HEZEKIAH

"No Yaande, It's over!", He yelled with a straight face and unfaltering tone.

I had mixed feelings. I was happy yet insecure. I was free yet imprisoned. I was surprised yet disappointed. I was in bondage. An enslaved captive yet free. The unconditional condition. The unlimited limit.

" Katlego, you can not leave. We can always work this out. How about Tristan?", I asked as tears began to well up in my eyes.

I didn't understand myself. I was betraying myself yet again. I promised myself to never get into an abusive relationship. I promised myself that the father to my child would be my husband. I promised myself I would be Katlego's wife.

I made promises I thought would keep. I became miserable and that was reason enough to leave. But I didn't want to yet again. I had a son who needed his father around.

Katlego was the sweetest nightmare I ever came across. He was the man every woman wanted and wished was in bed with. He was spectacularly handsome. Handsome as hell, they would say. He was your biggest temptation both by looks and romance.

Above working for the office of the president, being good-looking and hard-working, he was abusive.

He was never smoking or drinking but he was almost always beating me. Several times, I would land in the hospital and would end up giving lame excuses of falling off the stairs or being run over by a random vehicle. I loved him so much it hurt.

Let me tell you a bit about Kat and me.

I met him at a church seminar and we talked endlessly from that day onwards. He completed my sentences and understood me very well. He was the male version of whom I was. A year into our relationship, I fell pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Tristan.

Tristan is our first child together. He is three and a half years old. He is a very bright and joyful kid. We are the happiest and most satisfied parents alive. And to imagine that all this may sink overnight? I wasn't willing to let go.

I had planned to leave Kat long ago but every time I brought up the topic, I'd get sandwiched between his punches. I slowly got used to being beaten and tossed around but I had to think of Tristan.

Do not get me wrong, Kat was a very good father. He was responsible, loving, and supportive in all honesty. But then again, My son couldn't grow in such an environment.

"You can stay with Tristan ... I'll be sending child support every month', He said as I snapped back into reality.

It wasn't about the money. That's one thing he never seemed to understand from the beginning.

I had been cohabiting with him despite having my own home. I had a small cabin I lent out to one of my friends. Over a year ago, the government was selling some property and I got a loan to buy the cabin.

" So I'm moving out?", I asked a little surprised yet expecting no answer.

This was going to be a little different. I'd need to readjust most of the things around me.

" You can go with everything we ever bought together, I will get new stuff by the end of the month", he said lifting the cloud of silence between us.

" I'll move out immediately. Excuse me ", I said, expecting him to beg me to stay back.

I excused myself and headed to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and met me. Was I ready? Or was I just playing myself?

I sat on the closed toilet seat and asked myself if that's what I wanted.

Was I not worth it? Could he be seeing someone else? Did I do something wrong? I had endless questions.

Quickly, I unlocked my phone and dialled my best friend - Yvette's number.

Her phone rang thrice before she finally answered.

" Hello, Yaande? How are you? How's everything ? ", I heard her say on the other end of the call.

" Hey ... I am ok and how are you? ", I responded.

She was in an environment with a crispy sound. She must have been frying something.

" I am okay thanks. What are you up to? ", she asked.

" Umm... Nothing... I just wanted to let you know that I'll be moving out of Kat's house and I'll need to move back in that side ", I said in a faltering tone.

" That's okay. You'll find me ", she said with so much joy in her tone.

" Ok. Later ", I said with so much relief.

" Later ", she replied.

I hang up the phone yet so embarrassed. Yvette may have sensed that something is wrong. I'd never know.

I turned the water on and washed my hands. I stepped out of the lavatory pretending all was well.

I went to the room I shared with Kat. I found him playing with Tristan who had now awakened. He was tickling him, something he loved to do to our dear son.

" Hey prince '', I said with opened arms as I stood in the doorway. Tristan quickly jumped off the bed and ran towards me. I quickly lifted him and kissed his forehead twice.

Kat agitatedly stood up when he recognized my presence back into the room. I could swear he was uncomfortable, it was like the ground should open up and swallow him. The whole room went quiet and it became awkward.

" Yvette said she'll be back in two days ", I lied and said to cure the silence in the room.

I was trying to buy time. Kat was a vulnerable man deep inside his heavily built body. I knew this once I was his. All the toughness was a major cover-up. He didn't want people penetrating his inner man and knowing his weaknesses.

He nodded his head to let me know he understood and walked towards me.

" Can I pass ? '', he asked sheepishly.

I sheepishly moved to the side with Tristan still in my arms, giving way to the man of my dreams.

" Hungry, aren't you?", I asked Tristan as we walked towards the bed. I lay him down and he giggled.

" I'm going out! ", I heard Kat shout in the next room.

