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Lucy Parker: Queer Stories & Photography, Johannesburg (2026)

19/10/2023

Q***r Stories: A Friend Between Us
*Part 11* 🏳️‍🌈

A few days ago, I packed some of my clothes and took them with me to the office so that after work, Natasha and I could just go straight to their apartment without the hassle of going to my place and then going to their place.

It was a Friday afternoon and we had a long weekend, so we were off on Monday. It was perfect timing. We got to their apartment later that afternoon. Her friend, Mary, Mar for short, opened the door and I got the shock of my life. She reminded me so much of my ex and I just froze and I didn’t know what to do.

She must’ve thought something was wrong with me so I just entered and couldn’t properly greet or introduce myself. Something about her demeanour was rubbing me off the wrong way. I respect and love my friend, Natasha, but I was triggered. It’s like my ex was in the room with me.

I tried so hard to let that past go, but it seemed to have followed me through my dear friend, Natasha. I know that she wasn’t my ex, but there was really something I didn’t quite like about her. I know I sound like a do**he but that’s how I felt in her presence. I couldn’t let Natasha know that because that would break her and she probably wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore, seeing that they have been friends for many years now.

So I tried by all means to ignore her and not get triggered but it was so hard. I thought that by being mean to her would give me the closure that I needed. She noticed that there was something wrong and asked me about it so I shrugged her off. Even when I was being so mean, I could see that she wanted to make me feel welcomed. The things we do to other people because of what someone else did to us is projection of an unhealed soul.

I thought I was healed but clearly, I was not and I was taking in out on the wrong person. My heart wouldn’t let it go even though my mind knew what I was doing was totally out of character. I punished her for the crimes of my ex, who was also a stud. Natasha and I went on to work on the project after freshening up and eating while Mar went to her room.

The following day, Natasha and I went out to jog around the block and I insisted that we leave Mar behind because she might be tired and I knew for sure that wasn’t the truth. I just didn’t want to be in the same space as her at that moment or any moment. Later on, Natasha got a call from her mother that she is needed for family emergency ASAP and I knew that it was gonna be me and Mar alone in the apartment.

I don’t know what was going through my mind but I wanted to make Mar feel as annoyed as possible so I feel better. I followed her around the apartment, criticized everything that she did until she went to her room. As if that wasn’t enough, I started pushing it a little further and making a hell of a noise. I got a little bit of satisfaction from that.

Eventually, she came out of her room and looked more pi**ed than annoyed. She yelled at me and that’s how I knew I pushed it a little too far. I couldn’t stand it so I wept and went to Natasha’s room. While I was in the room crying, I felt really bad and ashamed of myself. I thought I was getting closure to feel better but what I did was punish another person for my ex’s crimes.

What if all she wanted was to be a friend to me like Natasha did? I could hear her knocking on the door for me to come and eat, trying to apologise for what had happened earlier but I was so ashamed that I didn’t want to come out of the room. After hours of thinking and self-talk, I decided it was best for me to leave because I’m projecting how I’m feeling on Mar and she didn’t deserve that.

I packed my bags and took my project and decided to leave. Mar was sitting in the living room and stopped me from leaving. I cannot lie, the way she touched my arm and the spark in her eyes made me feel some type of way. I couldn’t let myself feel that way because I had sworn off studs and dating in particular. I didn’t even notice that she had such nice, brown eyes. I decided to stay and explain myself and everything seemed to be okay now.

She was a really good person, after all, she is Natasha’s friend so I understood why they are friends. I just didn’t allow myself to get close to her or know her for who she is. She suggested that we go out and show me a bit of the city since I haven’t been here for long and I don’t know much about the place. We got ready to go out and she just effortlessly looked good.

I felt like I was overdressed for this occasion but she reassured me that I wasn’t overdressed. She seemed so gentle and sweet. I liked the way she looked at me, however, I wouldn’t allow myself to feel anything for anyone, especially her, since everything was still a bit tense and shaky.

