It Can Only Get Better E-Book

Prince-RoNN Mulea

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

After sliding off the finger tips of death Leticia finds her way back to loving the same hands that almost took her life. Despite the fact that everyone in her life resent the man who almost killed her.

Her son Ben wonder sing around with no knowledge of the actions taking place around him but everything just bliss for him and his best friend Macko 

Leseprobe

Prince-RoNN Mulea

It Can Only Get Better

Please don't GO!

With the tragic situation of GBV in the South of Africa It Can Only Get Better gives us an insight of a fictional abusive relationship. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Please Don't Go

Daisy

Ronald Mabuza

Leticia Mabuza

Benjamin Mabuza

Litha Peters

Thando Mazibuko

James Roberts

Zinhle Mazibuko

Makhosini Mazibuko

Daisy

CHAPTER ONE

PLEASE DON’T GO!

He has beaten me before but never like this; today I saw a different side of

him. I usually scream and attempt to run. Today I just stood there while he

ripped me apart. The whole time i was just wondering how i ended up here. I

would look up and see the rage on his face that had so much hatred and anger it

was almost demonic.

I wanted to scream, kick, bite or anything to make him stop for just a minute so

i could wipe the blood coming from my right eye.

My baby

I hope he was fast asleep and couldn't hear the noise of these punches and kicks

and his father’s insults.

Now I’m lying on the cold floor the blood covering the most part of my dining

room tiles, they look so shiny from down here Daisy did a great job on them. I

originally wanted wooden tiles but our decorator thought these would give the

room a classy feel.

I taste blood in my mouth, of course there is. I'm trying to breath as slow as i

can maybe if he thinks I’m about to die he will stop.

I should be in so much pain but most of it is not physical.

My sight is blurry but i can see a piece of my blue David Tlale dress across the

room, damn i loved that dress. What a pity.

The punches have stopped, i think.

I can’t feel anything, i just want to lie here and if it weren't for my son I’d say

something so he can come back and finish me off.

Oh look, there are a number of my dread locks lying next to the sliding door

There, ha I guess I’m cutting my hair sometime soon

Depending on when i am going to get up from this not so cold floor.

Maybe i should sleep here...

But my son, my baby can’t see me like this.

That boy is my everything, literally. He looks so much like his father you'd

swear babezomphika. I hope he takes only the good parts about Ronald.

My husband Ronald.

He can be good trust me, if i told people he beats me to pulp they would tell me

i am lying and want to destroy a good man. He was never like this.

I met Ronald after university when i graduated as a Neuropsychologist from Wits. One

of the happiest days of my life, after Benjamin's birth.

Ours was the kind of love that everyone envied; my mum was sceptical about it

because she thought we were moving too fast.

I was in love, we both were.

Within a year we had tied the knot, when people asked why so fast we told them

we didn’t want to live one moment away from each other. I had prayed for days

like this. I was happy.

I was Mrs Leticia Mabuza and i was never happier.

The beating, well the beating started with a slap.

It all started with a slap, when i was pregnant with Benjamin.

I lost it, i still had the fire and what people say is self-worth, yeah i still had

that. I went home and told my parents they told me to file for divorce and that i

should leave that man and stay home with them. My friends thought i was

overreacting besides my best friend Zinhle who was on my parent's side.

But to be honest, i was 6 months pregnant and couldn’t be staying with my

parents without a job. So i went back to my man who hadn’t stopped apologising

and coming to my parents' house which almost got him killed by my dad.

There were promises of change and getting help i forgave him and we moved on to

the birth of our amazing little boy Benjamin Ethan Mabuza, my pride and joy.

It was beautiful.

Ronald couldn’t wait to tell everyone he met that he is now a father, He now has

a son. He said it with so much pride.

I was happy i could bring such happiness to him.

Benjamin was a year old when a full beating came, i was mostly shocked than

hurt. I didn't tell my family because they had warned me this would happen. I

feared the judgement.

My dear Ronald apologised and begged and made cute scenes at my work place,

we decided i can start work after Benjamin's 1st birthday.

I forgave him again.

Everyone thought i was the luckiest girl in the world. We were now married for

3 years and I had learnt a lot of things about my husband, the cheating, beating

amongst other things. This is what they called marriage? I would have never

dreamt this would be my life at 26. Zinhle told me to get out before it’s too late,

to where? I have a son.

The shower is getting cold i should probably get out,

The spirit is willing but the body is weak. I didn't know a person could bruise

like this. I look like a drawing someone created for those domestic violence

posters.

I cannot recognise myself in the mirror. I look like a mess. My eyes need to get

cleaned or whatever they do to huge clots, I’m almost blind. I try to get up

Shit! I think i broke or cracked a rib, it’s already purple where he kicked me,

Ronald is strong. He surely broke something.

It takes me what feels like 3 hours to dress into my sweatpants and hoodie. I

don’t know what I’m going to do with this face there is no hiding with make up

here, this is some plastic surgery shit. Find the worst picture of someone beat up

in your head, yeah i looked like that. Lips, eyes cheeks, everything was

swollen.

It’s now close to 6am

Daisy will be here soon and Benjamin must get ready for school. I should be

getting him ready. He must not see me like this.

I text Daisy letting her know that i won’t manage to get Ben ready so she can do

it when she gets here. I also tell her to make sure he doesn’t get into the dining

room there is a mess there.

After texting her i sent an email to work saying I’m not feeling well and will

need the week off.

My boss is a nice white old man called James. He always understands plus he

always says I’m the best he's got so he can’t afford to lose me.

I take my "after a beating kit" and slightly overdose on the pills cause damn this

pain!

I’m laying on my bed thinking of what to do. Honestly what am i going to do?

Ronald won’t come home for at least 3 days, he disappears every time when he

does shit like this. It will give me time to think.

I'm woken up by a splitting headache; i get up too fast and hurt my leg in the

process. Shit it hurts!

The room is dark now, its evening already. I need to pee.

It hurts when i do anything, that’s how bad it is.

I hear a slight knock on the door; i think they heard me flush.

"Madam" Daisy, i told her not to call me that. She is way older than me. She

shouldn't.

"Yes" i say behind the door

“i cleaned the house and washed everything..." i know what she is talking about.

“Madam Zinhle called the house phone and said she picked Benjamin up with

Makhosini at school and she is on her way" she says, always so politely.

"Thank you, aunty you can leave the house keys with the guard tell him to open

up for Zihle when she gets here" i say back

“Okay madam, get well soon" get well soon? I want to laugh. I start laughing

like a mad person and the pain!...but i can’t stop. So this is where I’m at now,

my helper pitying me.

I grab my phone and see 22 missed calls

1 from James, I’m guessing he wanted to check on me, 8 from Zinhle with a

couple if texts i dare won't open and the rest from husband dearest.

After a few minutes i hear giggles and laughs sounding like Makhosini Zinhle's

son and Benjamin. I know Zinhle will be banging at my door in 5....4....3....2..

"Vula umnyango! We Ticia! Open the door" the drama is here!

" Okay okay I’m coming" comes out more like a whisper. I look at my face

again in the mirror and there is white stuff forming around my mouth where it’s

swollen. I open the door.

She starts crying