Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 02:40:54 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Curtis Seduces: Chapter 16 (gay/adult-youth)

I had to think quick. Charles was so angry that he was close to killing me
himself, and if he were to discover what Dwayne and Sean had gotten up to,
he would certainly not be able to apply any self control whatsoever, and
now what with Gary on the way over to the Mbwanga's, I had to get Charles
out of the house. They could NOT meet.

Deloris and Gamu arrived back from the violin lesson, and went straight to
the kitchen to wash up the pots and pans from dinner.

I took Sharon's iPhone4S out of my pocket and looked through her messages,
trying to find some communication between her and Charles.

"Whose phone is that?" Dwayne asked me.

"Your dad's mistress' fam, I jacked it from her yard yesterday, remember
the photo I sent you?"

"So you and my dad are banging the same chick?"

"Yeah". I replied. "And thank fuck we are, otherwise we'd have no hope of
getting through the rest of today".

I discovered that they communicated on Whattsapp. There were a few messages
from Sharon saying things like 'come over, I need to see you', and 'Johns
gone out for a couple of hours can you pop over?'. So I messaged Charles
from her phone. 'We need to talk urgently, Johns out, come over now'. "I
hope this works", I said as I clicked send.

"What's the plan?". Dwayne asked.

"We have to get rid of your dad, because Gary is on the way here and they
CANNOT meet! I'm gonna sneak out and go confront him fam".

"Do you want me to come with you?" Dwayne asked loyally.

"Nah fam, you stay here, just in case anything happens. I might need an
alibi who can vouch for me being here".

We heard the front door slam, so we ran to look out of the bedroom
window. Charles jumped in to his car and sped off down the road off to see
Sharon, taking the bait.

"Gotta make my move now". I ran downstairs, greeted Gamu and Mrs. Mbwanga
and quickly explained how Charles had suggested that I stay the
night. "Would it be possible for me to have a shower?" I asked.

"Of course, go for it". Deloris replied.

I darted back upstairs, grabbing Charles' long black coat from the
coat-hook on the way past, and putting it on as I ran. It was far too big
for me, reaching down beneath my knees. Once in the bathroom, I locked the
door, turned the shower on, opened the window wide and climbed out, sliding
straight down the drainpipe. I put on Dwayne's black Nike gloves, retrieved
my bike from around the side of the house and cycled at break-neck speed
towards Sean's house using the route that I would presume Gary to take,
down the High Street, and then left towards their house.

When I reached the High Street I saw him in the distance by the wall of the
estate agents, he was wearing his white Slazenger track-suit and white
Lonsdale trainers and he was pacing up and down a bit looking like he was
giving himself a pep-talk. I turned around, to take a back route so as not
to be caught on CCTV, slowing to a halt at the end of the side road at its
junction with High Street where he was standing. As he was around the
corner, I could not see him, but I could hear his angry mutterings.

"Gary" I called him, from around the corner.

He emerged. "It's you!". He looked livid.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a friendly tone.

"I wanna speak to you". He snapped following me around into a dark
alleyway, where the commercial bins are stored along the back of the
shops. The stench was almost too much to bare. A rat ran out from
underneath a bin and scurried off, with a half-eaten chicken wing in it's
mouth.

Out of sight, and out of earshot from anyone, I stepped off my bike and
leaned it against the wall. "What's up Gary, you look pissed off". That was
certainly the understatement of the year.

"I know what you have done". He accused, walking towards me, trying to
out-intimidate me, fuelled by his anger.

"And what have I done, prick?" I mocked, "Fam, you ain't thought this
through properly, a pussyole like you can't take ME down". I taunted him.

