NB: I've been gone for almost a full year trying to figure out the direction of this book, and I think I've finally found my groove. Happy Reading ;) (Unedited Chapter)
SOTC: Kings of Tomorrow- Fall for You
I saw flashing lights behind me, then panic started flooding my body. I tried calling Nkanyezi, but his phone went straight to voicemail. God, this is not how I want my story to end. I'm too young to die. I heard a knock on my window and I started saying a short prayer, hoping that the person would mysteriously go away once they see the fear planted on my face.
"Phiwokuhle, open the door". The voice said. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the window. Thank God, It was Wandile.
I got out of the car and started punching his chest out of anger.
"I could have died you know," I said as tears started forming in my eyes
"But you did not angithi?" he said, letting out a laugh.
"You're laughing?" I asked
"I was following you behind from a distance Phiwo. Yes, we we're fighting but I would not let anything happen to you. It's almost 23:00, let's head back" he said.
"What about my car?" I asked
"I'll call someone to come and tow it." he said
I followed him to his his car, and sat on the passanger seat. I fastened my seat belt and waited for him to play one of his RnB mixtapes.
"I'm sorry" he started off
"We need to see a therapist." I sugegsted
"Look, I really am sorry. I am- I'm just a really fucked up guy but what I do know is I really am willing to do this with you. I'm tired of being known as the toxic Wandile, the Wandile with anger issues.-"
"Wandile, you've given me this speech before. All i'm saying is that we need to see a therapist, even if it's for like 3 sessions"
He slammed his hands on the steering which caused me to slightly jerk off my seat. He started taking deep breaths and then he started the car's ignition.
We drove in silence for about five minutes until he finally spoke up and said, "Just give me some time to think about this. I always viewed therapy as something troubled white people do."
I nodded and I instantly felt better after what he said. We made our way to a McDonalds drive-through and offcourse I had to get the Spicy McFeast while he just had a simple Big Mac. The parking lot was empty so he decided to park the car there while we had our food in silence.
"I hate my dad ya' know" I said
"What? Why?" I asked
"My dad has been so hard on me growing up. It's like he wanted to make his dreams a reality through me. Studying medicine, getting a wife before 35, having may children, those are all his dreams."
"What exactly did you want?"
"Promise me you won't laugh or call me stupid." he started off
I nodded my head and waited for his response.
"I wanted to be a professional photographer." he said
"What? That's a huge shocker." I said giggling.
"Phiwokuhle!" he growled, as he threw a fry at me which I succesfuly ducked.
"NO please, It's not a ad profession- I just can't imagine you as anything either than a doctor." I said in between laughs.
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