" Can I get him ready and you drop him off by his grandmother's? I'll pick him after I've settled'', I shouted back in an unsure tone. The possibility of my request being granted was either one or zero.

Silence fell.

"Twenty minutes babe ... Yaande I mean", He said regressively.

I quickly packed a bag of clothes for him that would last three and a half weeks to the most. I wasn't sure how my settlement would be with Yvette.

I wasn't ready to expose Tristan to any other or more toxic environments. Kat was enough to poison my son. Yvette shouldn't, I should hope.

I packed all that was necessary. I was sure he would be safe and comfortable at his grandmother's place for now. This allowed me to heal and read the atmosphere at Yvette's.

I gave my mom a quick phone ring to let her know about the recent development but her phone went unanswered. I did the trial three times and it was still unanswered. She must have been busy, I suspected.

Kat came into the room just on time.

" She didn't answer", I said without looking at him.

"I'll call her on our way, if not ... I'll explain when I get there ", He said lowly.

Explain what? That he is leaving me? Or that I am moving out?

He put his hand on my shoulder and moved closer to me.

" You're not the problem, this just can't work ", he said in a whisper.

"Mom, are you coming with us?", Tristan interrupted before I could answer Kat.

I knelt and offered a hug with my arms spread wide. It was time I comforted the truth.

" Mommy has work to do, ok? But I'll come to see you soon. You're going to be with grandma. Your cousins Luyando, Mary, Chimwemwe, and Destiny are around", I said trying to cheer my son up into an understanding.

I hugged him tightly like this was the last time I'd see him. He meant the world to me and I expressed it in the hug I offered, hoping he understood.

"I love you so much, momma. I do, he said.

" I love you so much", I said as I kissed his forehead.

"Please get him something to eat on your way ", I told Kat.

He nodded in agreement and motioned his hand towards Tristan to give him a go-ahead.

I walked them out to the door and saw them off. I saw both my worlds leave. My small world's hand in my big world's hand. The most important man in my life. This was the last time I'd see them together this way.

Things were changing for the worst. I didn't see a world without Kat. He was entirely in my vision and plans as an individual. And this was the time I had to start eliminating him. I had to accept the change that was due.

Immediately they drove off, I closed the door behind me, almost sobbing. I was on a rollercoaster of emotions.

This was the beginning of my world crashing down before my very eyes. I did not know if being strong was an option at this point. But I just had to.

I had work to do. I needed to pack and leave. Not immediately but I needed to mentally arrange for transportation of my goods. All the calculations were needed.

I just had a lot to do. I'm a worrier and all this wasn't helping any in any way.

Time does drift.

Kat came back home and found me busy in the kitchen, making our last supper together. I neatly served the food on the tiny table we had in the bedroom.

Ignoring the effort, he began to dig into the food without saying a Thanksgiving prayer.

" Did you explain to mom ? ", I asked trying to break the cloud of silence.

He vigorously nodded his head in agreement. His nonverbal response made it difficult for me to penetrate a conversation. We finished the rest of our meal in silence and he helped me clean up afterwards.

I headed into the shower and stripped naked.

I turned the cold shower on and let the drizzle beat me to its temperature from my back downwards.

As I turned to face the shower, I rubbed my tit against the wall and it instantly stiffened.

I began to feel a tingle in my leg and left hip. Strangely, I knew what this meant.

I wasn't too sure if Kat would reject me again or desire me. I didn't risk anything.

I freely let my hands roam around my body. I felt like a stranger to my own body as I was used to different hands playing this role.

My hands went from my nipples to my navel and my lower back. I used my index finger to play with my naval in a rhythm.

Little did I know, but I caught myself breathing through the mouth with low moaning and mumbling sounds.

My hands kept exploring my body for I had never been the one to touch myself sexually before. As a response, my clitoris began to throb faster and it felt like it was competing with my heartbeat.

I could hear and feel them both.

I slowly slid my left hand down to my genitalia and pressed my clitoris so hard. The aim was to let it stop throbbing but then I began to feel waves of excitement and enjoyment.

I felt my vagina clutch hard. Chills went to all parts of my body. My spine attained a tingling sensation. Goosebumps surfaced. I felt a mighty rushing wind within me quickly trying to find a way out. Suddenly, after what felt like years, the rush came down calmly and I felt a warmth in between my legs.

I let go of my clitoris and caught up with my breath. I quickly did my hygiene as all the beautiful feelings completely subsided.

I stepped out of the bathroom relieved and refreshed. I quickly jumped into my pyjamas before joining Katlego in bed. I was avoiding sexually tempting him at all costs.

A peacefully asleep Kat was facing the wall. For the first time, we won't be facing one another and I understood that.

