Chapter 2
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I fiercely knock on Lucky's room door down the corridor. The room lights are off. He could be deep asleep. I mean it is 1 am now. I fiercely knock again and call out his name. I start hearing the mattress screech then footsteps slowly coming towards from from the other side of the door.
He's taking his time to open the door gets me even more heated up. Lucky finally opens the door.
"Sorry Kay, I was sleeping" he excuses as I stomp into his room.
"Sho," I say barging into his room
"Those are pretty hard stomps," he comments on my harsh footsteps.
"Yeah. Tee and I got into a disagreement," I simply say.
"I heard some glass shattering, I thought you were watching a movie are you hurt?" he asks me. "Did he-" he wants to say but I interject.
"You know Lucky, I want to be anywhere but here. Get me on a bus or a taxi. Let us leave now to Jo'burg if we can," I say.
"Hey, what's going on? Why do you look so agitated?" Lucky asks more questions.
"I want to go home. Can you drop me at my grandparents' house? It 20 minutes away, I can direct you," I ask.
"Your grandparents? You have family?" he asks in shock. I might have told him I do not have any living relatives besides my incarcerated dad. I just did not want to explain my family drama.
I stay quiet. My intense glare at him said enough for him to budge.
"I can't drive, I have been drinking," Lucky reminds me.
"Give me your keys then, I will drive myself there and return your car,"
"You must be joking. You look like you in shock! No!" he says to me. Lucky loves his car, no one else drives it but him.
I glare at him again.
"Fine, if you can't talk here, you can explain yourself in the car. The things you make me do," he says giving in, grabbing his car keys from somewhere in the room.
As I wait Mfundo walks out of his room and steps into the corridor. His room is opposite to Lucky's. I guess he heard my entire outrage from his room and decided to interfere.
"What's the ruckus? It's 1 am," he asks.
Lucky hides his keys and jacket were behind his back. The keys cause shuffle sounds as he does so.
"Ya'll are not seriously gonna drive somewhere," he lecturers. We ignore him and go on our way. We ignore him.
"I thought he hated monitors" Lucky whispers to me, and I chuckle.
"Lucky you can't be off to send Khaya to drink her liver away if not drive her into a tree before you find an open tarvan. This bad boy façade would not score points for you," Mfundo teases.
"Thapelo said the same thing to me. Do you guys sit and judge me all day,? I ask
"You guys aren't being rational. You're young but not invincible," he says unamused but we keep making our way to the elevator.
"Lucky, she is not going to like you more. You simping over her, enabling her behaviour," mfundo adds
"Mfundo, leave us alone. You do not know anything," Lucky comes back.
"'US?' Keep dreaming bro. I might not know anything according to you but I do know you are hiding car keys behind your back. I'm going to sleep. We all should go to sleep. It has been a tiring week and an even more tiring morning," Mfundo demands the both of us.
Mfundo does not like to entertain drama. He is very impatient when it comes to it. He usually diffuses it quickly.
"We'll do whatever we want," Lucky says sternly. He moves his hands away from his back shamelessly showing them off.
"Alright, your funeral then," Mfundo says. "This conversation was a waste of time," he whispers to himself.
"Go check on your friend," I advise before I walk away.
"Wear your seatbelts," he shouts to us.
I lead the way out of the hotel to the parking lot. Lucky follows steadily behind me.
In the car, I turned on the radio as the car engine heated up.
Lucky tried to ask me what the whole disagreement with Tee was all about. He knew it was serious because he heard glass shatter, I showed up in his room a short time after asking to go far away from the hotel.
I told him I did not want to talk about it, that I actually did not want to talk at all. He drove me to my destination in silence. I only spoke to let him know to turn and the radio music playing between.
"We're almost there, over the mountain, through the foggy trees," I direct.
"What's the thing between you and Tee? Are y'all together like that," he asks me.
"There's nothing happening like that and there's no slight chance it will. I don't think we're friends anymore," I answer.
I don't think there is a chance on earth, we'll ever become friends again. Buttons were pressed, lines were crossed and hearts were broken.
I walked into my grandparents' yard. It was not hard getting in. The front gate is never locked, I mean who would rob the pastor? The spare key to unlock the front door is still in its hidden spot.
I tried to be as quiet as I could sneaking in but I met them praying in the living room. They were in the middle of a morning prayer. They were praying aggressively and they were delighted to see me.
Last time I was in the house was when I left for university.
I always wondered what will make me come back. But this is just for the night. My flight for tomorrow to go back to the Cape, I booked in the car ride here.
"Khaya, what are you doing here my baby not that you are not welcomed it's just late. How did you get here? I'm so relieved to see you," my grandfather overfloods me with hugs.
"I uhm. I uhm," is all I can say, my body getting overwhelmed with fear and guilt.
"You are at home. You are safe," my grandmother tells me encouraging me to finally speak out.
"I was at the LHM concert with friends, we argued and I got violent with one of them and I did not know where else to go," I manage to say leaving out the friends.
My grandparents embraced me into a hug breaking out into a prayer. For me, for Thapelo and for our friendship.
After the 15 minute prayer, they fed me and sent me to my room.
One second in laying on my bed and I fell asleep and the next I am woken to the worst news ever.
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