Mangled Shoes

(*Brrr krrr krr telephone rings*)

"Hello?"

"Hi"

"Err, this girl called Deborah Mahultze sent me pictures of the both of you. I found them in the mailbox. She claims that you are dating! Surprisingly, it's the same girl that walked towards us in the afternoon before you brought me back home."

"I really don't know what's wrong with her, Amy; she just won't leave me alone, but she's hurt me so much."

Mohammad, an impetuous young man, told Amy that he and Deborah had broken up.

"I won't lie to you, Amy. Debbie and I broke up. She aborted my baby, and it hurts me so much. She didn't once stop to consider how I'd feel or ask for my consent. At this point, I want you, Amy; I no longer want anything to do with Deborah."

Amy got her hoity-toity on. She went through her phonebook, dialed a couple of people up, got Deborah's number at noon, and sent her several text messages.

Sies: You are a murderer. You killed Mohammad's fetus." Sies (expression of disgust): "I have never done anything to you, yet you keep pestering me. Leave me ALONE! Leave us ALONE! He doesn't want YOU!"

Those words were from a hurting girl child. Both of these girls held each other accountable for the pain they had endured at the hands of a man who had debauched the two girls and many more after them. He was their "first love." How were they supposed resist first love?

Mohammad's hocus pocus deceived the two young adolescent women. Consequently, they had become foes for no concrete reason. All at the hands of a man they were both infatuated with. Deborah reread the message several times. The words replayed over and over in her head.

"You are a murderer; you killed Mohammad's child."

Thats it! She tormented herself while envisioning her and Mohammad living happily ever after like Darby and Joan.

"Could this vision still be possible?"

"If she said I should leave them alone, does that mean Mohammad wants nothing to do with me?"

Deborah made her way to the medicine cabinet. She took out two bottles of painkillers. She was ready to end her life. She felt like a runaway slave. Each container contained 30 tablets, which she took simultaneously.

She lay on the bathroom floor, drowsy and half awake.

Meanwhile, Mohammad met up with his friends, and they played soccer right at the

cul-de-sac where he lived. The young men cheered on as they played.

"Defend, Defend!"

"Uit bal." (*kick out*)

"Kom nomer tien skop die bal." (Come, number ten, kick the ball!!)

After a hard-fought match, they sat down with a jug of water and ice cream that they had bought from the riverbed home shop.

These young men would talk about and date various types of women or girls, especially those with fair skin. The hierarchy of each race or color spoke to their status as men. They learned that Mohammad had switched Amy for Deborah.

Mohammad, bro, team light skin? You just let that go?" Edward asked.

"What happened to respecting the light-skins?"

Despite having feelings for Deborah, Edward didn't want to date her. She had symmetrical facial features that he admired, but they didn't match what she might have looked like unclothed.