IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Chapter Thirty Nine-frustrations

"This is the trash my daugther calls mom," she yells.

Am I the trash? If this isn't hilarious then I don't know what is.

Nathi clenches his teeth, it's very vivid to me when I notice his hard jaw. "That's my wife, Mpumi. You'll respect her," he roars.

I smile feeling completely jolly because of his meaningful words but I manage to hide it as quickly as it appeared.

"I want my daughter," she demands.

"You don't have a daughter. You left her when she was 6 months older, you have no hold on her. That woman you see over there is Lethu's mother." he still speaks clamly.

She gives me a dead glare and I smile in return.

"You'll tell him to give my daughter back to me, if you know what's good for you," she motions to me and coughs.

Couldn't this day get any better?

I stare right back at her while her face remains inches away from mine.

Oh how I wish I could fuck up that pretty face of hers.

"You really do think you have a daughter, don't you?" I chuckle and shake my head.

This is halirious, really.

"Bitch, please don't test me," she spits.

You see, if I wasn't a lady, I'd be mopping the floor with her.

"Nathi, please get this trash out of here," I glare at a very still calm Nathi.

Why on earth would he even allow this whore to enter the door of our house?

Straight into Nathi's office, I enter the code of his safe and soon I have the gun on my fingertips.

No woman will disrespect me in my house, claiming she wants her daughter and even worse, a daughter I've been raising as my own. So she better be gone when I get downstairs before I distractedly split her face into a booldy mince. Her family won't even recognize her when I'm done with her.

Oh there she is, still yelling her rotten lungs out.

"Get the fuck out of my house," I utter clamly with a determined warning.

The gun is on my waist of my jeans, I can pull it out in any second if she still opters to act crazy.

Finally, Nathi decides to get his ass up. "Just go because if you don't, you'll have to deal with her. And you won't like it," he defeatedly mutters and his stare bores on mine

I'm fuming and he acknowledges that.

"My daughter now," she demands.

Nathi waves off his hands as gesture to surrounder and he motions to stand behind me.

"Please don't do anything you might regret with that gun," he whispers.

How did he know? This gun is hidden.
I ignore him.

"You have no fucken daughter, Mpumi. You left her for a man, a dick. You're ridiculous. Why the hell are you here?" I fold my arms.

"You know nothing about me," she snorts.

"But I do know you're back because your low life boyfriend left you."

Her eyes go wide and I mentally high five myself. This thing of playing mind games comes in handy.

"You are wrong. I'm here for what belongs to me."

If there was remorse in her eyes, I swear I'd feel pity for her. But all I see is an empty person, no emotions in her words and eyes.