"You have no idea how angry I am, you fucking bastard". He ran at me and I
let him throw a couple of punches to my side, unchallenged. He pushed me
back against the brick wall of the bin-store, and prepared to lay into me
again, but in one swift move I lifted the hem of the coat, pulled the
kitchen knife out of my jeans pocket and plunged it firmly into his
waist. The next sixty seconds happened in slow motion, all noise was
blacked out, the innocence of the silence masked from me the gravity of
what was unfolding. I pulled the knife out of Gary's body and plunged it
into him again, this time penetrating his chest. The blade entered his body
surprisingly easily. Again and again I stabbed him in the abdomen, the
chest and the neck; his white tracksuit gradually turning red as blood
flowed out of the twenty or so fatal stab wounds that I inflicted upon
him. At some point during the frenzy, Gary fell to the ground, and breathed
his last. His body lay there in the bin-store, behind the shops of Keynsham
High Street in a pool of blood. I looked down, disbelieving that I had done
such a heinous thing, but still running on adrenalin, I threw the knife in
the large bin, mounted my bike, and cycled back to Dwayne's house. I put my
bike back around the side of the house, removed the blood splattered coat,
stuffing it under the shed, and climbed back up the drain-pipe and into the
bathroom. I threw the gloves into the shower, the water ran red. I quickly
removed my clothes. There was no blood evidently on them, as they had been
covered by the coat, but there was a light splattering of blood on my
trainers. I washed them thoroughly, scrubbing them with the nail brush,
until every last speck of blood was removed. I also scrubbed the gloves
clean before showering quickly. I took a towel from the shelf and partially
dried myself, wrapped it around my waist and making sure the bathroom was
clean and tidy, I carried my clothes into Dwayne's room, put my trainers
and Dwayne's gloves on the radiator to dry, and asked to borrow a vest or
t-shirt if he had one that would fit me. Dwayne opened his drawer and
passed me a red string vest which I put straight on. Fortunately I had been
wearing a pair of basketball shorts underneath my jeans, so I put them back
on too, to wear in bed. I folded my jeans, underwear, socks and shirt and
put them in a pile behind the door, and relaxed.

"So?" Dwayne eventually asked me, having acknowledged my need for time to
calm down.

"Gary will not be troubling us fam". I replied.

"What did you do, Curtis?"

"What you asked me to fam". I replied. "I took care if it".

Dwayne realised that now was not the time for questions. I also think that
he realised that Gary was dead because he hugged me, pressing his head
firmly to my chest.

"Would you boys like some hot chocolate?" Deloris asked, knocking at the
door.

"Oooh, yes please Mrs. Mbwanga" I said, opening the door back to
normality. "By the way, I think you should check on Thandi, she was having
stomach cramps".

Deloris instantly forgot about the hot chocolate and ran to the girls
room. Thandi was doubled-up in pain, "I'm bleeding, mummy". She cried.

"Quickly, I'm taking you to the hospital". Deloris ordered her, helping her
daughter up off the bed and down the stairs. As she opened the front door,
Charles was just arriving home, having driven to Sharon's to find that John
WAS home after all. In fact it was John that answered the door to him. In a
moment of quick-thinking genius, Charles pretended to be a Jehovah's
Witness, and John soon 'closed the door in his face'.

"Can I use your car darling" Deloris asked Charles, wanting to save time,
as her's was in the garage.

"I will come with you". Charles replied, getting back into the drivers
seat, and giving Thandi a glance which said 'You keep your mouth shut'. As
they drove to Frenchay Hospital, Deloris phoned Gamu to tell her why they
left the house so suddenly, and asked her to make me and Dwayne some hot
chocolate.

A few minutes later Gamu knocked at Dwayne's room and presented us with a
tray of hot chocolate and cookies. I enjoyed the length of time that she
spent staring at me in my shorts and Dwayne's slightly too small string
vest.

"What is he, an exhibition?" Dwayne joked.

"Oh, sorry, was I staring". Gamu apologised.

"Did you two want me to fuck off for a bit?" Dwayne asked sarcastically.

"Cut the swearing, Kuda". Gamu chastised him. "And no, remember daddy said
that we are to treat Curtis as a brother and ONLY a brother" she smiled.

"What, and you've never kissed ME?". Dwayne reminded her, encouraging our
blossoming affection.

"Not like THAT, I haven't". She laughed.  I stared at Gamu with pouted lips
and baby-deer eyes.

"OK", she said "A brotherly kiss". She moved forward and put her hands on
my waist, allowing her fingers to poke through the holes of the string
vest, we looked at each other in the eyes, and although I was fearful that
she might see a murderer, the genuineness of the love I had growing for
Gamu hid the tragedy and horror in my eyes. Our faces moved closer
together. Her scent was intoxicating, and the chemistry between us was
tangible. We edged closer, but just as our lips were about to touch, Dwayne
grabbed hold of the hem of both legs of my basketball shorts and ripped
them down to the floor 'pantsing me' as we call it.

Gamu shrieked and stepped back covering her eyes with her hands, but
intrigue forced her to peep between her fingers. She gasped at seeing my
long, thick penis swinging between my legs.

