Sydney Mdlalose's Fate-Twisted Fairytale(Edited)

Chapter Forty-Five.

"Will admitting it make you pity me like you did in the jet?" Keith answers me. I don't say anything.

"So that's why my mother took me to visit you. But you fell in love with me. And you're still in love with me."

"Now I see why I thought you were familiar. You look just like our father."

"Your father." He protests. "I'm sorry he was never there." I say. "I don't need to be pitied."

Keith's eyes look at the other painting that is covered as he walks towards it. He harshly pulls down the cloth. "Because I'm not." He exits the hallway and makes his way back to the kitchen.

I decide to look at the painting. Only this time, it's not a painting but a photo. A photo of him and I arm in arm with bright smiles on our faces. I remember this afternoon. I was performing as Whitney Houston for a school concert.

My mother dressed Keith in a suit because he wanted to be the bodyguard. That used to be one of my favourite movies when I was finally allowed to watch it. I laugh to myself, my eyes tearing.

Yes, of course I remember him. I never forgot about Keith. I just never thought to find out how he looks today. Him and I shared some of my best childhood memories together.

I cross my arms and walk upstairs. I don't feel like going to the club anymore. I should probably call Andre. I do miss him.

Andre's P.O.V.

My phone rings on my bedside table. I glare at it from my bed until it switches off. It rings again. I sit up and answer it happily after finally taking a look at the caller ID. "Baby."

"Hey. How are you?"

"I'm okay. How have you been?"

"I'm okay too."

We both remain silent for a while.

"Uhhh, Andre. I have to ask you something.

My breath hitches in my throat.

"Yeah, go for it."

"Did you know about Keith?"

I shake my head. "No. I didn't. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you. What has he done to you?"

Sydney sighs. "He's done nothing. But, he's got a painting of me in his house and a photo of him and I when we were kids, all hanging on his walls. He's my family, only he's in love with me."

I stay quiet.

"Andre. I'm scared. Scared of what the outcome of this trip will be. I'm afraid of his surprises."

A knock sounds at my door. I can't take listening to Sydney any further, knowing very well that I can't go to Seattle. "Hey, you're strong. I know you'll be fine. We'll talk about this later, okay? I have to go. I love you."

I end the call before she can respond. I open my door and my mother is standing in front of me. She is now wearing a cream cotton spaghetti strap dress that hugs her figure. "Sydney's mother is here." With that said, she leads the way downstairs.

Phindile is standing by the door, her expression worried. "I can't believe you let that happen." She says to Karen and I." "That boy is incestuous. He will only bring havoc."

My mother sighs and steps closer to Phindile. "Phindile. Do you trust your daughter enough to believe that she will not join and be a part of Keith's 'incestuous' act?"

Phindile shakes her head. "Not with Keith." My mother sighs again. "I say, let's trust Sydney, okay? I think she deserves the chance." And if things go wrong?" I ask. "Well, then they go wrong."

Sydney's P.O.V

I can't believe Andre cut me off like that. He could have at least let me say goodbye too.

I sigh and place my phone on the bedside table. A knock sounds at the door. Thando lets herself in, a smile on her face.

"There you are. Awuzanga eCountry Club(you didn't come to the Country Club), and that's fine. But I met this guy." Thando smiles dreamily. She plops herself down on my bed.

I sit and listen to her talk about this guy. How she carefully defines his pearl-white teeth, his muscular body and his dark skin.

"Anyway. He asked me out. Tonight." Thando claps her hands. "Well, let's find you an outfit." Thando and I rummage through my things and decide on a white mid-thigh dress. Thando swirls and swirls in her dress.

She turns to me, and her smile dims. "I don't know if this is for me to ask...but I couldn't help but notice the painting of you near the hallway."

I look away from her and sigh. "Yeah. Keith and I actually go way back." Thando nods. "Does Andre know?" "Sort of. I think."

Thando places a hand on my shoulder. "I have to go, okay. I'll see you when I get back. Don't wait up." She gives it a light squeeze and leaves the room.

I follow behind her. An orange Lamborghini Gallardo is parked outside. She enters it. I walk back into the house and Keith is standing on the staircase, his hands in his pockets.

"Hey." I say. He doesn't say anything and walks closer to me. "I'm..."

I wrap my arms around him. He hugs me back, his chin on top of my head. I pull away from him. "Let's go have a few drinks, shall we?"