DEADLY OBSESSION - Deadly obsession ,Chapter 2

Deadly obsession ,Chapter 2

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ZIBUSISO

It had been a week since I had taken in the two girls. Zamo and I had been getting along really well. She was such a sweet, easy-going child. Her sister, on the other hand, was a different story. She was stubborn, rude, and seemed to want to be alone most of the time. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but she was making it difficult for me to reach out to her. I didn't want to push her, but I was worried about her.

I wondered what had happened to them before they came to stay with me. I had a feeling that there was more that what their father did.

My friends just arrived ,we chilled over our beers watching soccer .Zamo has fallen asleep on my lap.

Mongezi:"Looks like you've really bonded with this little one," Mongezi says, a smile on his face. I nodded, unable to hide my own smile.

Me:"She's such a pure soul," I said, looking down at Zamo sleeping peacefully on my lap.

Andile chimed in,

Andile:"Who would have thought the mighty Zibusiso would fall in love with kids?" The three of us laughed, and I felt my heart fill with warmth. It was true, I had never been particularly fond of children though there are kids at home. But Zamo was different. She was special, and I had a soft spot for her.

We hung out until it was time for them to leave, I said, glancing back at Zamo, who was still sleeping soundly on the couch. I gently placed a blanket over her and then walked my friends to the door.

Mongezi:"Is the sister still giving you problems?" Mongezi asked, and I sighed.

Me:"Yeah, she's not making it easy for me," I said, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know what's wrong with her."

Andile chimed in,

Andile:"Have You talked to her about going to school"

Me:"I think I'll talk to her about that when we leave. I mean, we can't just stay here forever. She can't just be here doing nothing, she's still young. She should go to school and make something of herself," I said, feeling frustrated.

The three of us stood there for a few minutes, discussing the girl's future. We finally said our goodbyes and they got into their cars and drove off. I walked back to the house, my mind still racing.

I found Zamo's sister in the kitchen, busy making something. I was struck by the realization that, after a week of living together, I still didn't know her name. It seemed ridiculous that we had been living under the same roof for so long and yet I knew nothing about her.

Me:"Hi," I said, not sure what else to say. She looked up at me, her expression unreadable.

Her:"Hello," she said, her voice flat. I stood there, unsure of what to do or say. I had a million questions, but I didn't know where to start. The silence was getting awkward, so I decided to just jump in.

Me:"What's your name?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

She glanced up at me, and I could see her weighing her options. Finally, she spoke.

Her:"Why do you want to know my name now?" she asked, her voice full of suspicion. I sighed, realizing that I had probably made a mistake by not asking sooner.

Me:"Because I just realized that I don't even know your name," I said, feeling embarrassed,No woman has ever made me feel embarrassed . She just looked at me, not saying anything. I felt my cheeks turning red, and I decided to just leave it at that."I'm Zibusiso, by the way," I said, as I turned to leave.

Just as I was about to walk away, I heard her voice again.

Her:"I'm Sukoluhle Nxumalo," she said, her voice soft. I turned back around, surprised. I hadn't expected her to share her name.

Me:"That's a beautiful name," I said, a genuine smile forming on my face. "It means 'beauty'. It suits you." She smiled back, and for a moment, I felt like we might be able to break through the barrier that had been between us.

Then, she went back to her cooking, and the moment was gone.

I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. I wanted to say more, to try to connect with her. But I didn't know what to say. So I just turned and walked down the hall to my room.

As I closed the door to my room, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a mistake in not trying harder to connect with this girl. I think she had been through a lot, and I want to help her. But I am not sure how to do that. I felt a sense of frustration .

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SUKOLUHLE

I was done preparing dinner, I realized that Zamo need a bath. So, I went to her room and gently woke her up. She grumbled a bit, but she allowed me to take her to the bathroom. I helped her undress and get into the bath, and I washed her hair and her body. After the bath, I helped her put on her pajamas and brushed her hair. Then, I left her to go take a shower myself.

Once I was finished, I changed into my own pajamas and went to sit in the living room.

