BURN for Better or Worse (COMPLETED)

Chapter 77

RANDALL…

Sgwili is not around, he seems to have escaped with Sandra’s tongue. The woman can’t speak, she stands frozen, goggle eyed and in disbelief that her son has found her hiding place. Rigid in the doorway, Randall awaits an answer from his trembling mother.
He can’t imagine that she is still the same person she was years ago. The woman who let Raven have his way with Amara, self-blame licks his heart. If he hadn’t allowed her back into their lives this wouldn’t be happening, he wouldn’t have found out his life has always been a lie.
“W… Why are you here?” Sandra can only serve a question, her heart has fallen into various beats, leaving her shaken and terrified to her intellects.
“You didn’t think I would sit back and do nothing about this, did you?” That is exactly what she thought, hence the plan to kill his wife. His gaze chases the woman on the bed, his biological mother… the one who gave him life.

The first thing he notices is her burnt skin, her charred legs and arms. She could pass off as a corpse, or rather a pig left in the grill half-cooked. His mind wonders how Barbra is still alive considering the 3rd degree burns. She is nowhere close to death’s door.

“What is going on here?” Randall has never believed in the supernatural, although Liyana’s gift seems to be changing his mind, it is not definite yet. If you would tell him that his mother, Barbra is a witch and was struck by lightning, he would call you bluff and if he were a laugher, laugh in your face.
Thick spittle glides down Sandra’s throat as she contemplates a response, her eyes move to her sister who is just as nervous. How do they explain this?
“She… She burnt herself with water.” Quick thinking Sandra, Randall glowers at the two women and shrugs his shoulders, depicting how much he doesn’t care about Barbra.
“Fate can be a bitch, hey? To think I was going to burn this little house down with the two of you in it.” Sandra’s eyes widen at her son’s declaration, he wouldn’t hurt her like that, would he? Barbra knows she will never survive a fire, not even Sgwili would be able to save her. 
“Son…” Barbra’s attempt to intervene is interjected by Randall’s raised hand.
“Don’t call me that, I do not know you.”

Randall finds this conversation impractical, hence the need to check the time on his wrist watch. A sneer takes form on his facial features, he turns to the door and motions for his acquaintance to stroll into the little house, Nkosi strides in with a box and a diabolical look on his face. The ladies are oblivious to the contents of the box, they exchange glances. Neither knows what the other is thinking.
“Baby…” Sandra’s voice trembles, she is aware what her son is capable of. He did kill his brother once upon a time, all for the love he keeps in his heart. “Wh… What are you doing?”

Sandra questions the secrets of her son's mind, the man is merrily whistling to a song that appears to give him joy. Randall’s head slants to the side, a smug look taking full control of his features.
“Relax mother, I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

“W… what surprise?” That’s Barbra, dammit she doesn’t want to die. Her dream of being queen of the underworld will be shuttered.
Randall pulls a chair from the corner of the room, he slides it toward Sandra and commands that she sits. The authority in the tone of his voice has her obeying the command, Barbra does not see a happy ending to this.
Her life is flashing before eyes and calling upon Sgwili is the only thing she can do, but they won't be able to take on an Okolie. Those people are highly protected.
Makhafula has turned on her. She has no knowledge of his whereabouts. Is he dead? Did the Okolie ancestors deal with him? That would be a gain for her, she can finally sit on that throne she has been craving for.

“I’m not God, but I have decided that your time is up.” Randall has pliers in his hand, Lord knows what he plans to do with those. Sandra jiggles with fear of the unfamiliar.
“W… What are you going to do with those?” Randall grimaces, a menacing glare upon his face.
“I had different motives when I came here, but after hearing how you two are planning on having my heart ripped out of my chest, it would be so unfair to let you live.” History can’t repeat itself, Randall cannot kill his mother like he did his brother and all for Amara’s sake. Fearful and shaking like a leaf on a windy day, Sandra screams. She would rise from the chair, but paralysis from fear has her unyielding.
“Shhh!!!” A finger on his lip, Randall orders his mother not to make a sound. He leans in, his hands placed on the arm of the chair. “You see mother, I have this pent up anger I need to release and torturing you is the only thing that will make me feel better, I don’t know about your sister over here.” 
His eyes dart to Barbra, her face is unmoved. However her heart is ready to escape her chest.