What I was ready for was to have fun and let loose. We went out and had the time of our lives. Besides Natasha, I have never really felt so seen and heard in my life. But that’s what they all do in the beginning. They sweet talk you and then when least expected, they break your heart into a million pieces. I never really connected with anyone like this before and it was scary. I mean, we had a little bit to drink but I felt connected to her as if we’ve known each other for a long time.

It was not the kind of connection Natasha and I had. It was way more than that but I just couldn’t allow myself to feel. We got back home late at night and continued to talk and have some hot beverages because it was cold. I don’t remember what happened exactly, but I found myself kissing her.

As much as I enjoyed that kiss, I was mad at myself. I was mad that at that moment, I allowed myself to feel, and as much as I wanted to blame the wine, it was all me. I was present in the moment and I felt every moment of it. I hated myself for going against my word. I went straight to the bedroom and left her there in the kitchen. I spent the whole night tossing and turning, replaying the kiss in my head, and thinking about her. I do not want to get hurt again. I don’t want to put myself in that position again because it hurts so much.

I don’t even know how she feels about me. I don’t even know if she likes me like that. My mind was all over the place. All I wanted was her but at the same time, all I wanted was to protect myself, and protecting my heart was my priority. Maybe this feeling will pass. That’s what I kept telling myself.

The next morning, I got woken up by an aroma of fresh coffee and toast. I knew that I had to go and explain what happened last night but I decided that I’m not going to say anything. I am just going to pretend like nothing happened. I put on the best face and joined her in the kitchen. The food really smelled good. I could sense a bit of tension between us but I just disregarded that feeling. As much as I was trying to ignore the “conversation” about last night, she brought it up.

I knew she was going to say something about it. To my shock, she started confessing her feelings for me. Okay, I did not expect that. I was lost for words. The Bonolo before would’ve run into her arms and confessed her feelings, and accepted to date her but this Bonolo has her walls way up and is not about to get played again. That’s what was on my mind at that time. I felt something for her, but I can’t just let myself go based off of the last 24 hours.

I have been down this road before, I am not going to make that mistake again. She tried to set me right by telling me that not everyone is my ex and all of those stuff. However, I couldn’t let myself go, despite what I was feeling for her and the promise I made to myself, so I told her that I did not feel the same way so that I wouldn’t have to explain myself. I was going through a turmoil of emotions.

It was time for me to go back to my place. I didn’t want any awkwardness or tension between us anymore. So it was better that way. I had to do some self-introspection and have some space to myself to think and being there was not going to help my situation. I didn’t want to take any call from anyone, including Natasha. She called me a couple of times.

I assume she knows what happened. Now I’m in my apartment with Garlly, the only one who will always be here for me. No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about Mar. But I am afraid. I am afraid to give myself to her.

19/10/2023

Q***r Stories: A Friend Between Us
*Part 10* 🏳️‍🌈

(Bonolo’s point of view)

Three months ago, I was alone, I had no friends whatsoever because I had just moved to the city to start my dream job at a Law firm that I have always wanted to work at. Moving to a big city is not easy especially when you come from a small town and have no family or friends to keep you company.

I was excited regardless because I was starting my dream job. I was going through a really tough time, but nobody really knew that because I can hide my pain really well so everyone just assumes that I am this confident woman who has everything together. My ex-girlfriend broke my heart in ways I cannot explain.

From that day, I swore off studs and dating. My only focus was to get my career off the ground and become one of the best attorneys this country will ever see. My life was one big routine since I came to the city. I would go to work in the morning, put on my best face, interact with my co-workers, go back home after the work day was done, sip on my wine and head straight to bed, and then repeat.

Weekends were worse because I wouldn’t go anywhere. It was just me and Garlly, my teddy bear. Life can get pretty lonely and boring especially when you are heartbroken and have no one close to you to share your struggles with.

One day I decided to stay up late at work in my office because I didn’t want to go home to an empty apartment and feel all these negative emotions. I could use a bit of distraction with all the work but that barely worked because all I could think about was how lonely and angry I was so I broke down.

