Beckoned Through The Dark

55 // Abigail // Mothers & Daughters

Lesego had no idea what was heading her way. She was lucky that she at least had someone to support her throughout the entire ordeal, unlike me.

I was slightly surprised when Mrs Martins called me, I knew that sooner or later, Lesego would have to reach out.

After she disappeared, I was worried because Clay was on my case. He was freaking out and constantly calling, he even asked me to use my bones to find her.

His constant shadow was stressing me out, because I feared his presence would cause havoc in my marriage.

Things were going so well between Ryan and I, and I didn't need Clay to mess it up for me.

My husband came home every day and he told me literally everything that went down with Karabelo.

Apparently, she wasn't giving him too much trouble because she was spending more time with Clay.

It appeared that she was getting comfortable with her settings, and the more she settled in, the more dangerous she became.

Clay seemed to be getting along perfectly well with her, and that worried me.

There was still no word about Nomalanga's baby, my gut told me that she knew who took her baby, but she was withholding information to protect herself.

I'd stopped trying to get her to talk, she would find her daughter when she was ready to admit her sins.

As if that was not enough, I spent the entire two weeks trying to reach Bridgette, but she was nowhere to be found. Even her daughter was starting to warm up to me, and I'm not sure I liked that, I preferred her when she was mean.

Speaking of Bridgette, I honestly didn't expect her to show up here.

I spent years trying to warm up to her, but I ended up disappointing her because of my inconsistency.

As Claudia said, one minute we got along, and the next I was at war with her.

She was an amazing woman, she did not judge me for my choices or try to dictate my life; she was proud of the woman I'd become, and she supported my career choice to work as a nurse.

When I told her I was married, she didn't freak out and tell me about how young I was to be married; she told me that my husband was a very lucky guy.

That's all I'd ever wanted to hear from my mother, and it meant a lot coming from Bridgette.

She was a great person and an amazing traditional healer, Lesego was in good hands.

"Masechaba." I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. She was the only one who called me by that name, it was the ancestral name I received due to my calling. "I think it's time we told Thatohatsi the truth," Bridgette said, standing at the far corner of the house.

I stood up and walked over to her. "Who?" I asked.

"Thatohatsi, it's Lesego's ancestral name," she said with a broad smile.

I smiled at her; it was so funny how I tried to be mean to her while she was like my mirror reflection.

The first time I met her, I had no doubt she was my real mother; she had the brightest brown eyes I'd ever seen, besides my own.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall. "She's nothing like Karabelo, neh?"

"I made the mistake of telling her that she looks like her mother the day I snuck into the hotel," she said sheepishly. "How much does she know?"

"The old lady–"

"Her name is Adelaide."

I grinned in response. "Adelaide must have told her something that day, but she couldn't have told her much because we were attacked by an evil spirit." Her eyes widened in horror. "That's why I came looking for you," I clarified.

"I just wish there was a way to reach out to her."

I scoffed. "I think Lesego would take that chance anytime."

No offense, but Lesego was too soft for her own good, I just felt it in my bones that her first approach would be to have a talk with Karabelo and try to change her heart.

But she had no idea what kind of a person Karabelo was, that girl was not scared of spilling blood.

She was heartless and spiteful and wouldn't rest until she'd ruined everyone whom she believed had wronged her.

"There's no time for the perfect reunion, Karabelo is dangerous."

I couldn't agree more.

"Which is why I was thinking that maybe we should put the initiation on hold for now. She is not ready, and it could take forever to get her to where she needs to be."

Bridgette sighed. "So, what do we do now?"

"Well, do you think you can do something to stop with the sicknesses and dreams?" I asked.

She looked at me, baffled by my superstitious request. "You want me to interfere with the ancestors. Masechaba, do you have any idea what you are asking me to do? You know there are repercussions for every little thing. I can't just–"

"Come on, Bridgette. If that's too much to ask of you, I can even do it. I mean, you are going to need your powers in the long run."

She shook her head. "I don't know. Can we please just get to the history first before taking any drastic decisions."

She didn't even wait to hear what I had to say, she rushed back into the house.

Damn working with my own mother!

I stomped my foot and followed her inside.

This talk better be good.