Dwayne was laughing uncontrollably; I turned to grab him, neglecting to
pull my shorts back up, putting him in a headlock and forcing his head
inches from my groin.

"OK guys" Gamu said, "I'm gonna leave you two to your cocoa, and see you in
the morning". As she turned to leave. I released Dwayne, darted to the
door, grabbed her face gently and planted a 'brotherly kiss' on her lips.

"Goodnight babes". I said as she left, closing the door behind her. I
turned to Dwayne, "you gangsta" I laughed.

"She needed to see what she's getting herself into" Dwayne smiled.

"Or, what will be getting into HER" I joked.

"You take Tawanda's bed" he pointed to the bed on the left". The two single
beds are pretty close together as the room is small, with less than a metre
gap between them.

I lifted the vest over my shoulders and put it back in Dwayne's drawer and
then clambered into bed. Dwayne deliberated as to whether he should also
sleep naked, but in the end settled on sleeping in his shorts.

Shortly before midnight there was a light knock at the door, it was
Charles. "Are you boys awake?"

"Yes daddy". Dwayne answered. Charles opened the door and poked his head
in.  "Where's mummy and Thandi?"

"Thandi has to stay in overnight, but they say that she will be home
tomorrow, and your mother is staying in hospital with her". He explained.

"Is she OK?" I asked.

"She is fine son, but, she has lost the baby". He looked down, guilty. "It
is for the best son". He left, closing the door quietly.

"He killed my baby". I said in disbelief, for the first time the fact that
I was going to be a father hit home, but in the same moment the beauty of
it was ripped out from under me by the realisation that my baby was dead.

I messaged Thandi. 'I'm so sorry, I heard the news'.

'My father is going to pay for this, Curtis, he has killed our baby. I
don't know HOW, but he will pay'.

'I know how'. I suggested. 'It's peak, but he deserves it'.

'How?' She enquired.

'I'll tell you when I see you, but for now stick to this story babes... It
was Gary Clarke, Sean's dad, that raped you'.

'What? I can't accuse someone innocent of that'

'Trust me Tabita' I used her school name 'He is NOT innocent'.

'I don't understand' she persisted.

I called her, so as not to 'write the evidence'. "Don't act shocked if your
mum is there, do you hear me?".

"Ok". She said.

"I mean it T, what I'm about to say is gonna shock you more than anything
else you have ever heard, but you cannot react, OK".

"OK, damn". She said, not grasping the magnitude of the situation.

"Seans dad is gay, and me and Dwayne found out coz we caught him with a
man, you know...in the act".

"Ewww gross". She replied.

"Well, we have been mocking him about it, and we've been threatening to
tell his wife, so he left Keynsham the other day to get away from us".

"I don't get where this is heading". Thandi stated.

"So anyway, yesterday, we told Sean about it, and Sean and his dad had a
massive fight, and Gary has come back to Keynsham to fuck me and Dwayne up,
so I just snuck out the bathroom window, coz we found out from Sean that he
was on his way to your house, so I confronted him, and I stabbed him".

"You st..." Thandi shushed her mouth as her mother was within earshot.

"I stabbed him about twenty times, until he died, told you it was shocking"
I said, trying to make it sound like I'd just slapped him on the cheek or
something. "But if I didn't kill him, he was gonna kill Dwayne".

"He would not have ki..." She re-worded her sentence. "He would not have
done that".

"He would babes, trust me, I've never seen such anger, I wasn't planning to
kill him you know, but I didn't have any choice".

"What's this all got to do with" she whispered "punishing you know who".

I explained. "The knife I used has your fathers fingerprints on it, not
mine coz I wore gloves, and I have an alibi, but he doesn't. Your mum, Gamu
and Dwayne will all vouch that I was in the shower, but your dad had left
the house to go and fuck Sharon Peters".

"The bastard is finally going to get what is coming to him, a life sentence
for killing our baby, and cheating on mummy" she whispered.

"But we need to plant a motive, because they need to suspect him, or do you
know if the police already have your fathers fingerprints on file?"

"I don't think so". She said. "You know what though, the other day, when I
told them I was raped, daddy went out to clear his head and an officer
stopped him for speeding, and he got away with the speeding offence because
he told the officer about me being raped. They MUST have that on file".

"Do you know which officer it was?" I asked.

