BURN for Better or Worse (COMPLETED)

Chapter 33

BULELWA

“I told you, I’m busy, I can’t just leave because you want to see me. I have a life too, you know?” The smoky voice arouses me from a deep slumber, I can’t recall falling asleep but I hark back to Zizwe cuddling me to sleep after asking him to say. The new dramatic Bulelwa wouldn’t stop crying, my father has everything to do with it. I was like a child yearning for his fatherly love and Zizwe was there, it wasn’t the same as being in my father’s arms, but he made me feel safe.
I can still smell him all over me, the scent sends shivers all through my body.
The people I have ever depended on in my life are my family, all this is new to me. The deep pull between Zizwe and me is scary, what will I do with all these feelings constraining me?

I sit up from the bed with the urgent need to pee, the guy is in the bathroom. He’ll think I’m eavesdropping…I wouldn’t dare. Nonetheless, it won’t be such a bad idea if I move closer.
“You have a life too, you don’t see me pulling you away from your family.” He sounds angry. Who is he talking? There is a prolonged silence, I can hear his breathing though.
“Yes ma’am…” His voice grumbles, unpleasant. “I’ll see you later, bye.”
I fly back to the bed as I hear his footfall, he flashes a smirk when our eyes meet.

“I told you to do something about that snoring.” Bastard.
“I don’t snore.” I articulate, shifting on the bed to make space for him. His scent hits me first, could this be my obsession? I could bathe in his scent the whole day.
“Please, I kept poking you to get you to stop and that only drove you to snore louder and you drooled on me again.” He’s mocking me, I want to protest, but his fingers are trailing my cheek bones. It’s a soft touch, barely there. I’m burning up, trembling. He sees the quaver on my lips and his fingers find them. His eyes adore them, they are smiling, hungry and probing. For what exactly?

“Buttercup,” a lengthy murmur, winded. I will have a seizure if he continues like this, I want to touch him, but I don’t trust myself. I’ll end up throwing myself at him… Everything I stand against. “Your skin is like velvet.” He exhales leaning in, my breath halts. The world fades away, I can’t think straight.
“I… I...” my voice is caught in my throat. I’m visibly trembling. “I have brown bread…” Jesus… What just came out of my mouth? A coy look forms on his face before his lips brush against mine.

“Boo-boo.” Lord take me now, what is he doing here? Zizwe recognises the racy voice, his eyebrow arches higher than usual, square jaw tensed visibly. His eyes accept a definite anger, a gasp leaves me, yearning as he releases his warm hand from my face.
“Where are you going?” My voice is not usually wobbly, he’s scaring me. His feet stop at the door, he doesn’t turn to me. I don’t see a need for his clenched fists.
Jacob will not forgive this one, he will make sure that Zizwe is locked up with no possibility of parole. I know how his sick mind works.
“What is he doing here?” Zizwe mutters furiously under his breath. What’s it to him if Jacob is here? It’s not like we are a thing.
“You’re not going to go out there Zizwe.” I’m standing behind him, wanting him to turn and face me. My wish will not be granted. “I’ll take care of him, please stay here.”
“What? Are you going to shove me under the bed?” Eventually he turns with this fired question. How did he know I specialise in hiding men under the bed? It takes a minute for me to answer, a wasted time really because Zizwe snorts and storms out the door to find the man calling out to me as if we’re lovers. Dammit, Jacob has a key to my house. I forgot to take it that day, the man is sick.

My feet aren’t as fast as Zizwe’s, I’m behind him though, desperately moving. Beastie is in my kitchen, his head dipped in my fridge. Hearing our footfalls, he appears. The smile on his face dissolves, he’s glaring at Zizwe who is ready for war.
“What is he doing here?” That’s exactly what Hulk asked me. “Shouldn’t you be in jail?” Jacob has a big mouth. Zizwe’s arrogance doesn’t allow him to reply to Jacob’s question, his eyes have stabbed the ginger man to death a million times.