Junior

The pieces of paper kept on piling up, and soon I would run out of places to hide them. I took all the notes to the police, and they all told me the same thing, they can’t do anything about it because I didn’t have real evidence that it was Simbongile who kept sending the notes.

I drove back home in frustration coming back from the police without getting help. Something felt wrong when I walked out of the car. My heart was drumming so loudly that it was the only sound I could hear when I approached the door and then it hit me on what I thought was strange, the door was slightly open.

I was sure that when I had left I had locked the door – or did I forget? Was I overthinking so much that I left the door open? I pushed it open and walked in slowly, I checked around but found nothing unusual.

I was about to laugh at myself for being too paranoid when I saw a cup of coffee on the table with steam coming out of it. I ran back outside hoping to catch a glimpse of Simbongile but I saw nothing, the place was dead quiet with no movement at all.

She had been here, in my house. The thought made me scared when I thought of what would have happened if Sihle were here. Just the thought made my blood run cold with fear. I scrambled to call the police with shaky hands; they have to take me seriously now, I thought as the phone rang.

Simbongile

My heart was pounding and my legs were throbbing from all the running that I was doing trying to make sure that Junior didn’t see me. I laughed when I reached my door, the adrenaline still coursing through my body. I kicked the door close and hurried to the chair that I had placed by the window. I arrived in time to see Junior looking down the road before taking out his phone. I sat there unbothered knowing that the police wouldn’t find anything.

I wonder who had installed the cameras – it had been easy to slip underneath them, they were all facing high enough that if you ducked you could avoid them. And their biggest fail was not putting the cameras facing the back door. Now it would be too hard to even prove that I had been there at all, even if they would look at the cup of coffee still hot on the dinner table they wouldn’t find any of my fingerprints.

I watched when the police arrived they didn’t even spend thirty minutes at his place before they left. The police are just too lazy to do their jobs, all they know is walking around with guns displayed on their hips when they go to the shops to buy food.

I formed a tight fist, my fingers scraping my skin in the process when I thought about how Junior made me a fool for so long pretending to love me all along while he knew that he was living his real life with Siphesihle.

Junior

Frustration was brewing inside of me when I talked to the police knowing that they wouldn’t do anything with all of this. “I know that it was her,” I yelled. The police officers looked at me as if I might have gone crazy.

“Are we looking at the same camera footage?” the detective asked. I took a deep breath trying to calm down my nerves.

“There has to be an explanation for this.”

The detective got up and looked at me “Yes there is, you are obsessed with her. The camera clearly shows you arriving and after a couple of minutes you walked out and came back again after 15 minutes which according to me, means that you came back to brew the coffee and forgot about it, you walked out and came back again and got confused thinking that it was your ex. Now I would like to ask you to stop calling and make us come here when there is no reason at all.”

I detected annoyance in his voice when he walked out followed by two officers. I sat down on the couch trying to think, was it true? Did I do all of this? Have I gone crazy with this whole thing with Simbongile? I was so sure that it was her, I was so convinced. Looking at the footage it makes me realise that maybe I have indeed gone crazy with obsession.

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