"No idea". She replied. "OK Curtis, I will say that daddy believed it was
Sean's dad that raped me". She thought for a minute, "But Curtis, I dunno
if I really wanna frame him for murder, to be put away for life" she
pondered. "What does Dwayne say about it?"

"Fuck the bastard" Dwayne piped up. "He deserves it, the way he beats me,
and the way he beats mummy, AND he DID just murder your baby".

"I'm scared". Thandi whimpered. "And I wouldn't have planned it this way,
but we have no choice".

"Let's try to get some sleep". I suggested.

I lay there recapping all the evidence. When they finds Gary's body, if
they haven't already, the police will find the knife, and it has Charles
fingerprints on from when he was chopping the vegetables, but they don't
have Charles fingerprints on file, so they won't know they are his
fingerprints, unless he is suspected and taken in for questioning. So I
HAVE to plant a seed. Once they do suspect Charles, they will search the
house and find his coat, and discover that he was out at the time of the
murder with no alibi. That leaves Sean. They may do a check on Gary's phone
records and will find several messages to Sean asking where me and Dwayne
are.

I phoned Sean. "Wassup kid".

"Are you guys ok?" He asked. "Did my dad find you? What happened?"

"Fam, its not good news, are you ready to hear it?". I asked calmly.

"He's dead isn't he?". He asked.

"I'm sorry bro, there was no other way out of it". I apologised, offering
poor justification.

"Fuck, that's mad. What are you gonna do?"

"We are framing Dwayne's dad for it fam, and I know it is peak but I need
your help". I explained. "If the police ask you about why your dad was
badgering you to give him mine and Dwayne's address, you have to tell them
that we had been accusing him of stalking Thandi and he wanted to confront
us about it".

"How will that work?"

"It doesn't matter now, just promise me". I urged him.

"OK, OK fam". He promised.

"And Sean, delete every photo, conversation and video off your phone, you
know which ones I mean".

"OK".

"I'm so sorry about your dad, fam, but I dunno if they found his body yet,
so don't say anything yet ok".

The phone went quiet, and then disconnected. "What a fucked up day, I can't
believe I killed a man, and God has punished me by taking my baby". My eyes
welled up with tears.

"It's probably a coincidence" Dwayne comforted me, seeing me at my weakest.

"Fuck coincidences". I cried, putting my head in my arm to hide my
tears. At that moment I felt utterly alone, no parent to turn to, and no
lover. The only people I trusted apart from Dwayne: Jaydon, Danilo, Kemal,
Ivy, Doris and Gamu might as well have been a million miles away as I
couldn't tell any of them the truth. That left me with Dwayne, my devoted
eleven year old protege. He looked over at me, and seeing my sorrow,
climbed out of bed, and stepped over into mine, lifting the covers and
snuggling up close to me placing his arm over my body, and caressing my
chest caringly until he drifted off to sleep.

I however, could not sleep, I lay there waiting; waiting for someone to
realise I am a murderer, waiting for Thandi or Sean to get their
instructions wrong, waiting for Charles to be arrested, waiting for Thandi
to come home, waiting for my mum, waiting for God to judge me for what I
had done.

I lay there hour after hour pontificating, and yet unable to produce even a
glimmer of hope in thought form, until eventually the sun rose and shone
brightly through the window, waking Dwayne up out of his slumber, the pair
of us had remained perfectly still for seven hours.

"Are you OK bro?" He asked me after yawning and stretching.

I nodded, showing no conviction in my nod, nor my expression.

"Can I cheer you up?" He offered.

I feigned a smile and winked. Dwayne ducked under the covers, and shunted
down the bed, straddling my calves. However inappropriate it seemed, and I
was fully aware of the inappropriateness, what with Thandi laying in a
hospital bed, our child 'disposed of' with the hospital waste, and Gary
lying dead in the bin-store, or perhaps in the morgue by now... But there
is something uncontrollable in the urges of a fourteen year old boy, or
probably any man, who has been offered a blowjob. The minute Dwayne's hands
laid hold of my dick, it began to leaven. His touch was gentle. This was
not 'sex', and it was not 'bravado', in fact from Dwayne's point of view it
was not sexual at all, this was 'adoration' mixed with 'consolation',
dished out in the only way he could think of. He had no pearls of wisdom to
reduce the impact, and there was no button he could press to 'take us back
in time', all he had was this. "You do realise you are the ONLY person I
would do this to?" He asked, needing affirmation.

He didn't even need to say it. "Say nizzy fam" I replied. (which is what we
say, when no words are required).

