He spoke to God-knows-who and then told them that he will send them GPS coordinates. That just raised a lot of questions in my mind. I was wondering why didn’t Billy ask whoever his goons were to kill Naledi in the first place. If they can dispose of a body, sure they can kill. Or might even have killed before. I was wondering why he had to make me do it for him. We sat in silence for almost an hour. Billy didn’t want to look at me, when he did, he either said something hurting or asked me to feel the body’s temperature, which was already cold. I covered her with a blanket because I couldn’t bear to look at her body like that.
<One would argue that killing three people was a breeze to me, they might be right because I did kill them. But killing myself wasn’t easy, the physical pain that I so desperately wanted didn’t sound like a great idea if I was doing it myself. I thought that, perhaps I should go to Park Station and throw myself in front of a moving train, but I didn’t have the guts. But in my quest to punish Billy, I thought about his words. The fact that he didn’t want to lose me. Yeah, he said some pretty hectic stuff before he left, he was angry. He told me that he loved me, and I believed him, he had no reason to lie.
I remember looking at him walk around on campus. Just staring at him, more like watching him. Like a movie. Wondering how possible it is for gods to walk among mere mortals. He was perfect, tall, and not too dark and oh my, he was just too gorgeous, sexy if I may put it and he had this walk of his that caught every girl’s eye. Okay, he’s not the kind of a guy that I can compare to the likes of John Cena or the handsome Itumeleng Khune, because he had his own unique perfection. Believe me; he looked like he had just walked straight out of a movie scene, a scene where a vigilante rescues the king’s daughter
Sitting there, I was already imagining myself in the passenger seat of his Mini, riding away to the beach, where he will be holding me tightly in his strong arms. Watching the sunset and him looking deep into my big eyes. There he will take me to a candlelit dinner, and he will make sweet love to me all night. Yes, I was imagining all that while still trying to figure out how to go over to him and say something. Anything. I wondered if he knew this. That some girls just block everything else in their minds and let him wander in it.If he did know, did that make him feel like he owns the world or something? Is that why he walks around the campus with broad shoulders and a creased forehead? Is his frown
‘I wonder how it feels to be Billy Anderson’s girlfriend hey Petunia, or Sharon’. Anna confessed later that afternoon when we were at our apartment doing our assignments. We were in our world now. We could talk about Billy Anderson all day until bedtime and there was nothing weird about it. We even had pictures of him on our wall. For real. You know how teenagers go gaga on super stars like Justin Bieber? Billy Anderson was our own Justin Bieber. We talked about him non-stop. He was the kind of guy who I personally fantasized about until the early hours of the morning. I always saw myself in his a
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‘Hey, guys.’ I greeted Billy and Fabian.‘Oh hey,’ Billy responded,‘Done with your lecture already?’‘Yes. It was either quick or time flies.’ I chatted with him like we have been friends for some time.‘Okay...oh this is Fabian, my homeboy.’‘Hi Fabian, nice to meet you.’‘Hi.’ Fabian greeted me sharply and he didn’t even bother to look up at me. He looked less interested. But I was not that worried. I didn’t want to be his friend anyway. So, him b
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