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SEVEN.
**PULANE**
His facial expression changed and I didn't know what to make of it. His forehead quickly became sweaty and he got off the chair and started kicking everything that was next to him. I was so scared because I've never seen him in that state and I didn't know what I did wrong. I covered my ears with my hands so I couldn't hear the sounds of colliding desks and chairs.
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BK: "Can you describe the bastard?"
Me: "He's tall and bald. Has a huge visible scar on his arm and...
BK: "That's my father"
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My jaw dropped. At first I thought I heard wrong but he repeated the statement. My whole body was shaking and I wasn't sure what Bokang would do. I couldn't be sure of which side he'll pick or how he'd look at me after this.
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BK: "I've been looking for a reason to put a bullet in his head"
Me: "No no no, Bokang. No killing please"
BK: "You don't know half of the things he's done to other women, including my mother"
Me: "At least tell him to leave me alone"
BK: "You're wrong if you think John is the type to negotiate. I'm going to put an end to this once and for all"
Me: "Please don't do anything dangerous"
BK: "Grab your backpack let's go"
Me: "Where are we going?"
BK: "To confront the bastard"
Me: "What if he hurts you?"
BK: "John is nothing but a toothless dog. He targets women because they're defenceless"
Me: "What will I say to him?"
BK: "You don't have to say anything"
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We got into his car and he took me home to change my school uniform. He asked me not to tell koko anything and I did exactly that. We then drove to his house in Pretoria East and I wasn't sure what his plan was. We got there and found a woman who was supposedly his mother because they looked alike a bit.
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Her: "Hawu Bokang you didn't tell me you're bringing over a guest I would have prepared something for her"
BK: "Food can wait Ma I need you to text that dog you call your husband to come here"
Her: "What's going on?"
BK: "He's been harrassing Pulane for a very long time and today I'm going to end it"
Her: "Pulane?"
BK: "This is Pulane. The girl your husband has been talking about all along"
Her: "The one he wanted to marry?"
BK: "Can you imagine, Ma?"
Her: "Oh my goodness she's shaking. It's okay sweetheart you're safe here"
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She took my hand and showed me to the lounge. My mind was all over the place and I was so scared. Bokang was angry and I didn't like how his anger controlled him. He went upstairs for a few minutes and came back with a gun
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Her: "Bokang no please this is not the way to go about it"
BK: "He's going to hurt another woman after this and I'll not allow it"
Her: "Calm down papa. Put the gun down and think this through"
BK: "Did you text him?"
Her: "Not yet"
BK: "Text him now I know he'll come running"
Her: "I'll only text if you put the guy away"
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He put it on the table and his mom pushed it away. They had to give me a blanket because I was suddenly cold and my head was pounding. After about an hour I heard a knock on the door and I knew it was him. Bokang's mom went to get the door and I could hear their voices from the lounge
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John: "I knew you'd come around sweetheart. Go get your bags so we can go"
Her: "We need to talk"
John: "We can talk in the car honey"
BK: "Get in"
John: "What the hell is this? I'm a very busy man and time is money"
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I heard the kitchen door shut and footsteps approaching the lounge. Our eyes met and he got the shock of his life
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John: "Pulane what are you doing here?"
BK: "Sit down, John"
John: "I'm not talking to you"
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Bokang pulled out another gun from under his T-shirt and that made John tremble. He sat down with his eyes wide open and I could see fear in his eyes. He was a coward after all
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BK: "Every dog has its day, John. Today is your lucky day"
John: "Pulane how do you know these people?"
BK: "She's 17, John and you're 54. How could you be so heartless?"
John: "She liked every minute of it"
BK: "You're a pervert and I hate perverts"
John: "Tell them, Pulane. Tell them that you enjoyed it when daddy brushed your tities"
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BK slapped him so hard that my blood ran cold. He laughed, mocking BK
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Her: "That's enough, John. Leave the poor kid alone"
John: "She and her grandmother used a lot of my money. I can't just let her go"
BK: "That will depend on whether you leave here alive or in a body bag"
John: "She's a bitch anyway. You think I don't know you tried to call the cops on me?"
BK: "Yeah we all know the cops are on your payroll but I'm not"
John: "Why are you fighting for this bitch? Blood is thicker than water, son"
BK: "I want you to apologize to her for everything"
John: "Like hell I will. You're going to regret this little Pulane"
BK: "Pulane come closer"
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I hesitated before standing up from the couch and taking the blanket off me. I moved closer to John and he was laughing at me like I was some cheap slut from the street
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BK: "I want you to hit him where it hurts the most"
Me: "I..I can't"
BK: "John is a coward he won't do anything. He won't even fight back as long as I'm here with you"
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His bottom lip was already bruised from Bokang's backhand slap. I slapped him the first time and he laughed harder. BK held both his arms and I started hitting him harder with my small fists until they were burning. His laugh was getting less effective with every punch and suddenly went quiet. My hands were covered in his blood and I quickly stepped away when I noticed he had fainted. BK let him go and his mom placed her finger on John's neck to feel the pulse.
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Her: "He's still alive. We need to call an ambulance"
BK: "We won't be doing that, Ma"
Her: "He could die. Pulane do something"
BK: "He's better off dead"
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She ran to the kitchen and came back with a jug of water that ended up all over John's face. He woke up and a part of me was relieved that I didn't kill him but he was still weak. I didn't want to be part of it anymore so BK insisted that I sleep in the guest bedroom while he dealt with his father. I didn't know what he meant but I think they all left because the house became dead silent and I drifted into sleep
I woke up the next day before my alarm even went off and I needed to go back home to get my school uniform. I knocked on Bokang's bedroom door and he told me to come in. His room was spacious and neat, the only thing out of place were the blankets since he had been sleeping.
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BK: "Hey, I hope you slept well"
Me: "What happened to him?"
BK: "He won't be a problem anymore"
Me: "Is he dead?"
BK: "Go take a shower I'll drive you home"
Me: "At least tell me if he's dead or alive"
BK: "He's alive but he won't be a problem anymore"
Me: "What did you do to him?"
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He showed me his knuckles and they were bruised
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Me: "Oh no do you need me to disinfect you?"
BK: "You should see his face"
Me: "At least he's not dead"
BK: "I was tempted to pull the trigger but my mother begged me"
Me: "So where did you take him last night?"
BK: "After I dealt with him like a man I ordered him to drive and not look back"
Me: "Thank you for saving my life"
BK: "I'd do it again if I have to"
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He got out off bed and his manhood pushed forward under his boxers and I was even embarrassed to look at it. It was only then when I noticed he had a tattoo on his chest and a small one on his shoulder. He slipped into his slippers and walked out of the bedroom. I admired his physique and I felt so stupid staring at him as he walked ahead of me.
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BK: "You can use the bathroom I'll go make you some breakfast"
Me: "Thank you for everything"
BK: "I did the right thing"
Me: "Let me quickly bath"
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I took a quick shower and got dressed then I had breakfast while he showered. After that he drove me to my place and he waited outside while I went in to change. The kitchen door was slightly open and I was surprised because my grandmother didn't like going outside before 7. I pushed it open and called her out but there was no reply. I thought that maybe she was still asleep so I changed into my school uniform then I decided to go check her in her bedroom. I knocked twice to no reply so I let myself in and my heart dropped. My knees weakened forcing me to drop to the floor and my joints became numb. I couldn't even find my voice to scream when I saw my grandmother lying on her bed in a pool of blood with her throat slit.
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