Dwayne grasped the base of my dick and stared it out, trying to work out
the best way to tackle the whole meal. I could not see what he was doing as
he was under the covers, but I could sense his deliberations. I closed my
eyes relishing the moment as a sliver lining.

Seconds later I could feel his warm breath on the tip of my dick, closely
followed by his lips which engulfed the head, wetting it. He 'held it
still' and circled the mushroom head with his tongue, slowly and
lovingly. Obviously, this was not the most skilful head I had ever
received, but it was certainly the most heart-felt. Dwayne's tongue slid
down my dick from the head to the base, after which he took one of my balls
in between his lips and popped it into his mouth. He sucked on it like a
lozenge, before replacing it with the other one. The sensation was
incredible. I repositioned, shifting my legs either side of Dwayne, who
knelt between them. I put my feet up on the bed, with my knees spread
wide. Dwayne lowered himself, practically lying between my feet and
continued licking my balls. Once he felt that he had sucked all the flavour
out of them, his tongue slid even lower and flickered its way across my
tight hole. It felt erotic, he licked it and lapped at it, almost
instinctively pressing his lips hard to it like suction caps as he
literally ate me out with his tongue.

His hands grabbed hold of my waist and his mouth returned to my
dick. Dwayne had a pretty big mouth and soft plump lips which he used to
his full advantage when trying to take all of my eight inches. It was an
impossible feat for an untrained boy, but he gave such incredible effort as
his face slid up and down my pole taking more and more of it into his
throat as he improved his technique.

I let out some genuine moans and groans to let him know how amazing it
felt, some of them were unplanned as his tongue and lips worked their
wonders.

He held about four inches of my dick into his mouth, and swirled his tongue
around it in a spiral motion.

"Fuckinghell Dwayne, that is good".

Dwayne held the base of my dick still again and moved his head fast up and
down it. I began to girate my hips into his mouth, fucking his face. He got
the hint, threw the covers off of us, and forced us to change places,
sitting up on the pillows with his back against the wall. I straddled his
waist, knelt up, slid my dick back into his mouth and began to furiously
fuck his face. His hands grabbed hold of my ass, and pushed me harder into
him each thrust. Pre-cum was oozing out of my dick and filling his
mouth. The precum, mixed with his saliva dribbled down his face, out of
both sides of his mouth soaking his chin, my balls slapping against his wet
jaw over and over again.

I could feel Dwayne's own rock hard dick rubbing against my thigh from time
to time as I fucked his mouth.

"Are you boys getting up?" Mr. Mbwanga called from outside the door.

"We are up sir". I replied. "I'm just getting dressed". I lied. "Dwayne,
I'm nearly gonna buss, if you don't want it in your mouth you better stop
and I'll finish myself off bro". Dwayne ignored my warning, continuing to
slide his mouth up and down, as my wet shaft began throbbing uncontrollably
in his mouth. My balls tingled, my body froze and my muscles tensed as
Dwayne's tongue lapped the first offering of cum from the tip of my
dick. When he realised I was cumming, he closed his lips over it, taking as
much in as possible, so that the rest of my cum spurted down his
throat. "Euuuggghhhh". I groaned, as Dwayne's tongue slurped the last drop
of cum from my slit.

I knelt back down, my dick plopping out of his mouth as I reversed away
from his face. "That was literally amazing, fam". We spudded, I stood off
the bed and dressed in yesterdays clothes, picked up the two buttons that
Charles had ripped from my shirt, and put them in my pocket. "I'll call you
after school fam" I added. "If anything happens, call me, and remember, say
nizzy". He attempted to spud me again, but I pulled him for a hug. It was
warm and genuine. Brotherly.

I left the room, and descended the stairs as NUMBER SIXTEEN rushed to the
bathroom to brush the semen out of his teeth. Gamu was leaving the house
for college as I left. She smiled at me, and glanced down accidentally at
my groin area. When she realised that I had clocked her looking she spoke
up "I'm still in shock" she wore her smile down the pathway, and out of
sight.

I retrieved my bike, and made my way home, via the High Street. There was
one of those 'tent constructions' that they put around murder scenes, and
the whole High Street area was cordoned off with 'police do not cross'
tape. I cycled up to PC Dave who was one of the guarding officers,
diverting people away from the scene.

"What's happened here?" I asked jovially.

"We are not sure yet, Curtis" Dave lied.  "That is the official blurb
officer, but off the record, what's going on?"

