WHEN WAR BEGINS!√

Chapter 5

*Bye mommy....

"Come on wake up you extremely heavy and lazy pig!" Mom yells trying her best to get me out of bed, she drags my heavy covers and thats when the cold hits my warm body.
"Firstly, its 12 in the afternoon you had more than enough sleep, secondly you need to pack, you won't be sleeping here tonight." She says dragging my leg out of bed.
"Okay!, I'm awake mom would you stop dragging my body so it can hit the floor, what if I get a concussion?."
"Hahaha, funny, just go take a bath, don't forget to brush your teeth, you've got morning breath ergh...." She mumbles leaving my room.
"Its normal!." I yell at her.
"Yours isn't, it smells like garlic or a stink bomb!"she yells back
"I never knew you where the sarcastic type." I say not waiting for a response as I undress myself.
I open my bathroom door and quickly rinse my face, I brush my teeth and sip out my favourite raspberry mouth wash which last for 26 hours, expensive yet worth it after all. I set warm water in the shower, not taking a bath because its addictive. I enter the shower and the sprinkles spray my whole body. Since today will be my last day to enjoy my sweet shower I perfume, foam and soap soak myself with every shampoo, conditioner and bodywash I have. Memories start filling my mind, I still remember the first day I had to take a taxi to school. I vommited even before entering the taxi. The day I was home sick at hostel and my friends made me feel home. Silliest day was when we went to school wearing our PJs, we had a good excuse though, It was Funny day. We weren't interested in dressing for that day but everyone in the room woke up late. I step out of the shower with strawberry essence.
I leave my bathroom and as I move to my table dressor its then when I notice there is a figure leaning next to my door.
"What are you doing here?"
"Can't I say goodbye to my so called girlfriend?." Bukhosi says moving towards me. I move further back whenever he steps forward. He eventually notices the distance I'm creating between us and he yanks my arm
"Ouch, let go." I hiss but he tightens his grip on my arm more.
"Should I let this red towl fall, its making you disrespect me, would you like that huh?." He says, he grabs the bottom end of my towl lifting it up exposing my left thy. Not for long until my palm collides with his left cheek, yes for the first ever time and never again I slapped a boy . I tighten my towel and move further away from him as he brushes his aching cheek
"Get out of my room, or I will scream." I hiss at him and tears begin to run down my cheeks, tears full of anger, relief and fear. I was angry because my dad was forcing me to marry an abusive spoilt brat, relieved because I fought back and showed him my strong side, fearful because I didn't know what he would do to me next. He started laughing, a mocking laugh.
"You crossed the line, just because you are moving to New York don't assure yourself that I won't find you or you won't come back home." He gives me a threatening look and I look away. The more I see him the more I fear him. He leaves my room shutting the door loudly, I'm still shocked why it didn't break. I begin to sob, tears flowing out continuously. A thousand emotions roaming my mind, one of them being regret to why I slapped him.
"Lizzy, Bukhosi just ran out, what...wait what's wrong?."Mom says rushing towards my kneeling body.
She sits down next to me and rubs my back, I'm afraid to tell her because if she knows she will instantly tell my father. That will result in me staying home because I am a dissapointment to the family and having to face Bukhosi who will sweet talk my father denying all his actions.
" I'm okay mom,"I say wiping my tears
"Its okay, I'm sure you will miss him, maybe he will visit you soon." She says in a hushed tone, she will never understand how I feel if she keeps convincing her own selfish minds that I love him. I get up and walk to my closet avoiding eye contact with her
"I'll leave you to pack, don't forger your pink skates and tennis rackets." She says grabbing my duffel bag from under my bed. I was a skater, started when I was six, some people thought I played Ice hockey but those two sports are two different things. I also had the motivation and need to play tennis, I think I'm more often in the ice rings than in the tennis courts, sun burn bothers me a lot.
"Never in the world." I say wiping my tears,I was training to be a young professional skater, I even joined South Africa's junior academy, my whole live I have been dreaming of representing South Africa in the Olympics but I guess that would have to wait. My friends new I was into skating but they didn't know I took it that serious since they never saw me really holding my duffel bag or even in the ring.
"We're leaving in 30.."She says before closing my door. I quickly apply lotion on my dry skin taking in the strawberry sent. I loved to smell sweet,look sweet and act sweet. Well I didn't always look sweet or act sweet sometimes I was sour. Luckly some of my clothes were packed in my suitcase, I stuff the rest of my clothes inside, my suitcase was large, you could put an adult in it and they would still have space to stretch their legs. The rain begins to pour outside giving me a perfect clue on what to wear. I change into my black jeans, mix it up with my leather brown ankle boots with shrizzles dangling around them and I top it up with my large black polar jacket with a furry head. I grab my duffel bag and large heavy suitcase down the stairs, as I close my strawberry scented room I kiss the walls goodbye, crazy right?.
" You better not be wearing like that when you arrive in New York."Mom says eyeing me up an down, she is wearing a dark blue suit, the mermaid skirt perfectly hugging her curves and a pair of black heels, assuring me that once she arrives she will be going on a business meeting.
"Why?"Will they mock the way I'm dressed
" No, the seasons aren't the same as ours, right now it might be warm."
"That's really weird, I still wonder how the sun can pop up In the north and not strike in the south at the same time, the sun is huger than earth." I mumble as I grab an apple from the fruit basket. Every time I left the house I always grab any fruit that suits my mood, if I take a bunch of strawberries my mom claimed I'm I'm love so you never usually saw me taking strawberries, if I take grapes mom claimed I'm in a bad mood and when I take an apple she would think I'm in a happy mood.
"What do they teach you at school,?".She asks dragging her suitcase out the door not expecting responce. I follow after her and lock the door.