Lisa's confessions

Chapter 3

I slowly blink my eyes open taking my time to familiarize my surroundings. It hits me that I fell after I recalled an incident. I look besides me and Selena is sleeping peacefully. I wonder how long I passed out. I sit up straight carefully not to wake her up.

As I stretch my body I tense up a bit, as I feel some pain on my breastbone. I raise my pyjama top and notice a scar. It's small but very much visible. I pull my pyjama top down and just try to register what the hell happened down there. I release a huge sigh.

Selena wakes up and springs up like kangaroo. Touching me all over like she's searching for something.

"OMG are you okay?" She asks looking concerned.

"I'm fine, just feeling a bit sore."

"You scared me hey. What happened down there?"

"I....don't know. I just..then...I don't know. How did I get here?" I ask holding head.

"My dad carried you here and I just cleaned your wound. He tried calling your mom but voicemail."

I chuckle. "Trust me when I say she's having the time of her life in my absence."

We slipped into comfortable silence. I lay my head on Selena's shoulder. The only thing that is running through my mind is the name 'Chris'. Who is he? Should I ask my mom about it? I should probably ignore it.

The Sun is shining brightly through the red curtains. Shedding some red light into the room. Shining at all points like a constellation. Gazing upon the curtains, In deep thoughts. "Ngiyakuzonda Chris!", "Let's see ukuthi uzophila kanjani ngaphandle kwami!" These words keep ringing in my head.

Who in their right mind would chase a pregnant woman out like that. If that child beside my mom is me, then who was in her womb? So many question marks. I don't want to dwell much on that so I break the silence.

"Ngilambile." I say still staring at the curtains.

"You are always hungry. It's this weed that you love so much."

I roll my eyes as I know she's about to give me a lecture whilst she also smokes weed. But she's not a hardcore stoner, she smokes once in a blue moon.

"Lalalalalalalala!" I exclaim getting up to go and take a shower.

She's still talking but I am ignoring her by purpose.

"Even if you ignore me, the truth stays the same!" She exclaims.

I brush my teeth really quick whilst preparing the hot water to take a shower. I finish brushing my teeth and rinse my mouth. The water is really hot causing the bathroom to be full of mist. I undress and enter the shower making sure my water is warm. I scrub and scrub making sure my body is clean. I couldn't bath properly because this scar is so excruciating!

When I'm done I exit the shower wiping my body with a towel. The mirror is full of mist so I use my towel to wipe it off. I catch a glimpse of myself through the mirror. I stop wiping and just glare at the mirror.

Confession 7: I don't want to know who my father is. I don't understand people who were abondened by their fathers deciding to go and look for them. I'd rather die.

Whilst I look fixedly at myself I realised something. My mom is dark in complexion and I am light in complexion. I start comparing my mom and I, you would swear she's not my mom because we don't have anything in common.

Come to think of it, that guy that threw my mom's suitcases to the ground is light skinned. Could he be my father? If he is, I wouldn't like to see him even in his death bed. Wickedness.