I stupidly fell for a serial killer

CHAPTER 36

It has been 3 days since Doctor Arendse has been coming here. We go through the same thing every day. I just look at her and don’t say anything. She gives up and ends up leaving. I just hope she will give up for real because she is a nuisance. I guess I spoke too soon because when her usual hour strikes, she walks through the door. Today she brought company.

Doctor: “good day Miss Shabangu. Today I brought some reinforcement seeing that I am not getting through to you. She is my childhood friend and her name is Ntokozo Mbatha. Hope she gets through to you. Good luck Ntokozo.” She heads out. This Ntokozo chick takes out a bible. Wow a pastor, just great.

Ntokozo: “I am not going to preach or anything. I just want to pass on this word of God quickly then after that we are going to pray.” She pages the bible and finally stops. “Psalm 57 verse one reads thus: When he fled from Saul into the cave, have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me, for in you my soul takes refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.” She closes her bible. “Relax I am not going to preach.” She then starts singing.

“I know a place I can always run to
In times of distress, confusion and dear
And when my enemies surround me
Father I know with you I am safe
Coz you keep me and hide me
In the shadow of your wings.

The Lord is my shield
He is the Healer of my soul
He’s the tower of strength
He’s my redeemer my keeper
And when my heart is filled with sorrow
He is the lifter of my head
He surrounds me with favor
And he satisfies my soul

In the shadow of your wings
I know I am safe
In the shadow of your wings
I find relief
For you will hold and you will guide me
With your righteous hand
I find rest peace of mind
In the shadow of your wings

I am safe in the shadow of your wings
I am safe in the shadow of your wings.”

By the time she is done I release loud sobs. She has an angelic voice that evokes buried emotions. She hugs me tight and then she breaks the hug. She then holds my hands and start praying hard. I find myself also praying with her. I pray for recovery, I pray that the demon of depression doesn’t conquer me, I pray that the Lord hides me in the shadow of his wings. I pray for emotional and physical healing. We finally finish praying and we open our eyes. She hugs me once again.

Ntokozo: “you are stronger than any situation you have ever faced and the Lord will heal you and guide because you have made Him your healer.” I smile.
Me: “thank you.”

Ntokozo: “no thank Him because He is the one who deserves all the glory and honor. With the grace of God you are going to be okay and you are going to come out of this situation stronger than ever before.” We hug once more and she heads out.
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I am not healed completely but I am getting there. I have made God my pillar of strength. I even made progress with Doctor Arendse. I was discharged from the hospital a few days ago and I am staying with my parents. Nana and papa are also here. I am no longer a mute. I communicate with people.

Zee and Wandile came to see me the day before yesterday. Zee is a very emotional person, so she cried and I ended up being the one to comfort her. Senzile, Nkonzo’s sister also came to see me yesterday. She was so happy to see me well because, according to the press, I was a cripple.

I will never forgive Mnqobi. Because of him I will never be able to have kids. The wound in my abdomen damaged my womb. He has left me with permanent scars. Kheswa told his family what he did and gave them his body. They were very sad about his passing but his sisters hate him. We have been in contact and they even want to visit me but I told them that they can visit me when I am back in Durban.

I am sitting at the patio reading Tell Me To Stop by Charlotte Byrd. I am not ready to get back to work. I was even thinking of quitting but I didn’t wanna give Mnqobi the satisfaction. While reading, I am disturbed by someone who sits next to me. I look up and smile when I see Kheswa. I will forever be indebted to this here. If it wasn’t for him, I would be dead and buried right now.

Kheswa: “how are you feeling?”
Me: “getting there.”
Kheswa: “that’s good to know. I bought you something.”
Me: “what is it?” he places a batch of books on the table.

Kheswa: “I figured since you have more time on your plate, you might need books to keep you entertained.”
Me: “you’re a godsend.” I hug him. “Thank you.”
Kheswa: “you are welcome.”

Me: “where is your friend?”
Kheswa: “which friend?”
Me: “you’re smarter than that so don’t play dumb. And how do you know him?” he chuckles.

Kheswa: “he is my childhood friend and I was there for him when he was depressed. Now I don’t know where he went and I am serious. That time when we rescued you, he just came to visit and I hijacked him.”
Me: “I wanna thank him too. Where can I find him?”
Kheswa: “he is the one who finds you.” I roll my eyes and he laughs.
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