, letting go of my arm.
"I'm not going to stand here and listen to your nonsense. I've been doing everything I can to support you as my man but you just can't seem to stay out of trouble. I needed some time away from you and no I wasn't with another man I was at my mom's," I proceed to the bedroom and he follows.
"Baby I'm sorry," he stops himself halfway through kneeling down after seeing the reaction on my face.
"Yeah whatever. It's not like your sorry will make your charges go away or undo what you did. That poor man is lying in hospital because of you and he didn't do anything wrong," I snap. I'm sick of him losing it every time I speak with another man. He assaulted a man who was friendly to me and accused me of cheating. Dumisani has never hit me but his anger has diverted countless times to any man who dared to talk to me in his absence.
"I didn't cook coz I wasn't sure you're coming back. I can quickly prepare something while you bathe," he's just trying to soften me up and I'm not in the mood.
"Do what you think is best, I'm going to freshen up," I leave him there and lock myself in the bathroom.
I take the whole hour trying to pass time. He calls me to the living room to eat while he puts on his favorite channel on TV.
"I hope you didn't tell your mom what I did," he says.
"If my mom knew exactly what kind of a man you are, she would have long told me to leave you," I say.
"I love you, Thandeka. It's just that sometimes I don't know what's happening to me and the fear of losing you just messes with my head. I can't lose you baby, I just can't," he holds my hand.
"I don't know what you expect me to say. Your actions and your words mean different things and I don't know what to believe anymore," I sigh.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I love you. Why do you think I'm still sticking around even after your crap?"
"Then give me a baby?"
"I'm sorry, what?" My eyes pop out. This is something I never expected from him and it's definitely something that's not on my wishlist at the moment.
"Make me a baby," his eyes get smaller.
"No!" I tell him to his face without hesitation.
"Do you think I won't be able to be a good father?"
"First of all, you have no right to hijack me like this."
"We've been together for three years and I don't see a reason why we shouldn't make a baby," he says.
"So in your right mind you think it's right to bring a baby in this toxic relationship of ours?"
"Toxic? I'm toxic, Thandeka?" He gets on his feet and places both his hands on his hips and laughs.
"I'm going to bed I don't have time for this," I put the plate of food away and make my way to the bedroom. He comes storming in and aggressively goes through the drawers.
"What's wrong with you? I'm trying to sleep," I stand with my arms folded.
"I'm getting rid of all the condoms," he shoves them inside a small plastic. I get under the covers and let him do his crazy acts alone. A while later he comes back into the bedroom and climbs the bed.
"As of tonight we won't be using a condom," he presses his body on mine.
"You can't be making decisions about my health," I shove him off.
"Three years is enough to trust each other."
"I'm on my periods," I say.
"So?"
"So we can't," I turn to face him with shock on my face.
"I don't mind. In fact I read somewhere that *** during menstruation helps with the pains," he says.
"You're losing your mind right now. Even so, I'm wearing a tampon."
"Then wear a pad. Or do you want me to go get *** elsewhere?"
"You're disgusting I'm not doing this with you," I attempt to get off bed but he pulls me back.
"I don't want to force myself on you," his grip is tight and his eyes are red. He won't let this go so I give in. My second day of menstruation is always heavy but he just won't get it.
"Come on top so we don't stain the sheets," he lies on his back. What's the use of having *** if it's not for enjoyment? I can hardly feel a thing move in me and I'm just cold. He pulls the string of my tampon and roughly penetrates me.
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