Beckoned Through The Dark

43 // Abigail // Shut Out

I couldn't believe Clay and Lesego changed their location as soon as I left. Didn't they trust me one bit?

What did I need to do to prove that I was on their side?

I was driving around mindlessly after leaving the hotel, I went back to check on them to give them an update on what was happening out there.

I wanted them to know that they needed to be extra careful because Ryan had Sihle released from where he was detained.

It looked like there was some trouble stirring between Ryan and Karabelo, and he'd made the first move to betray her.

I asked Funeka to keep an eye on Karabelo, and it appears that she went to visit Zack in prison.

And stupidly, Clay and Lesego also went there. I should have known that was going to be their first step.

I wonder if they would have still gone to see him if they knew he was sent to kill Lesego the first time they met.

Karabelo was going to rain down on everyone who ever chose Lesego over her, including Sihle and Zack.

The only way to solve this whole thing would be to kill her, but I was convinced that Lesego was going to try and mend things.

Such a naïve girl!

After much deliberation, I finally settled on going back to my apartment. I'd been avoiding going there for the past few weeks because Ryan was barely ever home.

I couldn't believe I was married to him and I never knew this side of him. He was corrupt and deceptive; he was a liar and a cheat.

And to think I married him in secret. The day I told my mother she lost it!

It was on the night we were invited to Lesego's for dinner, and mom was surprised when I chose to leave with Ryan after he brought Lesego back.

I had no other choice but to tell her that Ryan and I were married, I even went to the extent of telling her that I was a nurse.

I'd never seen my mom so mad like she was that evening, she literally told me that she never wanted to see me again.

If only she knew I couldn't be happier.

I hadn't seen her since then, and she was trying to contact me.

It wasn't until a few days ago that I went to see her after her husband called me and told me she wasn't well.

She was past her due date by a few weeks, the wrath of the ancestors was falling on her for all her sins, and nothing would come right unless she confessed to everything she'd done.

However, she refused to believe me, and the worst part was that no one was willing to help her.

I was busy arranging for doctors to perform a backroom operation because despite everything, she was still my mother and I didn't want to see her suffer.

There was a lot going on right now, but honestly, I couldn't tell you what was happening, because I was also confused.

But to tell you the truth I didn't like this – all of it. There was something dark lurking around, and I had the feeling it was out for blood.

I needed to set up a meeting with someone to consult, but I couldn't find my phone anywhere.

I'd been searching for it for days now. Upon arrival, I looked all over my apartment until eventually I gave up and decided to visit Lwandle in the apartment downstairs.

I desperately needed to speak to someone and tell them what was happening even if they didn't believe me.

I hadn't seen Lwandle in a long time, she had taken sick leave a while back, and had been avoiding and form of contact since then.

Every time I visited her, she would speak to me through the door and not let me in.

She was always indoors, and I was starting to get worried about her.

I stood at her door deciding on whether to knock or not. I decided to knock and waited some time before she opened the door.

"Can we talk?" I asked before she could say anything.

She looked exhausted like she was working two consecutive shifts.

"What do you want?" She asked while staring at me blankly.

I wanted to tell her that I was worried about her, but it looked like she was not looking forward to a pity party. "I can't seem to find my phone, haven't you seen it?" She rolled her eyes at me and stepped aside to let me in.

"I was wondering when you were coming to get it. It's in the guestroom, you left it when you came to sleep over weeks ago," she said while heading to her bedroom.

I blushed as I remembered that encounter, Ryan and I had a huge fight, and I decided to leave him alone since he was livid.

I went to the guest bedroom and took my phone, it was still in good shape, just that it was dead.

I sighed and slipped it in my pocket before I headed out to Lwandle's room. "I found it," I said awkwardly. She looked up from her computer screen and gave me a cold look before turning back to what she was doing. "Thanks."

I couldn't believe this was my best friend treating me like this, and it hurt like hell.

"Close the door on your way out," she said dismissively.

Wow! I left her apartment with a broken heart and went back to my own apartment, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I got there.

"Ryan, what are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

I was not expecting him to be home.

"What are you doing here? I guess if you had been home for the past few weeks, you would know I always come home at this time before going back to the station," he said coldly without even sparing me a glance.

I stood there, surprised that he'd noticed my absence. "I stopped coming home because I was tired of coming back to an empty house, Ryan," I admitted. "You are never here, it's like your job takes first priority at all times."

"I am doing it for us!" He yelled, his veins popping as he turned my way. "I work hard so that we can have a good life, what more do you want??"

I shook my head at him. "Anything but that! I don't want your money, I don't want your titles, I don't care about all that shit! All I want is my husband. I want the man I fell in love with."

He clenched and unclenched his fists, his jaw ticking profusely. He couldn't even meet my eyes, because he knew I was telling the truth, and it bothered him because he knew the reason, he was distant had nothing to do with work.

He was cheating on me. With her. And it hurt so much.

"Listen, I don't have time for this. I'm going back to the office." He picked up his jacket and car keys from the couch and walked past me. No hug, no goodbye kiss, just a cold shoulder.

"Why does loving you have to hurt so much?" I asked quietly, and his hand froze over the door handle.

I could see he was fighting with himself, but he refused to back down; he opened the door and left without a word.

"Ah!" I screamed as the glass he was drinking from earlier, shuttered against the wall.

Karabelo was going to pay for this. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her!

I couldn't believe five years later; she was still a problem in my marriage.

What did I have to do to be finally rid of her? Kill her?