Simamkele's pov:
He smiles looking at me. I shrudder in disgust. He slides his hands down my back to my buttocks. No matter how much I beg him to stop,he does not. "I've always loved you" he says "say it back" he commands and tears run down my face
"I love you too"
"I knew it. I've always known that you like them a little older. Now,get on your knees and prepare to be my bitch" I shake my head and he gives me the mother of all slaps.
I look around and I fell asleep on the couch. The sports channel is on meaning that he was watching television. A blanket has also been sprowled on my body,it was never there and it's just the two of us here today. I sit up and fix my hair. He's been a little mad at me,he's mad that I didn't fight for this to not happen.
"You're awake" he says putting a bowl of sweets on the table
"Yeah" my voice comes out clogged. I think it's been a long time since I've been asleep
"Can we share the blanket? It's kind of the only blanket in the house" yes,his house is still new. A 'wedding gift' from his dad. Well I'm supposed to say our house
"Sure" he sits next to me and we share the blanket between us.
"You want some sweets?" he asks browsing through the channels
"Yes please" he gives me the bowl and I take the sour worm. "Thank you"
"You're welcome" and then after that,a wave of silence hits us. Awkward silence. He's still mad and I can't keep on explaining myself. I didn't have power in that situation. He does something weird. Something I didn't expect him to do. He puts his hand on my stomach and rubs it for a while
"The baby is yours Lukhanyo" I say looking straight ahead
"How are you so sure?"
"The day your brother uhm...yeah,uhm... he told me that the doctor told him his sperm count was low" then the silence follows after.
"So what's the next step after this?" I scratch my arm nervously after asking this question
"Simamkele I love Samantha as much as I love you. She doesn't deserve what happened to her. Besides I'm not ready for a real real marriage" what does he mean real marriage?what are we doing? Did he just say he loves me?
"I love you too but does that mean my,our,child must grow up without his/her father?I just want us to be a complete family"
"We don't always get what we want Simamkele,please just accept that I love to the both of you guys equally" I don't know whether I'm naïve or what,but I believe him. He loves me. I can see it in the way he looks at me. He snakes his hands into my top and settles them on my lower back. We look at each other for a while before I break the contact. He kisses me and I kiss him back
"Bad luck will follow you forever" Mrs Mthembu's voice makes itself known in my tiny head. I push him off me. This is wrong.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asks looking at me concerned
"No,but this is wrong. We first have to do Thami's ceremony first" he looks away and takes his hands away from me
"I know you loved him more than me but can you at least try to pretend?" he says pulling the blanket.
"Don't be jealous now baby,you'll be my number one after this ceremony" I play with his cheeks and he rolls his eyes
"Baby?I like the sound of that" he says giving me a side smile. He kisses me again,I respond and he grabs my buttocks,pulling me closer to him. I stop him. Doesn't this man take no for an answer? "Oh,I've just remembered. There's something I need to do in about 30 minutes"
"So you have to go?" he nods "where?" Okay now I sound clingy
"Remember that program we're doing for those kids that lost their parents in that fire?" I don't remember him talking about that at all. Before I could respond he's already walking out. That was quick for a bonding session. I want to open my heart for love but he's making it so hard for me. I don't even know what to watch so I leave the sports channel.
"Coach Sangweni,how do you feel about the performance of your team during this game resulting them in a loss?" the journalist lady asks. This man looks a little old,by old,I mean older than me. Like he's in his late thirties. He is very attractive I must say,his wife is very lucky.
"I'm very proud of my team. We went head on with one of the biggest teams in South Africa. Yes,we are a huge team ourselves but these past few games we have been lacking confidence and in this game,we were very dominant. Even though we lost,they will never forget us or even think of underestimating us again" he says. Damn,his voice? But I wouldn't date him,I really don't like older guys
"And do you feel that your team deserved to have Sangweni Jnr as the man of the match and how does it make you feel that he,out of all team members got the trophy for man of the match?" I don't know if this is interesting or I just want to see hot soccer guys. I'm allowed to look aren't i?
"I think that he deserved it. Everyone else in the team would've deserved it too. They all put their all and their best foot forward. I feel really proud as a coach,for someone who has just joined the team,he is of good use" I change the channel because clearly I won't be seeing the cute boys. It looks like the match is over anyways. My heart skips a beat as if I just saw someone. I look sideways and end up deciding that my dream is probably making me so jumpy. I switch back to the sports channel because I'm bored. I want to have an Instagram account but I'm scared. What if the lockness monster finds me?Where did Lukhanyo go? Is this the life I'm going to live?
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Cursed To Be A Stepdaughter
Fiction généraleSima's life feels like a curse just because she is the stepdaughter. She is the black sheep of the family but will her life ever change for the good? Take a look to see BOOK 2. A sequel to uThandolwami.