Suddenly his Iphone goes off, ringing violently. He reaches for it then swears under his breath. He gets up and sits at the edge of the bed turning his back to me. He doesn’t answer the phone but it stops ringing. I’m guessing he hit ignore. This is so awkward! In a way I am relieved though because I get a chance to think.

He is defiantly cheating on someone, I think to myself. I’ll tell the girls on Monday and they will help me decide if I should take things further with Chris Brown’s sexy look-alike. Just as I sit up to adjust my top and ask him to take me back to the club, I hear the front door burst open like someone is kicking it down.

He rushes out of the room without looking back. I’m petrified. I look around the room for something I can defend myself with… the joys of living in South Africa.

Then I hear him apologising.

Whew it’s not a tsosti then,” I sigh with relief.

I then try to focus on the other voice, but it’s unfamiliar to me. Whoever is out there is defiantly furious, growling at my almost lover. I’m too silly to think of an escape plan; too many nights of boredom and tile counting have made me an adventure seeker. Chris Brown it trying desperately to calm the other person down.

“Come on lets go talk on the deck. Breath babe, you need some air, come on I’ll take you outside.” It hits me; I should probably get out of here. I reach for my phone only to find a tons of missed calls and texts.

I ignore the ones form Craig and my mother…last people I want to hear from, and decide to check what Carol’s on about on Whatsapp.

Chomi shit! Answer you phone!!!

I scroll up.

Where are you? Your mom just called me…whats the deal?

I scroll up.

Hey friend just saw a post on Thabo’s face book saying he spotted you at fire&ice! You wouldn’t go clubbing for the first time without telling your girls now would you?

“Oh no!” I say almost too loud.

Thabo thinks he is Benoni High’s gossip girl. He will post any and all dirt he finds about anyone on his Facebook page. If he saw me leave the club, he probably snapped a picture and all of cyber world knows it. I start to panic for real now. I start dialing my dad’s number because Sheriff and Judge would only make this situation more appalling.

It’s ringing but he is not answering.

After doing the same thing about eight times I dial Carol. I’m running out of options, at least she answers the phone.

“Chomi where are you?” she demands without bothering to greet.

“I’m stuck at a dudes place,” I respond because she is right, there is no time for pleasantries.

“Well, wherever the hell that is I suggest you get out of there. One of your brothers snuck onto Facebook and read a post about you. Naturally he ran and told your mother. She has been calling the rest of the world trying to find you. I tried to tell her you came to my place and had fallen asleep. But by the time she called the fourth time she told me she was driving to the club and we better make sure you are there if we want to live,” she rattles off.

“Flip,”

It’s all out there and my mother is probably half way to Rosebank searching for the new club because she never makes empty threats. I decide I have to swallow my pride, walk out there and ask Chris Brown for a ride back to the club. I can’t ask anyone to pick me up, for that I would need to know his address, which I don’t.

I adjust my top and pull my shoes on; all new cloths that my dad bought for me this morning. I look great in them but now for some reason I feel a bit dirty. I prepare to do my walk of shame. It’s pretty obvious that Chris Brown is not a one woman kind of man so whoever is out there with him will just have to deal. I need to get home before my mother unleashes her Cruella Deville wrath on my friends.

Shame is not a good enough word to describe how I feel when I eventually make it to where Chris Brown and his furious lover are arguing. I hear angry whispers and desperate pleas as I stand by the door leading towards the deck where the voices are coming from. This is not the time for knocking, I tell myself, so I swing the door open. That’s when I realise how over rated a weekend story is…

This was not worth it at all. Listening to stories is so much better than having to live through it.

***

I lie in the back seat of my dad’s Range Rover, my head is still spinning, but I can hear everything loud and clear.

“At least let me come with you,” Chris Brown, whose name is actually Siphiwe, nags at my father.

“No!” He growls back. I think he might not want me to hear but then he is too furious to hold back his shouting. “You just tried to cheat on me with my own daughter! I am going no place with you!” It sounds so wrong.

My dad climbs into the car and slams the door. He takes a breath before he turns to look at me with watery eyes.

“I’ve got ice-cram in the freezer, Princess. We are going home to share the whole tub, just you and me.” It’s like he is begging me.

Although I love my dad and I would never pass off a chance to be with him, even sharing a bowl of broccoli with him would be awesome. I say something I never thought I would say in my life again.

“Dad I want my mommy now.”

***

Tell us what you think: Do you think Thina and her father will repair their relationship in the future? How would you act if you found out your parent’s sexual orientation like this?