His to fix
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They say you need to heal in order to not bleed on people who didn't cut you but how do you heal when you see the person who cut you so deeply carry on with life without giving two shits about what they did.
'and while you're at it, tell me why you fucken ran away like a little kid on Saturday' Qhawe says, roaring in my face. His face veins popping off.
'Qhawe please leave me alone' I say while trying to break off his strong hold on my waist.
'I said fucken tell me and don't make me ask you for the third time or I swear uMaZulu, you'll regret it' he says with the coldest stare which leaves me shaking with fear.
'I'm a fucken Virgin okay!' I say shouting in his face, equally vexed.
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