Chapter 5.

She moved fast to her  and hugged her so fast.

"What are you doing here , I thought you were supposed to be home ", she asked.

"Yes I know but I had to run a few errands and I'll be back before my parents are back", Ntsiki said with a wide grin across her face .

Ntsiki was the neighbour anf also her friend right now . On her first day to her new school. She'd missed school that day because  she had a cold and Khanyisile was a little bothered since it would get worse in this cold weather.

The air nipped at their cheeks and they both made shivering sounds . Khanyisile buttoned her coat amd held it closer to herself. She rubbd the sudes of hrr arms to try kèlp hrrslef warmer.

"Let's go before you get worse", she dragged her towards a kombi that would take them home.

Half an hour later she was finally home and she couldnt be nay happier. She was dine with school at the moment and all she had to do was make syre taht she studued frequently so taht when they opened for the last term of the  year.

As soona as she got hime she got something to eat and luckily enough she didn't have to cook since her father would bring back some take outs . She went upstairs and tooks off her clothes and got in her  purple pyjamas.  She tuggged herself under her comfortable king sized bed and warm covers . She took her phone in took of her night stand scrolling down her Facebook.

Seconds after that she head the rian finally pour , heavily. The thunder road loudly and she was startled a little throwing her phone on the carpeted floor. She swung her legs after dropping it and took it , opening the drawer she took out her headphones scrolling down her spotify music list. She hoped that it could calm her a little bit . She was terrified of the thunder and lighting. It took out her worst nightmares from their darkest dooms.

Where she thought they had been burried forever   but they always found a way to make themselves known whenever she thought that she was ready to move on.  Reminding her of the hell hole she was once in. Terrifying the life out of herself , as if she would come in the door looking for her with the whip on her right hand and a ciggar and glass of bear on the other.  Whipping her for not pleasing any of her customers.

She would go to bed  whith blood dripping out of her wounds in her whole body . Knowing very well that she wouldn't have enough time tp sleep if she bothered taking a bath so she would just take care of the wounds in the morning.  Sleeping in her own pool of bold was nothing new to her so the smell of dried blood would be the furst thing she would smell in the moring if it wasn't her mother's cigarette.