Dave looked up and down, and spoke quietly. "It's a murder scene".

"Well, a fucking idiot could guess that fam, with all this rigmarole". I
rolled my eyes. "So who is dead? Henry Schneider?" I mocked.

"No Curtis, but now you come to mention it, he is still missing" he
paused. "From work, anyway".

"Seriously fam, whose dead?" I looked at PC Dave as if to say 'shall I
broadcast the video of you sucking my dick?"

"A man called Gary, Gary Clarke" he whispered.

"Hmmmmm" I began the act. "I know Gary Gary Clarke, his son Sean is my
friend, but Gary is a fucking weirdo fam".

"What do you mean bro?" He pryed.

"Don't expect me to take the stand fam, coz I'm allergic, but what I heard
is that Gary Clarke likes..." I paused, "young girls".

"Go on, Curtis".

"This is off the record fam, coz I ain't making a statement, but all I'm
saying is, that there are rumours that he has raped girls, and this one
girl in particular, who is my age, Thandazi Mbwanga, is pregnant by him, or
at least she was until yesterday".

"What happened yesterday?" He asked.

"She lost it".

"And how do you know this, Curtis". He enquired.

"Her brother is my friend, and I slept over fam, I'm on my way home from
there now actually". I prepared to cycle off. "I beg you let me know if you
find out anything".

"Curtis, the family have not been informed yet, so do NOT say a word".

"You KNOW I can keep a secret". I winked at him and cycled home.

I changed my bbm status to '£30eighths £10bags - HOLLA', I showered,
checked mums room, nothing, checked Danilo's room, sleeping, dressed in my
school uniform, put some of the weed in my school bag, darted back outside,
jumped on my bike and headed to school, fucking knackered.

I phoned mum as I cycled, but she didn't answer. I dashed inside Costa
Coffee and jacked a blueberry muffin for breakfast. As I left the shop I
saw Sharon walking towards me with her youngest child. She stopped to greet
me, kissing me european style on both cheeks. "Sorry I haven't called, I
cannot find my phone". She said, not even accusing me.

"When you find it, and when you want 'it' again, holla" I smiled, giving
her a full on hug. She wrapped her arms around me, enjoying the embrace. As
it lingered I slid her phone into her child's coat pocket, knowing that she
would find it eventually.

At the school gates, Mr. Wilde was on duty. "How is the project going
Curtis?". He spoke in code.

"Oh, pretty well sir, I would say about fifty percent done, when I have
done the other half, I will come and see you sir".

"Very good, Curtis". He smiled, finally having learnt not to pester me.

"Sir" I whispered. "Do you know any teachers that smoke weed?"

"Why do you ask THAT Curtis?"

"Ounce bags for £220 sir, spread the word I beg".

Mr. Wilde winked. Having weaned him off me, he was returning to default
position of 'popular teacher' in my estimation.

There was quite a kerfuffle at the bike-park, with a lot of people
second-guessing what had happened on High Street. Nobody knew though, and I
didn't say anything. Six eighths and twelve ten-bags later and £300
richer (well £57 richer, the rest is Marvin's cut), I made my way to
registration. The day seemed 'normal', and that was weird because it
shouldn't feel normal , considering 'everything' had changed. I was a
killer, my baby was dead, the last 24 hours had wrought a paradigm shift in
my life and there was no going back to innocence. But although I had sunk
to a new level of depravity, I was aware that the vast majority of the
world had not even noticed, it remained unaffected and continued going
about its business as though no tragedy had occurred. I wanted to scream
and get off. But instead, I had to bury it, like everything else, bury it.
I had watched my father rape and beat my mother, and buried it. I had
watched him burn her back with cigarettes, and buried that. I had been
beaten with his belt in a drunken stupor and buried that too. Hearing my
father talk to his mistresses on the phone when he thought nobody was
listening. Buried. Being neglected and abandoned time and time
again. Buried. Years and years of cleaning up vomit and urine. Buried. And
now, Thandi's baby is buried. And as for me, capable of murder, framed an
'almost innocent' man after turning his children against him, and Gary
Clarke soon to be buried for real, lying in a morgue somewhere with twenty
stab wounds rendering his body unrecognisable and empty of blood, and yet
I've already 'buried it'.

'I must be some EVIL fucking...' I did not finish my train of thought, but
wiped the tear away from my eye, and went to Geography.

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