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Chapter Twenty Four.

Chapter Twenty Four.

"The faker you are the bigger your circle will be."

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I breathe out, wiping the tear that tickled the bridge of my nose along with the one that nearly falls onto my pillow. I shut my eyes but just can't bring myself to immediate sleep. I sit up. I have to stop crying. I can't be doing this to myself again. I thought I was fine.

"Father...God..." I choke, getting out of bed and onto my knees. I clasp my hands together and just let it out. Everything. I couldn't believe this is how things were going and at this pace. Back at the conversations we had earlier today, I thought I was fine with how this was going to end up like.

But...was I?

Was I okay with how Khaya felt with me leaving them for a mere man?

Was I okay with me not being around them 24/7 and not hearing them quarrel?

"Father lead me into the right direction. Show me that what I'm doing and the decisions I'm taking are the right ones. Show me..." I swallow, my hands shaking. "...show me the way forward..." I hear the front door opening and shutting.

Who was that?

"Show me any fraudulent people in my life father. I ask you to let me know if my siblings will be safe on their own. If they'll be able to do this without m-..."

What was that?

I get up from my knees and grab a high heel of mine, ready for some sort of protection. What the hell are those mannequins doing if a thief can easily come here to the house and break in without them noticing?

I'm silent as I tip toe to the lounge where the noise was coming from. Whoever it is better leave before I do my worst. "Yey!" I throw the shoe aiming at the man in a suit that was now on our couch before hearing him yelp.

"Ouch!" He holds the back of his head, propping himself up and looks directly at me.

Who is this man?
"Baby...yini? Are you okay?" That's Zonke.

Hawu!

I switch on the light as the man stood up. Oh my goodness he's bleeding. Did I hit him that hard. "Baby...Daddy?"
"Les'sfebe singishaye ngento enhloko. (This hoe hit me with something on the head.)" He groans in pain.
"What?" She immediately shoots me a look that sends uncomfortable shivers down my spine. "What did you hit my man with wena?"

"I...I-" I can't even answer. There's so much blood.
"Gimba bring the kit slima! (Idiot)" she hissed. "Now!"
I snap out of it and go get it from on top of the fridge, handing it to her as soon as it got into my hands.

"What am I going to tell my wife?" He groaned as Zonke started working on the bleeding area.
"I thought I told you I don't want you talking about you wife when you're with me." Zonke says to the man.
"What do you expect me to think when I have an injury on my head because of that idiot of a woman right there."
"That idiot knows nothing...just ignore her Daddy. You'll just say you bumped your head hard on the doorframe at work or something. She's stupid in any case so she'll believe you."
"You think so?"
"Hawu Daddy, I do. You're Mr Big bucks. My Mr Big Bucks and I know you can convince anyone." Zonke says. "I'll teach this one a lesson."