PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE WILL BE NO BIRDS UNTIL NEXT MONDAY. THANK YOU
Saturday- 03:10 a.m.
What I do remember is Brian carrying me in his strong arms because I was DRUNK. Yes, Pontso Molomo drunk. I couldn’t believe it either. Somehow it was more fun than I thought it would.
“Mmm, mmm no, no Brant I want to go back. Take me back to Audrey.” I tried saying to him when we got to my house. “Where are your keys, in the clutch?” he said ignoring my request. He then released me from his arms.
“Pontso.” He said. I was hearing him but my mind was still at the club. I just looked at him whilst reeling on his arm.
“Okay, don’t fall. Let go…let me get your house keys, Pontso.”
I stood there waiting; and balancing my tall figure against the wall. It was dark. Probably around 3 a.m. in the morning.
Brian then came back with my clutch and took out my house keys.
“No let me!” I tried to seize the keys from him. “It’s my house!” I said screaming. The OH-group in my system was surely messing with me.
My front door was open. I tried to pace in; but stumbled and fell next to the couch. “Pontso you are drunk. Stop it….just lie here on the couch. I will go get you a blanket. I can’t carry you upstairs.”
I crawled on the floor and I reached the top of the couch.
“Hoo!” I shouted
A few minutes later; Brant came back from my bedroom with a blanket. He was also carrying something else on his right hand. I eyed him with my faint eyes as he went down the stairs looking somehow heated.
“Pontso what is this?” he lifted up the gift basket.
I said- “Can you…can you get me some water? I think I’m going to puke.”
I was suddenly feeling nauseated. I needed a glass of water. Something to balance the alcohol.
He ignored me,-“This is from Macky, Pontso. Why is he sending you gifts?…. jewellery, gift cards. Why is he sending you gifts Pontso?” he repeated looking at me like I kill babies for a living.
I was getting annoyed for some reason. I shouted at him -“Brian, could you please get me some water!”
He moved closer to me. He then held me by my hair like I didn’t notice he was upset already.
He said-“Right now I don’t care gore o tagilwe, I don’t care if you are drunk… And I know you heard what I just asked you. So I am going to give you one last chance. Why is Macky sending you gifts?!”
I looked up at him twisting my short hair. “You are hurting me. Let go of my hair, satane!” I shouted back at him.
He then looked right into my eyes like he didn’t know what to do and then… came the hot slap!
That slap echoed throughout the entire house. But for the nerve of me; I didn’t feel pain when he hit me.
“Pontso! Macky? Are you kidding me?”
He paced towards the front door. He then hit the door hard with his right leg.
He then came back more fuming. He asked- “How long have you been sleeping with him? How long Pontso!”
I ignored his question. Since he was not willing to get me some water; I thought i will just get it myself. I attempted standing up; but he tripped my right leg, and I fell on the ceramic tiles with my lips.
He then started kicking me on my stomach while I tried to reach for the couch again.
“So Thabiso was telling me the truth the whole time? …He saw you. He saw the two of you in Macky’s car!”
“Pontso, Ke tla o bolaya! I will kill you!”
He continued kicking me, -“You were just a spoilt brat when I met you. Now you are the famous spoilt brat because of me!”
With that punch line;-he then held my short hair again. He folded his fist and then went straight to my left chick.
And there it was …pain! Pain from the Nike sneakers that were now going back and forth towards my stomach.
I started feeling it all .I wanted to scream for help; but my pride couldn’t let me. If he wanted to kill me; I would have to kill him first.
However, when I started feeling blood in my mouth; I tried to plead for him to stop, – “Brant please stop, please! I am sorry. Brant please! I am sorry!” Nevertheless; he continued kicking and slurring at me. “Brant, you are hurting me. Brant!” I cried out.
He kept kicking me, and shouting at me. I couldn’t even hear what he was saying. I wanted to call out for help, but my voice wasn’t loud enough.
When i attempted crawling on the floor away from him; he dragged me across the floor by my legs back to him. My belly was literally cleaning the floor.
“I love you Pontso, and this is how you repay me?” he looked down at me with so much antagonism. I then suddenly noticed tears in his eyes.
“Pontso!” he called out my name like he could just choke. He then let go of me. I could sense he was still standing next to me but I couldn’t look at him. My eyes just shut.
When I heard his footsteps; I opened my eyes. He grasped the gift basket from the couch and he walked out through the door.
Then there was blurriness, and then nothing at all.