Many thoughts endlessly roamed in my head and they finally stopped when I dozed off into a deep sleep.

"Yaya! Yaya!", I heard a voice call as a thundering sound followed it.

I shifted into another comfortable spot on the bed.

" Yaya .... Wake up ", I heard a whisper as someone or something rested on the bed.

I lazily turned and opened my eyes slowly. I saw Kat looking at me admirably.

I knew that look. He desired me.

He drew closer and closer and kissed my forehead.

I looked him straight in the eye and he leaned forward to kiss me. He kissed me again and again and again. I pulled him closer to myself and placed my hands behind his head. Our kiss intensified and soon enough, he was resting in between my legs.

We were kissing as we both got out of our sleeping garments. As soon as he got his boxers off, his cock sprang up, as thick and hard as it has always been.

He kept grinding on me, his cock poking me as we continued to kiss.

"Turn around," he said. My heart leapt excitedly. I had always liked that about him. He was a man who wanted to take control and fuck from behind first.

I turned around on my hands and knees, spreading my legs and opening up my hole for him. I felt him kneel closer towards my ass rubbing it gently with his thick cock, smearing my backside with precum.

And then he was inside me, inside my warm, wet pussy. He pressed hard, sliding into me in one long thrust, meeting me as I pushed back against him.

He held my hips, both of us moaning as he held us together, my tight pussy clamped snugly on his throbbing dick.

He began to move, slowly at first, then deeper, harder, faster, meeting my demands as our moans echoed in the small bedroom.

He reached out and ran a fingertip over my ass, scratching me lightly and causing me to cry out louder as he drove into me.

My moans only urged him on even more as his thrusts became much more violent. He was hitting my core and even though I wanted to ask him to withdraw, the pleasure was too intense and I was very oblivious.

Suddenly, his cock bulged and his cum erupted inside me, jerking as jets of cum spurted into my pussy. He held onto my hips tightly, dragging me closer to him as he groaned out loud.

I tightened my walls around him, and his nails immediately dug into the skin of my ass and stayed that way until his culmination subsided.

He flipped me around and guided me so I was soon laying down on the bed. He stretched out slightly beside me, his erected cock brushing against my leg. It still dripped of our blended juices. His fingers traced the membrane on my inner thigh.

Finally, a single finger slid effortlessly into my post. I moaned softly as he penetrated me. He moved it back and forth in me, pushing it into his knuckle and pulling it out again to his nail. He was slow and standardized, teasing me and building my desire.

By the time he added a second finger and third fingers, I was hungry for him again. Now his fingers moved faster and sometimes bumping into my pleasure zones. The sensation was purely delectable. I wanted to scream out with desire and pleasure as I felt juice trickle down my legs.

He withdrew his hand and moved so that he was on top of me, his weight resting on his elbow on either side of me. I spread my legs so that he was comfortably between them, silently begging him to enter. He pressed against my opening and I could feel the wetness of the head of his dick teasing my lips.

He starred at me for a moment before he shifted. I looked at his face, his eyes were closed and he looked like he was deep in thought. Was he being regressive? Then he finally moved, the head pushing into me slightly. He inched into me slowly, moving in and stopping several times.

His dick felt big as he pressed against my walls and his shaft pushed against my g-spot. He made it deep inside me before he began to move. His thrusts started slowly as if we just began. He made sure to brush against my hot spots. I balled my hands into the sheets as I felt myself getting close to the peak.

He got into a rhythm with me, pushing deep and then pulling nearly out. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge. He looked down at me. His eyes were open and thick with desire. His pace quickened and I pushed my hips towards him, making the undeniable slap of flesh against flesh.

The morning was silent except for our thrusts and quick panting of our breaths. He looked at me and with a grunt, I could feel his spasms inside me.

He moaned but continued to push deep inside of me. I could not hold back much longer. The heat inside me exploded and I came in waves after waves as a shudder rippled through my body. He began to slow his pace until he finally stopped.

We both collapsed on the bed a few seconds later. I felt myself drifting to sleep and my last thought was that I needed to get the morning-after pill later in the day.

After what felt like hours, I awoke to cum still dripping out of my cunt.

I lazily wiped the remaining cum off on the sheets. I undressed the bed and folded the soiled sheets and threw them into one idle corner.

I lazily picked myself up and rushed to the bathroom to do my hygiene. It didn't take long because I had to go to KC's Medical Store to get Plan B.

I ensured I locked up the house as I left the house. I left all the security settings on and alert. The store wasn't so far from the house, it was just around the corner. I hadn't taken the time to get there.

I walked into the store with a hood over my head. I saw people make weird faces at me as I stepped in, I removed the hood off my head and went straight to the upright fridge to get a soda.

" Somebody help! ", I screamed.

