Melokuhle



We slept on the mattress yesterday, placed in the middle of what I assume is the master bedroom.

Yesterday was amazing it was everything, it was just perfect.

I loved seeing Melusi roll his eyes everytime I fan myself when Jason Momoa appeared, he listened to me go and and on about him and promised to punch him if he ever meets him and made me shut up by kissing me.

My hand spreads on his side of the mattress as I stretched myself but he is not here, oh Melusi and work but my mind touches a paper. I roll to my side and looked at the piece of paper, Going to grab some breakfast xoxo.

I smiled and held the note close to my chest, he learnt early to make sure that I wake up to find my food ready or he better make a plan.

I woke up one morning and chewed his head off and I felt so guilty right after but it was not me, it was the hormones but ever since he makes sure that I have my food ready.

I get up from the mattress still in my not so traditional wedding dress, yesterday I was tired so I decided to sleep with it.

I went to the shower, I stripped off my wedding dress and stepped inside the shower, oh the water feels good on my body, relaxing the tight muscles.

I shampoo my hair, massaging it and letting the water rinse it.

My eyes cast down to the floor. Blood, lots of blood. Weird, I thought to myself.

I touched myself and my hand came out full of blood. “No,” I shook my head, now trembling. I walked out of the shower not caring that I am dripping wet, I went to the mattress and searched under the pillow and took out my phone.

Tears blinding my eyes, my fingers are shaking as I attempt to unlock the phone, and dialed Melusi’s number.

“Melusi.” I said when he answered, words failed to come out as a gut wrenching cry came out of me.