Scarlett Ngcobo

Chapter 39

Our celebration party was cut short when Kieran got a call that his mom was at the hospital. Him and Rendani rushed there. Leaving me and Kele behind. I was grateful, I know they were trying to cheer me up but no amount of them trying to cheer me up will work. I wanted to be alone. Just to breathe.
“I'm going to my room.”
“Do you think it's a good idea to be alone right now? I can stay with you and you can cry as much as you want.”
“I appreciate what you're trying to do but I'll be okay. I just want to be alone.”
“If you need anything..”
I nodded and went to my room. I locked the door and crumbled to the floor. I sat there and cried. Pathetic of me to be crying for a cheater but I can't help it. I looked at our recent pictures and I had mixed emotions. I was sad, angry, confused and sad all over again! I remembered the random messages and pictures I used to get, that Jas was cheating. I always ignored them. I went through my old messages and looked at the recent one. How stupid can one be? The picture wasn't clear but I could see that it was her. The eagle tattoo on her shoulder and she was with Cass. Maybe if I had taken my time to closely look at these pictures, I would've saved myself from the heartbreak. The lotion! I once saw a hand lotion in her bathroom that looked exactly like Cassandra's. I pushed that thought aside because it was just hand lotion. Anyone could buy it. Her disappearance after that phone call. Wow. The signs were there, I just chose to ignore them. Now my heart is paying the price!
I got up from the floor to sleep on the bed. I had a text from Lutendo;
Are you back from the competition? Can I call?

I replied.

I'm back and you can call.

“Khanyisile?”
“So I'm no longer Ms Ngcobo?”
“Ms Ngcobo, was appropriate then now it's not. Are you good?”
“One day at a time. I'll be okay, pain doesn't last forever right? How did you know about the competition?”
“Your friend Kele. I don't know why she told me but.. that friend of yours is a character! She mentioned it in passing.”
“Should've known it was her. Thanks for the flowers dark chocolate.”
He laughed out loud. I've heard him laugh before but this one warmed my heart. I found myself smiling. “Who is dark chocolate?”
“Stop playing games. Did you mean that other part?”
“You will have to be specific Ms Ngcobo, I have no clue what you're talking about.”
In a low tone. “You saying the only time I'm supposed to cry, like how I did, is when you have your.. your uhm.. your dick shoved down my throat?”
This fool was laughing! “Oh that? Do you want my dick blocking your airways?”
In my head I was screaming yes! But he doesn't have to know that. “Why would I want you blocking my airways? Get over yourself please.”
“It's your loss mufunwa. It's your loss. I'm glad you're feeling better now. I have to go, my friends have decided to visit and they think we're still Varsity kids. Something about going to a club. I'll call you later okay?”
“Thanks for the call. You didn't have to but you did.”
“Anything for you. If it gets too much, just call I'll be there.”
I waited for him to cut the call but he didn't.
“Bye.”
“Bye..” he still didn't cut the call off. “Didn't you say you have to get ready for a boy's night out?”
He laughed before he finally cut the call.
I looked at myself on the mirror and I looked like a clown. I laughed with tears streaming down my face. I started throwing things around. Anything I could put my hands on! It worked in the movies. Someone would randomly throw things around, break things. Afterwards they would feel better. In the midst of acting like a mad woman, a piece of glass from the broken mirror cut my hand. I saw blood, I panicked. Only then did I come to my senses.
I unlocked and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I took a shower as well. To remove my clown makeup. I bandaged my hand and went back to the room. I looked at the mess I made, I felt empty. It felt like I was in a different world. Staying at home feeling sorry for myself is only making the situation worse. I looked for something to wear in my closet. I'm getting drunk tonight! I'll cry tomorrow. A dress was not going to work. I wore my midnight black jeans, a black off the shoulder with a low plunging neckline top. A choker necklace, small diamond earrings and navy blue peep toe heeled boots. Natural look for my makeup, red lips untied my hair, let the curls loose. The girl I saw in the mirror, she was strong. On my way out I saw Kele sleeping on the couch. I wrote a note for her, don't want her panicking;