The Herculean man pointed the gun at me from the old lady. His grip on the gun was stable and sure.

I was shaken. Scared. Insecure. I clamped my fists so hard and closed my eyes. I was frustratingly upset.

A heavy cloud of silence filled the entire room. Everyone was terrified.

The other two men began to walk around the store making, silly faces at us. It was embarrassingly foolish if you'd ask me. But there was nothing none of us could do at this point.

I heard a thumping crispy sound and I opened my eyes. The muscular man was walking towards me real slowly. I froze. My heart and pulse began to compete with one another. At this point, my legs weakened. This was the end. I wish I could have told Tristan how much I loved him.

His tattoos were more visible as he came closer. When he was only a few inches away, he stood and dropped the gun to the floor.

"Don't hurt me", I whispered with fear and flutter.

He took his vest off and exposed the nakedness of his Hirsute and moist chest. It revealed a huge dark scar running from his lower chest to his navel. He must have been hurt.

Little did I notice that I reached out and touched the genesis of his scar. I trailed it down with my index finger to where it ended and looked up to him. Instantly, there was a connection. I don't know what kind, but it's like I understand his pain.

" Scratch my back", he finally commanded as he gave me his back.

The first thing I noticed was his broad shoulders. Muscular and Potent. It carried the largest tattoo on his upper body.

Hezekiah. His name was Hezekiah.

This was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen or imagined. A man walks into a store, points a gun at two people, only to have his back scratched? Wow. The world had more psychopaths than I ever imagined.

I gently and smoothly scratched his back while giving his shoulders a little unprofessional massage. I continued to do this until I found a rhythm and his tensed shoulders fell into relaxation.

I slowly moved my hands down till I settled them on his backpack and massaged it gently. I continued to do this and soon enough I heard him groan and sigh into relaxation.

I looked at his back from his shoulder blades down to his ass crack. He is black. He is beautiful. He is buff. He is alpha.

I stared at his back and paused. Memories flashed of how I used to do this to Katlego. Katlego loved the way I'd scratch, massage, and play with his back till his itch was satisfied. While I was lost in thoughts, the man that gave me his back, suddenly turned.

I quickly snapped back into reality and realized that I could lose my life any second now.

" Thank you", he said in a low but proud tone.

I forcefully smiled after a second or two. I nodded my head in acknowledging the appreciation.

He picked up his vest from the floor and quickly wore it while still facing me. He turned and began to walk away.

" You forgot your ... Um ... guu .. gun'', I said with so much fear as I bent down to pick it up with intention of handing it over to him.

"Keep it!", he yelled without turning or changing his tone.

"It's a token of appreciation '', he continued to say without turning.

How rude. How disrespectful. I was becoming hot with anger. Yet, I dare not accept it. It was a matter of life and death. Or life and death.

His countenance was threatening enough.

I quickly opened my bag while trembling and packed the gun.

He proceeded to head out of the shop as his bodyguards followed behind. He never turned. He just went forward.

" Do you know him? Is he your boyfriend?", a tiny voice asked.

I turned and noticed the old lady who had earlier on been pointed the gun at, was right beside me. She was leaning on the counter still shaken and confused.

"No ma, I don't even know him", I embarrassingly said as I looked at my shoes.

I felt guilty and looked around the shop. I realized everyone was looking at me like an enemy. This made the place get hotter.

I quickly rushed to the till and paid for my soda and off I went. I was walking but yet unaware of my environment.

Who is that guy? Where is he from? Why do I feel like I know him? I was more concerned with who he was unlike what I'd do with the gun.

Why would he enter a shop with a gun and not Rob anyone? Not hurt anyone? So much for a back scratch, I thought.

The next thing I heard was a thud. I had accidentally bumped into someone's shoulder.

I almost fell to the ground but picked my balance right before I did. I lifted my head and saw a skinny good looking man frightened.

" I'm... I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I didn't mean to..." he said almost touching my face.

"It's ok. You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?'' I asked while avoiding his fragile touch.

He grinned his face and nodded his head in disapproval.

" Sorry. I must have confused you with someone else", I said with so much embarrassment.

I hurriedly walked past him and started jogging.

I looked back and saw his weird walk and remembered.

He is the weirdo I matched on tinder the other night. I created a tinder account the night Mr Mdnase called it quits with our relationship. I was matching everyone out of frustration. He got his fair share.

I didn't stop jogging until I reached the gate. I input my fingerprint and got in. I further on jogged till the doorstep. I sat on the porch for a second to entirely catch up with my breath.

My pulse and heartbeat in competition for a while. Finally, they all subsided and caught up with one another. Little did I know there was something more for me today.

I opened the apartment door to a hundred-thousandths of roses. I knew they were from him; he had found me.