I went into the kitchen and dished up the food for me, Zamo, and Zibusiso. Then, I headed down the hall to his room and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and Zibusiso stood there, wearing only a towel around his waist.

Me:"Hi... uhm... your food is ready," I said, feeling a bit nervous.I felt my cheeks flush, and I averted my eyes. He cleared his throat, and I felt even more embarrassed.

Zibusiso :"I'm coming," he said. I nodded and walked back to the kitchen table, feeling relieved that the awkward moment was over. After a few minutes, he walked in with Zamo, and they took their seats at the table. We ate in silence for a while, and then I finally spoke up.

Zibusiso:"So, how was your day?" he asked,

Me:"It was fine,I guess" i said, .

"And yours?" I asked, looking at him.

Zibusiso:"It was good, I guess," he said his tone neutral,

The silence hung heavy in the air, After we finished eating, I cleared the table and took the dishes to the kitchen. I washed them and dried them, and then I back . As I was walking to the passage, Zibusiso called out to me.

Zibusiso:"Can we talk for a while?" he asked, his voice hesitant. I stopped and turned to face him.

Me:"Of course," I said, trying to sound confident. He motioned for me to sit down, and I did so, taking a seat across from him. He gave Zamo his phone to play with, and she went to seat on the couch.

Zibusiso :"Well, Suku," he said, his voice serious. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

Me:"I'm all ears," I said, wondering what he wanted to talk about. I hoped it wasn't anything too serious.

Zibusiso :"I wanted to ask you about school," he said. "Do you want to go back to school?" I nodded.

Me:"I do, but how will I go back? All of my stuff are at home." I explained. He looked thoughtful for a moment.

Zibusiso :"You don't have to worry about all that," he said. "I just wanted to know if you are interested in going back to school."He asks,

"What grade were you in?"

Me:"I'm doing grade 12" I responded, and he gave a nod of understanding.

"Can I go to sleep now?" I asked, feeling my eyelids getting heavy. He looked at me as if he wanted to say something, but instead he simply said,

Zibusiso :"Sure, you can go to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow, so make sure you get a good night's rest."

I nodded and headed off to bed.

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I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, but all I could see was his face. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and all the questions that were swirling around in my head. Why had my mother left us with him? Why hadn't she come back, like she had promised? Why had God chosen him to be our father? All of these thoughts kept me awake, and I felt more frustrated by the minute.

As I tossed and turned in bed, I thought about the day he first started acting inappropriately towards me. I had been 16 years old, and I had felt so trapped and alone.

I thought about reporting him to the police, but I knew that even if I did, they might not take me seriously. After all, these days the police don't always do their jobs properly. I felt so alone and so trapped.

The next day, he came home and punished me in the worst way possible. It wasn't just physical punishment, he took something from me that I could never get back. He forced himself on me, and I felt so ashamed and so violated. I felt like a part of me had died that day, and I didn't know how to move on.

For the next three years, he continued to abuse me, taking advantage of my vulnerability and my fear. I felt like a prisoner in my own home, and I didn't know how to escape. I felt so helpless and so trapped. I stopped feeling like his daughter and started feeling like his wife. It was the most degrading and humiliating experience of my life. I felt broken and lost, with no hope for a future.

I thought about running away, but I had nowhere to go. I felt like I was stuck in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. My life had become a living hell.

I felt like I had to be strong and do whatever he said, because he had threatened to hurt my little sister if I didn't. I couldn't bear the thought of her going through what I had gone through. I became numb, and I did whatever he asked, just to keep her safe. But then I found out that he had already abused her, and that broke me even more. I felt like I had failed to protect her, and I felt so ashamed.

I lay there, thinking about all the things I had been through, until the tears finally came. I cried until I was exhausted, and then I finally drifted off to sleep. But even in my dreams, I couldn't escape the memories of what had happened to me. I woke up the next morning feeling numb and empty. I had to face another day, but I didn't know how I was going to make it through. I feel so broken and lost, and I didn't know where to turn.

The next few days passed in a blur, and I went through the motions of my life without really being present.

to be continued…