Yes, I cried like somebody was hitting me. The pain I felt was beyond compare. “Hello!” a voice shouted from outside my office as they were knocking on my door. “Oh, sh*t!” I whispered to myself as I wiped my tears and quickly gathered myself to go open the door. As I opened the door, I see one of my co-workers by the name of Natasha.

I have seen her around the office but we have never really had a proper conversation before. From what I have seen, I could say she was that person who was the sweetest but never took no BS from anyone. I really admired her from afar. She was standing in my office in the middle of the night with confusion in her eyes.

“Hey, what are you doing here so late?” she asked. “I could be asking you the same question,” I responded as I chuckled to hide the fact that I was crying. She looked into my eyes and immediately noticed that I was crying. “I heard a sound coming from your office…are you okay?” she asked as she kept eye contact and I couldn’t keep it together. I said I was okay just to shrug her off.

She wouldn’t go away until I told her what was wrong. I like keeping things to myself and I did not think anyone would actually care about how I was feeling or why I was crying. “You must be Miss Mothusi, right? The new intern?” she asked. “Yes, I am Bonolo Mothusi. You can just call me Bonolo,” I said. “Nice to formally meet you, Bonolo, despite the current circumstance. I am Natasha,” she said as if I didn’t know who she was. “Nice to meet you too, Natasha,” I smiled.

Even a five-year-old could see how forced that smile was. “Can I help you with something, Natasha? I was just working on an article. I didn’t wanna wait until tomorrow,” I said. She looked at my desk and saw tissues all over it. “Oh, really?” she asked sceptically. “Yes, I was just about to go home. I was done anyway,” as I cleared the tissues off my desk and took my bag to leave. “You can’t fool me, Bonolo. Sis, what’s wrong?” she asked and that was my breaking point.

I bawled my eyes out in front of her. She hugged me so tightly as if she had known me for a long time. I really needed that hug. About 30 minutes later, I was calm. I stopped crying. She brought us some tea to drink while we talk. I told her what was happening and she was really empathetic and gave me a shoulder to cry on.

From that day on, we became friends. She would come check on me during lunch time at work. Sometimes, we would go shopping over the weekend. I felt a bit lighter at heart. I didn’t feel as lonely as I used to feel. She was just an angel sent from above. A friend I never thought I needed. We were so much alike and we liked the same things.

The fact that I am a le***an did not faze her until it came to my knowledge that she has a best friend and roommate who is also a le***an. I hadn’t met her friend yet but it was so good to know that I would have more friends now.

Two months down the line, I was given a huge project that I needed to work on and this time, I would have to really stay up late at the office to get it done. Natasha came to my rescue and decided to help me out with the project even though she had other things to do. What more could you ask for in a friend? Even though we were friends, we never let work get in the way of that and vice versa.

We worked on the project for weeks and she decided to invite me to stay over at her and her best friend’s apartment for a few days so that we won’t have to stay up all night at the office to finish the project. Her friend said it was okay for me to come over and I was excited about that.

16/10/2023

Q***r Stories: A Friend Between Us
*Part 9* 🏳️‍🌈

I spent the whole day pacing up and down, trying to figure out how I am going to deal with this. I couldn’t help but think about Bonolo still, even though she said she didn’t feel the same way. As I was wandering all over the place, the main door opened. It was Natasha. “Nat, you’re back?” I said with a huge shock on my face.

“Happy to see you too, bestie,” she said sarcastically as she put her bags down. I went on to hug her to welcome her back. “No, no, Nat. I just thought you said you were coming back tomorrow,” I said. “Oh, yeah. I decided to come back today because I missed you guys so much and I couldn’t let you have all the fun without me before heading back to work,” she said with a huge smile on her face.

I chuckled nervously. “Where is Bonolo by the way? Bonolo! I’m back. Bonolo!” she shouted. I cleared my throat. “Did she go out or something? Where is she?” she asked. “Uhm, Nat…Bonolo left,” I said sadly. “Oh, where did she go?” she asked. “I mean, she went back to her place,” I said as I cleared my throat. “Why? Did something happen?” she asked.

