IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Chapter Twenty Five-Mpendulo

Even though I'm a deep sleeper, I swear I heard the door click, very loudly. But I still keep my eyes shut, I don't want to wake up and face the bitter taste of reality.

Though even if I wanted to run away from reality, I couldn't. That's the bitter truth and I eventually have to face the rocky music.

I can literally feel someone's heavy presence.

"Wake up."
I hear a husky deep voice uttering.

Slowly I flutter my eyes open, slightly wishing that morning shouldn't have come this early.

"Wake up," he utters again. Agressively.

"What's wrong?" I weakly question, covering my face with the warm blankets.

When the hell did he get discharged?

"Who the fuck are you?" He roars.

"What do you mean?" I bolt up from the bed unsteadily and face him.

I need to look him in the eye. This is not Nathi.

"I mean who the fuck are you? Why are you even wearing my favourite shirt? What do you want?" disapproval appears on his face.

"It's me, sthandwa sam," my eyes willingly start to water.

"Don't call me that. I don't know who you are, or what you want, but if it's money you're after, you're not getting it," he bitterly spits.

That hurt really bad. He is so mean to me and I hate the massive accusations. I feel so disgusted by his insults.

"I don't want your money," I half yell feeling unbearably defeated.

"Then what the hell do you want?" he shouts and I flinch.

He has never spoken to me with such a harsh voice before.

"You," I whisper more to myself, afraid to even say it louder.

I think he heard because the look on his face is deadly and if looks could kill, I'd probably be dead by now.

"Get out," he demands pointing an accusing finger at me.

I'm not going anywhere.

"You need to remember me, Nathi, Please,"
I beg and take a few steps closer to him. My hands touch his rough jaw that's tightly cleaned and I feel his breath hitching.

"We're deep inlove, Love. Let me help you remember, please." I stare deep into his dark brown eyes, trying to read him but his expression remains blank, and his body also remain intensely stiff.

"Please," I whisper.

"I said get the fuck out of here," He shouts and grabs me by my arm roughly walking us out of the bedroom.

I knew he could be ruthless but never did I imagine he'd show me that side of him one day.

I thought we were making progress back there.

"You're hurting me, Nathi," I scream as he drags me down the hallway to the direction of the stairs.

He completely ignores my harsh whimpers.

"Nathi, what are you doing?" his mom screams looking terriffed as soon as her eyes witness her son's deadly actions.

She rushes halfway up to the stairs and pushes his son forcefully away from me.

"Are you okay?" she helps me up.

I nod my head yes.

But what I'm really am is far away from ever being okay.