A Thousand Hills

Fall to Break

He may be sulking for god knows what but I enjoy his presence and the comfortable silence. Even in his mood swings, he's always touching me, the whole flight back I was on his chest.

It's just after 7pm when we get to his house, Ndoni stayed here for 2 days before going back to London and she left the house smelling like heaven.
There must be at least 12 bouquets scattered in the living room, kitchen and dining area. Her South African friends(admirers) must have been really happy to see her

"I need to speak with Ushe, can you set that up while I prep for the meeting, I won't be long", he says kissing the back of my head, walking upstairs with all our luggage.

His office is on the opposite end of his bedroom, it's more of a lounge area than an office. He has the Helen Sebidi painting I couldn't afford and wouldn't let him buy for me from that one time we went to the art gallery.

His moments of care and thoughtfulness don't fail to catch me off guard. I can access my work email on his laptop and send him the engineers presentation

"What's your password?"- I ask when he answers the phone

"We're in the same house, you know that right?"- he responds back

"I don't wanna yell or walk to you"

"It's @caps L, low case e.s.e.d.i.1. You want wine or coffee", he responds after spelling the password back to me

"Wine, you weirdo", I say hanging up on him, this macbook hasn't been touched since we left for Cape town, so when did he change his password?

Maybe Lindzy wasn't lying about that trip he took with Nqobile and the password fight, it was around the time he first met me. The thought makes me all giddy with excitement, he's in love with me!

The screen comes to life and I hear his footsteps running to me, he rushes in panic faced, but it's too late.
This was the last thing he was viewing so it pops up catching me by surprise.
At first, I'm slightly confused by how similar it looks, then shock.
Now fear as it clicks that I'm looking at different angles of my house.

It's paused on November 24th, Phakamile's birthday.

What the actual fuck? I look at him and realise this is why he's running in here.
He seems frozen by the door it's almost comical and it's a good thing I'm seated, because what the hell is this.
It's no wonder I don't feel safe at my house, someone has been watching me!!

He's been watching me at my home, this is wrong on so many levels, it's down right psychotic and dangerous. He's waiting for me to say something but I don't know where to start.
I'm at his house and he's blocking the door, so I know running out of here isn't an option.
The weeks we just spend together, was it all a lie or some type of manipulation.

I refuse to cry about this not until I've made it out alive.

He's trying to read my face but I'm not sure what he sees because I'm numb

"It's not as bad as it looks"- he says taking a small step towards me and I instinctively raise my palm up halting him and he stops

"Please explain"-me

"Honestly, at first it was because I could"

"Because you could?"- this man is testing my patience, what does he mean because he could!

I can't say I'm going to my house, he can watch me, most of the angles are from high up, at the corner by the doors, but there's one that's at eye level with my bed, it can't be anything else my clock or lamp

I press the space button, and an opt asks to resume rewind or play live pops up, I enter resume rewind.
The other angles go away and a view of my bedroom becomes the biggest picture.