Her Silent Killer

Chapter 23

I ran upstairs and into the bathroom and I puked my guts out heaving. My mother ran in a panic.
Mother: "Khazie what's wrong?!" She asked as she brushed my back. I lowered my head to my knees trying to slow down my breathing not being able to answer her. Why oh why had he decided to come here? Seeing him was more brutal than I had thought. Thinking about what his father had said. About him...I was going to be sick again. I swallowed down the vomit that threatened to rise up out of me again. My mother got me a glass of water and I drank gulping. My father was standing in the doorway watching me this whole time.
Father: "Is this because of him?" He asked... "what happened between you two anyways? I don't get why you don't want to see him and why you're like this after seeing him. I mean, he's the one that got you out of that place again." I stood up and forced my way out and went straight into my bedroom. I threw myself on the bed and I covered my ears screaming... "okay okay Preshy mntanam. I'm sorry I'm sorry. I won't ask you again okay? I'm sure you have a good reason for not wanting to see him." I stopped screaming and closed my eyes breathing heavily. My mother lied next to me on the bed and brushed my hair which oddly enough reminded me of him. It hurt so much. When was the pain ever going to go away? I didn't think it would though. The way I had loved him. Oh my God! My mother carried on brushing my hair and weirdly enough after a while that lulled me into sleep.

The next day when Anga dropped me off at home, the same thing happened. He was there waiting but this time he didn't say anything to me. Just like yesterday though, I still ran inside away from him and I puked my guts out in the bathroom again. The following day, the same thing. And the next, and the next, and the next. This went on for about a whole month. But I wasn't running inside puking my guts anymore. But I made sure not to spare him a glance as I went into the house. I don't know what he wanted for me really. He was now even following behind Anga's car as Anga took me to and from school. Anga was really losing his patience. He cursed out a lot and also spouted nonsense about how he was going to kill him and I just ignored all of that knowing full well that there would be no way in hell he would succeed in doing that. Instead, he'll be the one ending up dead. I told Anga to stop coming, that I could get an Uber to and from school. Even though he wasn't happy to hear that, I didn't give him a choice. Anga was getting on my nerves. Don't know what I had saw in him before. Had he been this annoying even then? Can't remember. Staying focused at school was harder than I had thought. I struggled a lot. Even though it hadn't been very long since the school had opened but I could already see that I was going to be far behind in my work than the other students. I wanted to quit every day but for some reason I kept at it. I mean, if I gave up on school then what would I have left of? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Then that would lead to me to attempting to do something even I wasn't quite ready to do:. I hardly saw Tasha at school, if I did it was always hi and bye. She did say though that she would visit me sometime. I wish she wouldn't. It's not like we would talk or anything. And I wasn't good company at all. I was a real drab.

When I existed the house this morning, he was there standing next to the Uber. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could see his legs and shoes. I ignored him and got in the car. Somehow this time I was really annoyed and pissed off by this whole whole stalkerish thing of his. When I saw his car following behind the Uber I was in going home, I couldn't help the anger that boiled deep inside of me finally taking route and rising out of me. It was the ugly kind of anger. I took out my journal I wrote everything I wanted to say to him. As soon as the Uber stopped in front of the house, I was out walking straight up to him. His eyes widened a bit as I held up my journal in front of his face fuming in anger. "You're his son. When I see you, I see him. You make me sick. Leave me the hell alone and never come back here again." The distraught that came about his whole face as he read what I had written almost made me drop to my knees. Almost. He blinked and blinked again and then a lone tear escaped his eye and my anger dissipated as I watched the tear run down his cheek. He nodded and turned and got in his car and drove off.