I've been driving for about an hour now and I jus- I stopped the car and broke down. I killed someone. Not just someone actually, my lovers' father.
"Hey hey hey. Let me drive," he said and I jumped to the backseat for him to go to the drivers seat and then I went to the passenger.
"I'm sorry for doing that to you," he said. "No. Don't be," I whispered. I need to get over this as in yesterday.
"The first time I pulled a trigger was at the age of 13. We were hunting with Puse's dad and it was all fun and games until someone tried to kidnap Keitu. I was the only person who had a gun so I pointed it at him and shot," he said and sighed.
"I never thought I'd recover. But gradually, I did. And I killed again at 16, 18, 19 and 20. I never told you about this because I was scared of you being scared of me and hating me," he said.
I looked up to him to meet watery eyes and the boy I love about to break down. "Stop at the garage. We need a smoke break," I said to him. "And I need to call Mpumi," he said.
He drove into the petrol station and we went inside to buy a packet of cigarettes and a few snacks.
We sat on a bench outside and lit two cigarettes up. "I think we should stay here for the night," he suggested. "You're tired, aren't you?" I ask him and he nods. "I'll drive. Don't worry," I say.
"Okay then, baby," he said and pulled his phone out. He excused himself to talk to his sister and I took my phone out.
I had multiple texts from everyone back at the house but I only opened Mpumi's text.
Mpumi: Hey. You two okay?
Me: We're fine, love. And you? Are you okay?
Mpumi: Don't worry about me.
Me: How can I not?
Mpumi: Tell Jabu that you wanna go home. I'm tired of talking to him.
Me: Okay. See you in about an hour or two.
"Jabu, come on. Let's go," I yell and he walks to me. Yeah, I'm actually really tired so we need to get home quickly.
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We got home to Mpumi and Lea sleeping on the couch supposedly waiting for us. "Yeah, I think we should go to bed," I whispered and he nodded.
"Are you okay?" he asked me as soon as we got into the bedroom. "Don't worry about me," I said.
I could feel his concern radiating in the room and his eyes piercing into my soul
"Fuck me," I whispered with eye contact. A smirk grew on his face and he walked towards me.
He kissed me with hunger, slightly turning me on. He knew just how to touch me and where to touch me. Being with Jabu was honestly just so easy and honestly speaking, I fucking love this boy.
He pulled me closer and turned me around. I held onto the wall as he took his pants off leaving kisses on my shoulders.
He entered me slowly and a moan left my mouth. He pulled my hair and choked me, fucking me deeper and deeper with every stroke.
Hie penetrations bought me close to my orgasm and I felt my body tense up. We climaxed with moans filling the room.
"I love you," he whispered. "I love you," I whispered back. We walked to the bed and climbed into the sheets cuddling.
I still can't believe that I'm a murderer.
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No, this isn't another dream chapter.
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