Life Of A King

Chapter 61

-KHOLIWE KING

You know that feeling you get as if someone is watching you? I raise my eyes, and I see Gabriel standing by the door. He walks in and then comes to Dylan's bed.

"How are you?" He asks, looking sincere. How I miss this man right now.

"I'm as good as can be expected, how are you?" I ask him, and he shrugs.

"Coping, I guess. I miss you," he says. It takes everything in me not to say something sarcastic out of respect for my son. He sits down on the chair.

"How is he?" I shrug.

"His doctor hasn't said solid. He's stable, I guess," I respond, feeling hopeless.

"And what are the chances of him surviving?" He asks, and I shrug.

"His doctor says they are very slim, and if he does wake up, then he might be brain damaged or wake up with a memory loss," I respond.

"No in between?" I shake my head, and he nods. His phone rings, and he steals a glance at it before getting up and walking to answer it by the window. I steal a look at him while he talks to whoever over the phone and then return my attention to my son.

"There's an emergency over at Dylan's company; I'll be back to check on him later," he says, and I don't respond. He walks towards the door but stops in his tracks.

"Kholiwe, I love you, I never intended to hurt you, and I hate myself that I did. Nothing I say could ever take away the pain I have caused you, and I would never expect you to take me back just this yet, but you are my wife, and I love you. I will never let you go, not by a long shot. If it means I have to sign everything to you, then that's what I'm willing to do, just as long as I have my wife back," he says and then walks out without waiting for my response. The way he looks so sincere and so convincing, at my age, do I really want to be going through this whole divorce thing? I mean, men will always cheat; none is better than the other, and on the rare occasion that he does not cheat, then chances are he's a psycho, or so my mother said when she was still alive. I'm too old to be getting married again; marriage is the last thing on my mind, but divorce seems a bit too extreme and exhausting.

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-KAMVELIHLE DANE KING

"Kagiso Duma and you are?"

My roommate just got here, and I honestly don't know what to make of him just yet. Mom just left, and she wasn't happy about it, but she'll be back next week to fetch me or I'll take a bus home because she's invited Kiernan over for lunch or supper, but she wants us to actually sit down with him and get to know him because apparently, DNA proves that he's dad's son. I haven't officially met him as per say either than the meeting that was held, and we found out about him so I really don't know what to expect of him.

"I'm Kamvelihle Dane King," I say, and he frowns.

"You're white?" I chuckle, shaking my head no.

"I'm coloured. My father is coloured, and my mom is black," he nods.

"Interesting, are you in any way related to the owner of King Pharmaceuticals?" I nod.

"The owner is my father," he nods.

"Rich kid, nice," he says, and his tone leaves me confused. I just nod and then go through my phone.

"So your parents came to dump you here?" I frown and shake my head.

"No, I actually asked to come and study here. The school's results and reputation are impressive," I say honestly, and he nods.

"Is that all, or there's more?" I frown.

"Nobody is ever perfect, and you are sounding perfect right now, so what's the red flag?" He asks, and I shrug.

"Mine is that my parents dumped me here and are travelling with work all the time, so they don't have time for me. What's yours?" I shrug.

"I really don't have any I know of," he nods.

"For now. So where were you studying before here?"

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-KIERNAN ROMER

I haven't gone home ever since that day; Tshepiso's family has been very welcoming to me, making me feel as though I am part of their family. I didn't think this would affect me as it has, but it's been a lot to take in, having everyone decide for you how your life is and how it should be, being forced into taking tests with someone who is currently stuck in a coma. It's a lot to take in, knowing that Imi is my sister, has been this whole time, and I let my friends make a bet about who would get her into bed first. I realize now that I need to do better and make things right with her. I haven't seen my grandparents since the day of the DNA tests, and honestly, I don't think I'm ready to see them with the way they handled the whole situation.

It's break time when I make my way to Imi who just walked out of the staff room.

"You ok?" She shakes her head no.

"I just got a lecture about my results from last year and how I could lose becoming the headgirl if I don't prove myself this year's first term results. It's draining to have to deal with everything all at once," she complains. I hang my hand around her neck.

"I'm sorry, little sister," she smiles and looks at me.

"How do you feel about this whole situation? I mean, your life switching up the way it did?" She asks me, and I shrug.

"Honestly, it's a lot; mom has been trying to reach out to me, but I can't bring myself to hear her out. She lied to me, and I'm supposed to just accept it as it is? My whole life has been a lie; what if you and I had dated? Then what?" She chuckles, and so do I.

"We should have seen it though; I mean, you do kind of look like our father," I frown.

"Yeah, only because you heard we related, typical," I say, and we both laugh.

"But you do look like him, Kiernan, so what's going to happen now? Are you going to change your surname?" I shake my head no.

"Romer was my father; not once did he ever make me feel like I wasn't his. I'm just sad that he died before all of this came out; I can't lose his surname now," she nods.

"Well, dad is going to love you; he's a loving man and he won't pressure

you into anything you don't want to do," she says confidently.

"You really believe he's going to make it?" She sighs.

"I have to have hope, you know? Hold onto that possibility of him making it. It's the only thing keeping me sane right now and it's helping."

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To Be Continued