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miranda: beyond the streetsa month later
miranda's pov
i am pacing up and down , fighting my tears back . baby abongile is sleeping peacefully in her nursery room .
i was looking for something , but i saw what i wasn't supposed to see . does this mean he's ... i swallowed hard as I couldn't hold back my tears so they just streamed down .
he's a human trafficker ? like ... it can't be .
I am holding a file that has all proof of his dirty doings , trafficking young women , selling them to nigerians some to russians to work as *** slaves some work as prostitutes , what the **** nkanyezi ?
I am only waiting for him to enter the room . I want to see his face and other lies he will tell me when I confront him .
I thought I knew him , but clearly he's something I don't know .
I heard footsteps . I wiped my tears and turned to look at the door entrance . there he is , the way he looks ? he is so perfect that you wouldn't think he's a human trafficker , men will be the death of us .
he raised his left eyebrow .
him:hey ... you're good ?
he asked shifting his eyes to the file i am holding .
me: nkanyezi ?
him: there's no privacy in this house anymore ?
he asked as he took off his blazer and threw it on the couch , he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off , he's only left with his white vest , black tuxedo pants and black and white nike dunks.
he walked to the bar then took a bottle of whiskey , he poured a glass and gulped it in one go .
he doesn't seem like someone who cares , there's no privacy njani ? so I am the wrong person here ?
me: you're a human trafficker ?
I asked as tears rolled down . he cleared his throat and poured himself another glass of whiskey .
him:I was going to tell you everything when the time was right , but since you decided to be forward , you found everything at a very wrong time .
me:So you traffic young girls , sell them to nigerians and Russians ? why ? I THOUGHT YOU HATE PROSTITUTES ... KANTI ?
him: there's no need to shout .
me:NJANI ? NJANI WHEN YOU RUIN YOUNG GIRLS FUTURE BY SELLING THEM IN ORDER FOR YOUR OWN BENEFIT ? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF ABONGILE WAS HUMAN TRAFFICKED AND SOLD AS A PROSTITUTE ? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL NKANYEZI , YOU HAVE A GIRL CHILD !
I shouted as I took the bottle of whiskey and threw it on the floor , it broke and the whiskey spilled .
him:**** MIRANDA THAT BOTTLE COST MILLIONS !
me:IS THAT WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT ? WHAT ABOUT THE FUTURE OF THOSE GIRLS YOU SELL ? UNJANI KANTI WENA ?
I asked as I shook my head and more tears fell . he swallowed and sighed .
me:ALL THIS FOR YOUR OWN BENEFIT ? (chuckles) YOU'RE SO CRUEL .
him:you won't be here judging me when you eat the money of my dirty work , and you were once a prostitute so ?
okay ? that hit home .
me:I was once a prostitute yes , but ... I didn't to survive nkanyezi , this is different ! and it was my own decision no one sold me to be a prostitute , why are you so heartless ? take your money , I don't need it , and I am taking my baby ...
him:Nge sperm saka bani ?
me: ungazo ngijwaela kabi .
I clicked my tongue and jogged upstairs to our bedroom .
Everything was going perfectly fine . I started packing my clothes . He entered the room .
him: you're not going anywhere miranda , we are going to sit here and talk things out .
I ignored him and continued packing .
he roughly grabbed my hand , I yanked it and slapped him so hard .
he chuckled as he held his cheek .
him: it's your second time slapping me .
me:and I am trying to knock some sense into your big head , alisebenzi lelo khandakhulu .
I clicked my tongue and took some other other clothes from the closet and shoved them in the bag .
I was now zipping my bad when he grabbed me and pinned me on the wall .
me: NKANYEZI LEAVE ME ALONE !
him:so you can end things ? i love you miranda , I FUCKEN LOVE YOU OKAY ? AND YOU WON'T LEAVE ME JUST BECAUSE I AM A HUMAN TRAFFICKER !
I pushed him , but he's too strong .
me: SEEMS LIKE YOU'RE FORGETTING THAT YOU MADE ME YOUR FOOL ! YOU MADE ME YOUR FOOL NKANYEZI .
him:what are you talking about .
he asked as he held my hands up my head . He held them so tight that they ended up hurting and my tears streamed down .
me:YOU MADE YOURSELF A HERO ! A WHOLE FUCKEN FAKE HERO !
A slap landed on my face . I screamed , and he let me go . he rubbed his head in frustration and covered his ears .
I quickly grabbed the bag and rushed to abo's nursery . i packed her clothes so fast , I didn't take all of them .
I took the bags to the car and came back to take abo .
nkanyezi came downstairs , his eyes are blood shot red .
him:miranda I'm sorry ... please don't do this .
regret is written all over his face but do I care ? no I don't fucken care . I grabbed my iPhone and ran outside to my car putting abo in her car seat and I went to the driver's side then drove off .
my tears were flowing down, blurring my version .
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