My eyes kept wandering around. I couldn’t look her in the eye and tell her what happened. She noticed and asked what I did to Bonolo for her to leave. “I didn’t do anything,” I defended myself. “Then why would she leave when I told her to wait for me before she leaves? Let me call her to check on her. Maybe something happened,” she said.

I had to come clean and tell her what happened. She tried to call her but her phone kept going to voicemail. This buys me time find the right words to tell her what happened. I mean, we have been best friends for almost ten years, but I didn’t know what her reaction would be. “I’ll call her back later,” she said.

We sat down on the couch in the living room. “How is your mom and the family? Is everything alright?” I asked. She told me everything that happened at home and everything has been solved. “Anyway, how have you been, bestie? Was everything okay while I was gone?” she asked. I was mumbling and tripping over my words. “We did have fun while you were gone,” I chuckled nervously. “We even went to that art gallery I was telling you about. I don’t think we are gonna be allowed to go back there ever again, we got too tipsy…ahem!” I said as I cleared my throat.

“Oh, no!” Natasha burst out laughing. “Sounds like you guys had so much fun. I’m glad you got along just fine,” she said with excitement in her voice. “Nat…” I called out her name. At this point I needed to tell her exactly what happened for Bonolo to leave. “Yes?” she responded. “Bonolo, left because of me,” I said, feeling guilty and ashamed. “What happened,” she said with concern in her voice. “We kissed,” I said. “What?!” she said in disbelief.

16/10/2023

Q***r Stories: A Friend Between Us
*Part 8* 🏳️‍🌈

I couldn’t sleep the entire night because I kept replaying our kiss over and over in my head. I know we were both a little bit drunk but my feelings were confirmed. I am in love with my best friend’s friend. I can’t just pretend like nothing happened. I kept wondering if she felt the same way I did.

Why would she run off the way she did if she didn’t feel anything for me at all? I wanted to get up and knock on her door so bad so that we could talk about the kiss but I decided to give her some time to sober up and get some rest and then talk in the morning. I woke up really early in the morning the next day to make breakfast. I couldn’t sleep anyway.

As I was making breakfast, I kept peeking at her door, hoping that she would walk out. After an hour or so, she comes out of her room as if nothing happened. “Good morning,” she said as she sat by the counter where I was finishing up making breakfast. “Good morning,” I responded with a smile on my face. “That smells good. What are you making?” as she leans over to see what I was making. “Nothing special. Just eggs, bacon and toast. You slept well?” I asked.

“Uh, yes, I did,” as she looks away shyly. There was some tension arising and the silence at that moment was deafening. “So about last night—“ I said, at the same time Bonolo said, “So did you sleep well—“ This is what you call an awkward moment. She added, “Uhm, last night was a blur honestly.” “So are you saying you don’t remember what happened last night?” I asked out of frustration. I mean we were not that drunk. I do not get her sometimes.

She is one thing one moment and then a completely different person the next. “We were both drunk--“ “No, we were not,” I interrupted. “You kissed me, Bonolo. Are we not going to talk about that?” I asked. “This is all too much for me, Mar. I acted out of character. The wine got to my head,” she said. “Now we are blaming it on the alcohol, huh?” still frustrated.

How do you kiss someone like that and act as if it meant nothing? I kept asking myself. “I was vulnerable and you were there. I had a great time with you last night but my mind is all over the place. I don’t want to put myself in a position that would hurt me again,” she said. “Not everyone is your ex, Bonolo. You’ve got to let that go. She was not meant for you. If she was, she wouldn’t have hurt you like that,” I reassured her.

“I know how I feel when I look at you and last night just confirmed everything I was feeling,” I added. She was in disbelief. “What exactly are you saying, Mar?” she asked. I went to her side of the counter where she was sitting and stood in front of her as she looked up at me. “I’m saying that I have fallen for you. I fell for you the moment I saw you the first time standing right there by the door with Natasha. I just ignored the feeling because of how things started off between us. But I knew from that moment I laid my eyes on you that you were the one. Last night was confirmation for me. I know you felt the same way,” I said.

