Beckoned Through The Dark

61 // Lesego // Familiarity

Returning to my crib and taking back my place was the easiest thing to do. The hardest part was navigating through all the hurdles to find clues about my life, and most importantly, trying to understand everything that'd happened within the period of the last five months.

There was still a few things I didn't understand even after the talk I had with Abigail, Bridgette, and Mrs Martins.

I still had so many questions and I didn't even know where to start searching.

My mom was barely ever home, and that gave me the platform to snoop around the house.

However, that was not easy with my siblings and Jack at home. There was no privacy, and even worse, I felt like they were watching me; I couldn't go anywhere without someone trailing me.

I guess they didn't trust me because I was treating them well compared to Karabelo, but they didn't know yet that there's two of us.

"I like your new hair." I released an ear-splitting scream as I turned swiftly to find Dineo standing behind me.

I'd just finished washing my face and was getting ready for bed. Not that I was going to sleep, I was waiting for everyone else to go to bed so that I could start searching for evidence against my mother.

"Dineo, you scared me. What are you doing in here?" I walked past her into my bedroom.

"What if she comes back again?". She asked.

I climbed on my bed and got under my covers. "Who are you talking about?" I asked.

She walked to the door and peeked outside my room to see if anyone was around, then she turned to me and whispered, "The imposter."

It was 9p.m. on a Thursday.

Betty was yet to return from her drinking adventure.

Jack came back from work a long time ago; he ate, bathed, and waited until he couldn't anymore.

I was still stunned to learn that Jack was now working. It seemed that he got tired of being a houseband, more especially now that my mother spent all her time out but did not bring in any money.

I could not sleep thinking about what she could be planning.

Even more, I was worried about Sihle too.

Don't get me wrong, I was long over him. More especially after I learnt that he was deceiving me for Karabelo's sake.

But I couldn't ignore the fact that he was part of my life for the longest time, and I still cared about him.

We spoke over the phone to clear the air, and we both accepted that everything between us was fake.

The reason I was worried about him was because he'd betrayed Karabelo by getting Zack out of prison, and he was out there unprotected against her supernatural powers.

Sihle did not believe in ancestors or religion, he was a lone walker.

Unfortunately, he was risking his own life.

I went downstairs to check if mom was back yet.

As if on cue, I heard the door crackle open.

I picked up one of her giraffe sculptures and stood behind the door in case something went wrong.

The door opened and I prepared to attack when mom called my name.

"Lesego!" She stumbled into the house with her hands covering her face while she giggled like a little girl.

I shook my head at her. How long was this going to continue for? "Lock the door," She said as she wobbled into the sitting room.

I locked the door as she instructed and walked over to where she was lying on the couch.

"My mother would be shouting at me right now." I frowned at her. She had never spoken about her mother before; I don't know why she was bringing her up now suddenly.

"Get up! We need to get you to bed," I said, trying to pull her up.

She nearly fell off the couch as she jumped in intoxicated excitement. "Yes! Take me to my room." She tried to stand up but fell back on the couch.

"Let me help you." I grabbed her hand and pulled her up, placing her right hand around my neck.

It was a very long walk as she kept on stumbling on the stairs. We got to the front of her room, and before I could open, she pulled back, leaning against the wall for strength.

"Where are you taking me?" She snarled.

I sighed. "To your room."

"This is not my room."

"This is your room, mother."

"No." She shook her head. "This is Jack's room. I have a new room– the guest room. Now take me there!" She instructed, barely supporting her own weight.

"Mom, this is the guestroom," I said, and she pouted.

We got in, and I took off her shoes before she stumbled onto the bed and fell asleep before I could finish taking some of her clothes off. I sighed and left her there.