Chapter 4
900 Words
When I got into the house I cried. I thought the tears would stop or dry out but they just kept coming. Even after I had calmed down they kept coming. It was like they had a mind of their own. Like they were hurting more than I was.
I couldn't control anything. My body was shaking, my emotions were getting the best of me and I almost drowned in my thoughts. I couldn't handle being so helpless so I did the one thing that would help me escape reality temporarily. I slept. Even through the craziness of my own head I slept. No dreams, no Dré just blank.
When I woke up I had swollen eyes. 'What was I crying in my sleep' I thought to myself irritated. I didn't dare check my phone. That would probably open the floods gates and I didnt want to go to church looking like that.
It was Sunday morning. I quickly showered and then got dressed in my church clothes. There wasn't a uniform or anything. It's just that Sunday church called for a certain formality. Friday was youth and because it was just you and your peers you dressed less formally.
When I went downstairs I found my mother sitting on the couch with a worried look on her face.
"Bree honey, are you okay?" She asked. Wow. No morning love. Did you sleep well? Straight to the point. I guess that's why I loved my mother.
"Yes mama I'm fine." I said trying to keep my emotions off my face.
"Well I just got off the phone with Dré and he says you two were in a pretty big fight." Wow. He did not do that. He couldn't tell me s**t to my face but he had the nerve to bring my mother into business that didn't concern her. My respect for him just kept growing smaller and smaller.
"Mama can you please just let me and André sort..."
"André?" She asked cutting me off. "Since when do you call him André?" The look on her face grew with more concern.
"Since yesterday. Mama all I wanted to do was go to church. I don't want to fill my mind with André." I said. I really didn't want to fight with my mom about this this. I love her. I do. But this one is between Dré and I.
My mother looked at me for a few seconds. "Fine." She said. "Lets go then."
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When we got back from church my mom started preparing Sunday dinner. That was the other thing I loved about Sunday. It was a tradition here at the Dlamini house that the family had to eat together on Sunday. This tradition was started by my dad. The reason why I loved it so much was because my mother always went all out when it came to Sunday dinner.
I was grateful when she rejected my offer to help in the kitchen. I went straight upstairs to my room. I couldn't help switching on my phone. I had switched it off after my fight with Dré. I had a few missed calls and messages from him but I didn't open them for obvious reasons. I also had messages from Ay and Mike. I opened the one from Ay first.
Ay: Hey love what's going on. Andre tells me you two were in a pretty big fight. First of all, are you okay? And secondly what happened? Whatever it is just know that you can tell me. I'll always be there for you. No matter what.
Aww. At least I had a best friend that cared about me. But I didn't feel like replying. I'd talk to her on Monday. I then opened the message that was from Mike.
Mike: Hey. I know it's a Sunday but do you wanna hangout?
Bree: Hey. I'm sorry I can't. I've been through a rough yesterday so I just wanna stay at home.
Mike: Why? What happened?
Bree: Believe me you don't want to know.
Mike: Okay Bree, if I didn't want to know I wouldn't have asked.
Bree: Oh right. I forgot you are one of those straight forward people. Anyways I'll leave out the details but Dré and I were in a pretty big fight.
Mike: Damn are you okay?
Bree: I will be.
Mike: Can I call?
Bree: No.
Mike: Why not? I'm here if you need to talk.
Bree: I know thanks. I'm still dealing with it myself. My mom even rejected my offer to help in the kitchen.
Mike: You cook?
Bree: Well I do but I'm not very good at it. Emphasis on the word help.
Mike: Lol. I wish I could come over to eat.
Bree: If you did you would be on for a treat because today we are having oxtail.
Mike: I love oxtail. Please make sure there's enough for me too.
Bree: Hahaha. Okay.
Mike: I'm being serious.
Bree: Please don't tell me you're outside my house.
Mike: Dont worry I'm not. Just bring me some tomorrow.
Bree: Okay. Before I forget please send me the address to that house party.
Mike: Willow oak estate house no. 251. In the west rand. We can go together. That way you won't have to look for the house.
Bree: Okay.
Talking to Mike made me feel better.
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