Her eyes were filled with tears but she wouldn’t admit and denied her feelings for me. “Mar, this is all so overwhelming. I didn’t expect you to feel that way about me. I can’t. I’m sorry. This is too much. I…I don’t feel the same way,” she said softly as she stood up. “I have to go. Please let Natasha know that I will see her at work and thanks for letting me stay here for some time, I really appreciate it,” she said softly and went on to pack her bags and left. I was stood there heartbroken like I was left at the altar.

I know I might’ve came in too strong for her. This time I couldn’t stop Bonolo from leaving. What on earth was I thinking? How will I explain what happened to Natasha? Will things ever be the same between us? She is both our friend and I don’t want her to be caught up in all of this. My impulsive nature might’ve ruined a good friendship.

13/10/2023

Q***r Stories: A Friend Between Us
*Part 7* 🏳️‍🌈

We went to our rooms to get ready to go out for the night. I wore the most comfortable clothes I could find. It’s not like it’s a date or anything, right? I finished first and waited for Bonolo in the living room to finish up.

Ten minutes later, she finally gets out of the bedroom and as I turned to look at her, I was blown away. She had on a red, silk crisscross backless dress with shoes to match. You know that part in a movie where everything is in slow motion and the person is just captured by the beauty of someone? I felt like I was in that part of a movie. I was lost in her beauty. She was so beautiful that I couldn’t hear her speak to me.

“Mar…Mar?...Hello?” she said as she waved her hand to catch my attention. I quickly came back to my senses. “Oh, sorry. You were saying?” I asked. “I said, are you ready to go?” she responded. She asked if I was okay from the way I was looking at her. “What is it? Am I too overdressed? Cat got my tongue and I couldn’t even speak properly. “Uhm, no, no, you are not overdressed. You look perfect,” I said awkwardly.

She looked at me like she didn’t believe me but she let it slide and smiled anyway. “Thanks,” she said. There was a sense of chemistry between us, I cannot deny that. I need to get myself together at this point. I cannot fall for my best friend’s friend. What kind of friend will that make me? But she is making it so hard for me not to fall for her. How will I go on the whole night with her and keep it together? Maybe it’s all in my head.

There is nothing wrong with finding another person attractive as long as I don’t act on it. A few days ago, I wouldn’t have thought that she and I would get along. Strange world. We eventually left the apartment after the awkward conversation. We got to our first location which was a nice, Italian restaurant nearby. I ordered myself a pasta dish while she just wanted pizza. I must say that the dinner started off really offish and tense.

We eventually let loose and started opening up about a lot of things, our work, our hometowns, our favourite hobbies, all those things you talk about on a date, however, remember that this was not a date. I was just being a friendly host, getting to know my best friend’s friend and colleague. After a while, we were done with dinner and she tried to pay her bill and as a gentle woman, I stopped her. “I’m the one who suggested this outing, don’t worry about it. I got it,” I said.

“That’s really sweet of you, Mar, thank you,” she said with a smile on her face. I know she can be a nutcase but seeing this sweet side of her made my heart melt. Off we went to our next destination. There was this art gallery that I have always wanted to go to and this was the perfect opportunity to check it out. They even have a section by the rooftop where you can watch the stars, sip your wine and paint anything that you want even if you are not an artist.

We were sipping on our wine, painting, having a good time. I like the fact that our energies matched and we both like playing and goofing off. I think the wine got to our heads a bit and we started messing up the whole place with the paint and painted each other until they asked us to leave. That was one of the funniest and best moments of my life. I’m sure they won’t allow us back in that place ever again. We took a walk around the city, talking, laughing and having a good time.

