Melokuhle

My face still had a little bit of sting from where he hit me. My eyes were red from all the crying I had done yesterday night.

I looked at myself in the mirror and there I could see a little bit of bruise forming. Tears stung my eyes as I applied a little bit of make up trying to hide it.

Getting up from bed was a huge challenge. I had hoped that I would sleep in but I couldn’t, not with Melusi in his moods.

I stood up and went out the door, my heart was pounding on my chest wondering if if i’ll see him, I really hoped not. I had not prepared myself enough to want to know how I will act around him.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw my food on the porch and with no Melusi insight.

I took the bowl of mixed fruits and started eating but my mind trailed back to when we were in thay boat, seeing my father was the most wonderful feeling ever.

I still questioned myself if he asked me to go with him would I have went?

I had gotten used to this place that leaving it seems insane to me. I missed my family so much but I have grown used to this love and hate.

I sat back and placed the empty bowl on the table.

And I thought that by today I would have woken up resenting him but I didn’t, no, no bone in me wanted to leave even if that meant suffering at his hands.

I chuckled, I was now one of those people who stayed in abusive relationships? But this was no relationship it is just one sided love.

I closed my eyes and growled, sure this is confusing.