Lisa's confessions

Chapter 24

BRIDGET'S POV

After a whole lot of convincing and argument, Lethabo finally agreed to let us stay on a condition that Sabelo and Don sleep inside the house. That was arranged. Although he keeps checking up on me like I'm a little child. I get where his coming from but it's annoying! The lady with the wise looking eyes mentioned something about Lisa being angry and that worries me. I'm paying this psychologist but I'm not seeing any results. Lisa is currently spooning me like I'm about to leave her sight. I snuggle out of her hold and kneel down, slowly closing my eyes. I try to find the right words to use but I get overwhelmed and begin to weep silently. Ever felt unworthy of being in God's presence? That's how I feel. After I have calmed myself down, I finally pray.

"Father God, I don't fully understand all that is happening right now. Forgive me for forgetting to pray whenever I am in need of answers, whenever I am happy and in times of trouble. I pray for my daughter Father, that she finds peace. Your peace, which passes all understanding. Quieten her spirit and her mind and calm the storm within her. She can't fight this battle alone Father. All this I pray through Christ our Lord. Amen."

I release a huge sigh and get up with much difficulty. My mind feels at ease now, I feel lighter. I haven't felt my baby move in a while. I wonder why. I make my way to the kitchen so I can drink some water. I get to the kitchen just to find Chris sitted on the kitchen chair, sipping on some alcohol, looking like he is in deep thoughts.

"Hi." I say stopping on my tracks.

Unlike in my house I'd just walk as I please and take whatever I want.

"Heyyy." He says looking like I caught him off guard.

"Just...needed some water." I say pointing at the fridge.

"Go ahead." -Chris.

I open the fridge and grab a bottle of water and settle opposite him. And he gives me a faint smile.

"Rough day?" I say opening my bottle of water.

"Rough day is an understatement." He says and chuckles.

I gulp all of my water like a thirsty porous pitcher.

"Slow down...." He says laughing.

After my bottle I chuckle.

"I can't help it." I say embarrassed.

We slip into comfortable silence and I rub my belly repeatedly. It has become a norm now.

"I'm sorry." He says with his head bowed down a little. Staring at his glass.

"Sorry for what?" I ask puzzled.

"For everything! What Mandla did, how my family is treating you. On behalf of everyone I'm truly sorry. If it weren't for my stupidity those years ago...." - Chris.

"There's no use crying over spilt milk." I say.

He slightly nods.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant with my child?" He asks and I choke on my spit.

"Excuse me?" I ask in shock.

"Makhosi told me you lost the baby after I chased you..."

Yeah right. More like I got rid of it.

"Uhm.. yeahh, I...didn't see the need to you know. It's all in the past." I lie.

He begins to sniff and I notice a tear drop.

"It's all my fault." He says between sobs.

"Hey..hey..." I say getting down going towards his side.

He gets down and cries in my arms. Oh gosh my tears better not betray me.