Present Day…
“I hope and pray that we learn a lot from this lost soul,” Pastor Fellison is preaching to a mini crowd at the cemetery where they’re burying Lerato.

“Let’s learn to do good to others, for they’ll never forget. Let’s learn to positively impact others because someone is looking up to you and cherishes your honesty,” Pastor Fellison wipes his forehead with a cloth and continues.

“This angel that we are about to bury, lived its life not having to witness and endure joy. All her life she planned revenge to hurt all those who hurt her, she missed out on good things in this life. She’s cold and she’ll forever be sleeping. She will never enjoy the warmth of love and happiness. Let’s kill the spirit of revenge because it will leave us colder than ice.”

The crowd ends the song they were singing.

“Let’s pray,” Pastor Fellison says. “Father, we thank you for blessing us with the life of Lerato. Father, you have given us the life and you have taken it back. Thank you, because all of this was your way. Accept her in your kingdom and let her life teach others that we shouldn’t hurt others just because they’re different from the rest. Thank you Lord. Amen.”

Zandile and Lerato sprinkle the soil in Lerato’s coffin and the service is over.

“I can’t believe that she had nobody who cared for her,” Ntshepi tells her mother who is driving the car.

“I know,” Zandile releases a huge sigh. “But at least her co-workers came to her funeral.”

“What do you think will happen to Dad?” Ntshepi asks.

“I don’t know and I don’t care. I hope he is paralysed for life. At least that will be revenge for Lerato,” Zandile clutches tight on the steering wheel.

After a long silence in the car, Ntshepi asks her Mother, “Well, what now?”

“I don’t know. We will see when we get to KZN.”

Realeboha is disabled. The doctors told him that the bullet went through his spine and broke it. While he was in hospital, the envelope came with divorce papers and full custody of Ntshepi. He didn’t fight, he just signed. He couldn’t put them through anything, not after what he just put them through.

“Well, after this there is no turning back,” Ntshepi sighs as they are about to board their plane.

“Yep, baby. KZN will be our new chance to start over; new friends, new job, new environment, new atmosphere. What am I missing?” Zandile tries to cheer her worried daughter.

“New school,” Ntshepi adds.

“And a new school,” Zandile says with a smile.

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Tell us: Have you ever thought of taking revenge on someone who wronged you?