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He should be mine. Not hers. She’s got a lifetime to find someone like Nokosi. I only have a few months.
Willow: I’m really sorry for what I did. I feel terrible. If there’s any way I can make it up to you, let me know.
Nokosi: Stop texting me. This has gone too far.
Willow: Can you blame me for it though? Really? You’ve seen you right? No girl in her right mind could spend all that time alone with you and not fall for you.
Nokosi: I love your sister. You’re sick for wanting what she has.
Willow: You’re right. I’m sick. I have a tumor in my brain. I’m dying. Try to see this from my side. All I wanted was one night. What’s wrong with that?
Nokosi: I’m not texting anymore. I’m done with you, Willow. Leave me alone.
Willow: You’re losing the best thing that has ever happened to you. I’m everything you need. I can make you happy. Just give me a chance.
Now I know how loyal he is… I want him until I physically can’t have him anymore. He’s one in a million. He’s loyal, fun, sweet, kind, gently, loving, sexy, yet stable… he’s all the qualities in a man that I never knew I wanted. And now that I’ve found him, I can’t let him go.
Lilith
“What’s troubling you?” Willow asks.
“I had a fight with Mom this morning,” I answer, throwing the bouncy ball at the wall and catching it when it comes back. Willow lies next me, our heads on my pillow. I throw and she catches. I’ve been playing with a lot of balls recently.
“I heard some of it, sounded gnarly.”
I nod. “It was.”
“Want to talk about it?”
I shake my head, no.
“Please? Let me unload your burden.”
“She thinks I’m being selfish,” I whisper, thinking back to the past few months of my life where I have sacrificed everything to be with my family. How am I selfish? “She called me selfish because… well… it doesn’t matter why.”
I’m not telling her yet that I’m moving out. She’s not ready to hear it. I’m not ready to say it. Especially not after the mom thing. I don’t know why she can’t stay and take care of Willow. I’ll still be here all the time. I’ll just be living with Nok. It’s what I want. I’ve never wanted anything more.
“You’re not selfish,” Willow breathes, sounding confounded. “You’re anything but. You deserve the world. Mom is a cunt.”
“Agreed.” I sit up and slip my feet into my shoes. “I have to go and meet Nokosi.”
That and I have to get away from her until I can talk about everything. I feel terrible sitting so close to her and lying to her face.
She pulls a face, it’s a curious one that I can’t read. It looked like anguish, or something similar… I don’t know.
“Say hi to him for me,” she breathes as I leave her room.
“Sure,” I mutter back, frowning with confusion. Suddenly she’s acknowledging he exists? Last I checked she despised him. Although come to think of it, she hasn’t really mentioned him at all recently, not even in ire.
She usually blames him and thinks he’s stealing me away. Maybe she’s finally calming down and seeing reason.
I wake, covered in sweat, the lingering images of my nightmare still flashing in my eyes.
It’s pitch-black and I don’t like that. I feel like the nightmare creatures are still lurking, staring down at me with their blank gazes. Dead… Dead because of…
“Nokosi?” I whisper, reaching beside me in bed. “Why’s it so dark?”
I feel a cold hand. It doesn’t belong to him.
It doesn’t belong to him.
My heartbeat rises as I realize I haven’t yet left the land of nightmares. I daren’t look. Whoever it is is dead, I can tell. Their skin is waxy and holds no warmth and there’s a funny smell emanating from them. Not yet putrid but something bad with an overflow of a scent that is almost sweet.
I sit up, holding the bedsheet tight to my chest. Light finally glows from the moon through the windows. I’m not in Nokosi’s room… nor am I in mine. I don’t know where I am.
The coldness of the body beside me seeps into my bones and soul. I feel a chill. I feel nauseous.
Turning my head, I look, my breathing staggered and harsh. I’ve never felt so much dread and terror.
I don’t want to look at the face.
“Nokosi,” I whimper, begging for him to come to me. “I need you. Where are you?”
I gather the courage, too scared to move in case the body reanimates and grabs me, but still I manage it. I look up and up and up, dragging my eyes the smallest fraction at a time until her face comes into focus.
“No,” I breathe, sobbing now. My chest twists with agony, my heart burns a hole in my chest. “No… please… no. Not yet. My sister. Noooo.” I pull her limp, lifeless body into my arms, holding her to my chest. “I’m not ready to let you go. I need you. Please. Don’t die.”
