Lisa's confessions II {ON HOLD}

Chapter Two

Lisakhanya's POV

My head is heavy, loaded with regrets from last night. The Russian Bear and Tropica mix, I loath from now onwards. I find myself questioning, who I was trying to impress opening that poisonous substance. The results are now kicking in. Settled on my butt, rocking back and fourth with arms around my knees. The bitter taste salivating from my glands, and I click my tounge in annoyance. I take a quick glance at the mirror and curse underneath my breath as I realise I still have my make up on.

The urge to vomit hits me once again and I release all the disturbing liquids mixed with chunks of food into the toilet. Leaving me in tears. Just when I thought it was over another one hits me, leaving some vomit onto the ground, some on my hair. I can still smell the smell only more sour this time, you'd swear it is unprocessed vinegar. My mom walks into the bathroom smiling from ear to ear. The atmosphere is suffocated with the scent of blooming lillies and rich savour. The inviting mood of a newly wed turning any gloomy colour bright. Trust me to turn her joy into sorrow.

"Haibo Lisa!" She exclaims noticing my almost inhuman expression. I regret last night. I really do.

I raise my hand stopping her from coming any further because I don't smell too good. The toilet is filled with unfiltered waste. So not appealing.

"Mom I'm not feeling too good." I say holding my forehead. "Coming any closer is a deadly attempt."

"Hangover?" She asks. I nod my head in agreement.

"I bought non alcoholic beverages for you and your cousins kodwa no. You decided to bring your own. Ngoba ngiyisdom angithi?" She says displeased.

Little did she know that Kholwani was behind this. But let me not burst her bubble thinking high and mighty of Kholwani.

"I'm so-"

"You know what, I just got married. I am supposed to be the happiest at this point so I'll let this slide." She says taking exaggerated deep breaths as she walks out the bathroom. I will always say this. That woman deserves to be an actor.

I perform my daily routine. The least I can do is look decent for my mom's party. I really hope this is the last party I'm ever to attend in this house. My mother thinks I'm an uber driver of some sort. Oh...I forgot to mention. My dad taught me how to drive and I got my driver's license. After repeating that damn test three times of course. The difficult aspect of driving is choosing which beast to drive. Uncle T trusts me to even use his G-wagon but I prefer the polo. I grab the car keys so making my way out of the house.

"Where are you going?" My grandma asks stopping me on my tracks. I even forgot there are visitors here.

"Saw'bona ma. I'm getting pills for this excruciating headache and hopefully something light to eat." I respond. She places her hand under her chin and looks at me in pity? Is that pity I see?

"Nc nc nc. I wish I had trained you mntanam. It's a pity." Then there is silence.

"O-kay can I be excused?" I ask masking my irritation with impatience.

"Hamba Lisakhanya." She says nonchalantly.

I walk out and head south. I bump into uncle T looking jumpy as ever. He grabs the car keys from my hands and frowns.

"Uya kae?" He asks.

"To the mall." I respond.

"Sabelo will drive you. Heita Sabza!" He exclaims and I roll my eyes. "Where are you going?" I ask puzzled as to why he is going out when there is a party we are preparing for. "To run a few errands." He says after a long pause and he rushes to the garage.