Beckoned Through The Dark

32 // Lesego // Revelations

“I thought I would never see you again,” I said once we were both relaxed and rested.

Not that I had any rest, physically, yes. But mentally, I had a lot of questions, and they kept me up all night. Nothing made sense, and every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was the girl from my prison cell.

"Tell me everything that happened," he started. "What's going on here? I don't understand."

Me neither.

"The last time I saw you was when we went to the park, and honestly, I don't like the way we left things that day and it's been haunting me since. I just –" his face changed from one expression to another, and I couldn't keep up. "Clay, I understand that you are angry, and you have every right to be after the way I treated you. And I can also understand that you've already moved on and I'm out here disturbing your life when you could be out there with your girlfriend –" I blurted out, but shut my mouth when I took a good look at Clay.

He was livid; his veins were literally popping out while his body shook slightly. He looked like he just wanted to scream. "Lesego," he said in a controlled voice. "I'm gonna ask you this one last time and I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses or pity party – I want the truth, and nothing but the truth. Now, tell me, what is going on here?" He asked.

I'd never seen him so angry before, and I feared if I did not tell him the truth, he would lose it, so I told him everything from the night I was arrested till last night. By the time I was done, I felt like leaving this room because it was hot, and the tension was unbearable.

Clay was pacing around the room as if weighing the truth behind my words or replaying a few events in his head. He was muttering incoherently as if I wasn't there.

"Clay, please say something," I said.

He stopped pacing and turned to me, his eyes burning in hot anger. "Say something? What do you want me to say?" He yelled.

"I don't know. Anything!" I yelled.

Silence fell over the room, and we just sat there and stared at each other. "Fine then," Clay said. "If there is any truth in everything you just said..." He squatted before and took my hands in his. "If what you are saying is true, Lesego, then who the hell have I been spending the last three months with?!" He yelled.

No.

Clay shook his head and dropped my hands before he stormed out of the room, banging the door behind him.