Beckoned Through The Dark

47 // Lesego // Risky

"Hey, Abigail, I need to get to where Mrs Edwards is," I said to Abigail on the phone. I had so many questions that drove me crazy day and night, and I had the feeling that Mrs Martins was the one person that could answer them.

I needed to know everything. I needed to know what was Karabelo's story, and most importantly, I needed to know who I truly was.

"You must be crazy!" She said harshly.

"Do I sound crazy to you? I need to see Mrs Martins."

"Fine, I'll ask Lwandle–"

"No! Nobody can find out about this; I need to have a serious talk with her alone. I need you to take me there. Please."

"Do you have any idea what you are asking me to do? That place is not safe at all." The fear in her voice should have told me something, but I desperately needed answers.

"Please, Abigail," I begged.

She sighed loudly. "Okay, fine. I'll pick you up in 15," She said before hanging up.

I sighed in relief before turning to Clay's closet to look for something warm. I had to admit that I wasn't a fan of winter. Too bad Christmas was far, I could only hope this will be all over by then.

I hated thinking about it. It was driving me crazy. I cried all the time; my happiness was short lived, and all these lies were just not working for me.

I thought I was fine with Clay continuing to see Karabelo, but I felt like he was starting to spend too much time with her. He was distant with each passing day, and I didn't know what to do. He even stopped updating me on what she got up to, and Every time I brought it up, he would pick a fight and tell me that he's doing all he can to keep me safe.

I was tired of being locked up in here and being in the dark. I really thought I could handle it, but I guess I was wrong.

I quickly erased that thought out of my mind and focused on my task today. I needed to talk to Mrs Martins, because everyone else was playing with my head. I don't know what is and what is not anymore. She was by far the most truthful person I'd ever met.

I wore one of Clay's tracksuits and my new Nike trainers, and then fixed my hair so that it looked less messy. I grabbed my phone off my bed and looked around the room one last time knowing that Clay was on the verge of finding out what I'm up to. Well that's the plan. Maybe if I did this, he would pay more attention to me.

Just as I closed the front door, Abigail's car pulls up across the street. I hugged myself to shield myself from the cold air and ran to her car.

"I really don't like this," She said as soon as I closed the door. "Do you realise that it's a long drive, can't you speak to her over the phone?"

I shook my head. "No, it has to be in person."

She sighed and drove off without another word. Hopefully, this was not a terrible idea.