Blood Sister

Chapter 15

BLOOD SISTER

Nthabeleng Selepe

I looked at Thabo as he focused on the road , his hands where tightly holding the steering wheel while his eyes where glued on the road . I looked outside the window as the car flew across the road , if I could jump here I would immediately die due to the speed he was driving with and I still wanna live I still have hope that one day I will be happy like my sister that one day I will be married and have children of my own , that one day I would be free from this monster.  It was okey to dream even though you knew that there where slim chances of you making it out .

I envy my sister the life that she has ,she doesn't have much but she is happy.  See she met her soul mate while she was still a teenager and now they are engaged and have two kids , she is living what we a call a perfect life . She does have problems with her partner but they sit down and fix it , if they want to cry they cry together and it ends there . While with me when we have a problem the only way of sorting it out it is me bieng a punching bag than wake up the following to breakfast in bed and endless kisses accompanied by apologies. Maybe you are asking yourself if he abuses you why don't you leave his ass , well it is not easy see Thabo is involved in the gang called the 27 . He is highly dangerous and has killed before.

  I tried to leave him but than I got the beating of my life , I had went to report at the police station but the officer who took the case is his friend so he told Thabo and than Thabo kidnapped me and chained me up . That was the worst days of my life , i loved him but that changed that Night he had beaten me up than took advantage of me for 5 full days.  When he was done he left me at the streets and than the following day acted like a Saint and a worried boyfriend .

He drove in the yard and then killed the engine , he got out first and banged his door than walked around the car and opened my door. No matter how angry I am at him i am not supposed to open the car door myself or hell will brake loose .  We walked inside the house after he unlocked the door , I sat on the couch and took of my heels while he stood over there while looking at me .

" Take off your dress and turn around " I looked at him than did as he said , I turned around with my back facing him.

" Lay down on your stamoch " I adjusted the couch first and made it flat and laid on my stomach , the couch leather was cold against my skin but i did not care . He crouched next to me and I felt him applying something on my back ,I shiverd as he kept on rubbing it softly on my wounds while trying not to hurt me .

"The wounds are healing " He said as he admired his work.

" They are less painful now " I say as I looked at him

" I am sorry I thought that you where sleeping with that boy " I nodded,  there was no use in defending myself becouse the damage has already been done he went to our bedroom and he came back with my throw , i wore it than sat on the couch while he cooked at the kitchen.  He is always sweet after beating me up treating me like a princess.

I logged in on my Facebook and started scrolling through while liking and commenting on post ,I bumped upon my sisters post she had went to cape town for the weekend with Carl,  she came back yesterday and today she had went to work . The picture was her looking at the sunset at the beach while Carl was holding her hand who was taking the picture , the caption was " BE HAPPY "

I looked at the kitchen where Thabo was cooking I don't know how to get out of this mess , do I even want to get out , yes i do .  I should be happy not miserable I am still young and have a lot to learn but here I am in a abusive relationship, how would i be happy while I get punches everyday . Tears started rolling down my face thinking about my life before I met Thabo ,the first few months of our relationship was good but than things changed to the worse. My therapist has been trying to help but she does not understand my situation no one does , I tried to wipe my tears but the more I tried the more they rolled down my face .

I looked around and I saw the baseball bat behind the door , I took of my slippers than walked over and took it. I walked to the kitchen and he was facing the stove while busy staring the pot , he had his earphone on and didn't hear me coming here . I walked closer to him and swinged the bat wich hit him on his head , he fell down and that only made me more angry i dont know why ,why isn't he defending himself like a man .I raised my hands and started hitting him repeatedly with the bat on his head until I saw blood coming out .