Chapter 38

RULE #17: DON'T APOLOGISE FOR THINGS YOU'RE NOT SORRY FOR.

Musa

Bandi and I were in the car together, a small miracle in itself, when we got a call from Amahle.

Precious must have given her my number after I gave her the Comic Con passes for her birthday, because she messaged me a few days later to thank me for them. Thank God Bandi and I were only a few minutes away. Her frightened voice nearly had me crashing on the road as I sped toward the house.

She said her father had shown up out of the blue and was shouting at Presh, and that she was scared.

She was scared of her own father, so she phoned me.

It makes me hate that man even more when I think about it.

It's nearly impossible to keep my words to this piece of rubbish civil, but that's what Presh and her mother and her sister deserve right now. So I tell him everything. We might as well lay it all on the line now.

I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I do.

And I love Presh.

And… I don't even have the guts to look at her face as the words come tumbling out of my mouth.

"Enough!"

It's Amahle's young voice that breaks the tension, just as her father opens his mouth, ready to argue with me. We all stare at the fierce blue-haired teenager as she stomps out into the yard.

"Dad, Ma's right. You should just leave. I was the one who phoned Musa, because you scared me when you showed up," she says, staring at him with a look of fierceness in her eyes that makes my chest swell with pride.