The Bones Of What We Did by Thembelihle Moyo

Author:Thembelihle Moyo [Moyo, Thembelihle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-05T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

As soon as I stepped out onto the street I knew someone was watching me. I couldn’t shake the feeling and it had my heart racing, was I safe? My eyes automatically flew up to Josh’s house where the pink curtain was twitching. A tiny face peered at me from beyond and I knew at once that it was Stacy. I raised my hand up in a wave and much like before she didn’t return it. This time however, she pulled the curtain closed with her eyes still glued to me and I gasped in disbelief.

I shook my head in an attempt to clear my mind but it only served to bring up new thoughts. Trevor hadn’t been alone in the car that night, where had his companions gone and were they witches too? I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my sweatpants and held on tightly to the money Ruth had left.

The neighbouring houses where all eerily empty but I would catch a glimpse of the occasional twitching curtains. I found myself walking down a narrow road that led to a gas station. I wasn’t that far from the Brown household yet the houses here looked shabby and not as big as the houses I had passed a few minutes ago.

This part of the neighbourhood looked much livelier. I could see children playing in front of the yards, behind the fences of course. Upon reaching the gas station I grew uncomfortable. I couldn't explain why but something about the place made me feel uneasy. As I approached the door to the kiosk, a mother holding on tightly to her son's hand walked out and gasped when she saw me and hurried along with her son in tow behind her.

“Isn’t that Hanna mummy?” I heard the son whisper before the mother could stop him.

“Not any more dear, our Hanna is long gone.”

Her words stopped me in my tracks. I looked back at them and my eyes locked with hers. There was so much sadness in her eyes that suddenly turned to anger and she whipped her head away and continued walking, pulling her son along with her.

I walked into the kiosk and the guy behind the counter beamed up at me.

“Hanna...” He started but stopped himself and the smile slipped off his face like he had just realized something.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“I’m Imani.” I said and he gave me a sad smile.

“I know.”

"Do you know who that was?” I asked, pointing at the woman and child who were just about to go round a corner.

The guy looked at me, clearly dumbfounded. “You don’t know?” He asked.

“I don't think I would have asked if I had known them.” I retorted rather harshly and regretted it immediately.

“Right, I’m sorry.” He said, as if he had just realized something. “But either way you’re supposed to know them, your parents have known them for years, unless...”

“Unless what?” I pushed.

“You're not one of them, are you? He asked sadly.

“One of who?”

“I'm sorry but I can't talk to you.

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