The night eventually came to an end and we had to go home. When we got home, we were still tipsy and couldn’t stop laughing about the night we had. We sat next to each other by the kitchen counter and had some coffee before we went to bed. “This was a great night, Mar. I appreciate you taking me out. I really needed that. I don’t remember the last time I had so much fun,” she said with excitement on her face. “I know, right?...The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for coming out with me—“. As I was talking, she leaned in and kissed me.

All that was needed was some classical music playing in the background. She stopped and pulled back. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…I need to go to bed,” she said as she stood up. I’m still in awe of what just happened and I couldn’t utter a single word. “Good night, Mar,” she said as she quickly ran to her room.

11/10/2023

Q***r Stories: A Friend Between Us
*Part 6* 🏳️‍🌈

Bonolo finally comes out of the bedroom with her bags packed and ready to leave while I was sitting in the living room. She just uttered the words “You don’t have to deal with me anymore.” Even though I wanted her to leave, I felt guilty after what happened earlier so I tried to stop her from leaving.

“Listen, Bonolo. I didn’t mean to shout at you earlier. I felt like there was something you have against me from the way you have been treating me the past two days and I had enough of that behaviour,” I said. “I just—nevermind. You don’t have to deal with me anymore,” she said as she continued walking towards the door.

I stood up and grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving. She stopped and we stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. I had forgotten how gorgeous she was because of her attitude towards me. I might have felt a little spark between us despite what happened the past two days. I didn’t even know if she was straight or not because we never got a chance to get to know each other.

I just shrugged off the feeling and continued to stop her from leaving and I know that Natasha wouldn’t like it if I just let her go like that. I know that we didn’t like each other at first but I was willing to get to know her and find out why she was acting that way towards me. It’s like I felt sorry for her. She seems to be a bit calm and finally put her bags down.

We both sat down on the couch and I politely asked her if she was okay and if there is anything she would like to get off her chest even though we got off on the wrong foot. To my surprise, she started opening up to me. “Listen, Mar. When I first saw you, you reminded me so much of my ex, who broke my heart into a million pieces...

I got triggered in a way because I thought I healed from that trauma and then I saw you. I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I took it out on you. I feel ashamed and I’m sorry.” I was shocked. I didn’t know how to take it. So I dug deeper into the situation. I asked her what is it about me that reminds her of her ex. She said, “it’s not you in particular.

She was a stud and you are a stud and I told myself that I don’t ever want to deal with any other stud ever in my life.” I chuckled a bit and said, “you know not all studs are the same.” “So you say,” she said. We both laughed. I was seeing a different side to her which was way better than the one I met two days ago.

Since Natasha won’t be back for another day, I thought maybe I should show her around and get to know her since we are both her friends. It only makes sense if we got along. “Seems like Natasha attracts a lot of gay people,” I said and we both laughed. This was going way better than I thought. It is a Saturday night after all. We could go out and loosen up a bit instead of being stuck in the house.

09/10/2023

Q***r Stories: A Friend Between Us
*Part 5* 🏳️‍🌈

I went to sit by her side and tried to calm her down even though I was really annoyed at her. She stood up and went to Natasha’s room and shut the door, leaving me confused. I know I shouldn’t have shouted at her but she really got on my nerves.

Hours passed and she was still in Natasha’s room. I started feeling bad. Why am I like this? She’s the one that started it. I had no beef with her but she was acting up towards me. I was getting worried so I went to knock at the door, hoping she’ll open but there was silence and no response. At this point, I didn’t know what to do. Why do I care so much about her at this moment? Is it guilt? I promised Natasha that I would take care of her, now I’m the bad guy.

Half an hour later, I knocked again. “Hey, Bonolo. I made you something to eat. Would you please come out and eat?” Still no response. My phone started to ring. Oh my goodness! It’s Natasha. Did she say something to Natasha? At this point, I’m so nervous about answering the call but eventually I did.

“Hey, bestie. I just wanted to let you know that I made it home safely, and I hope everything is still okay over there,” Natasha said. “uhm uh, yes, Nat. I’m glad you made it home safely, and, uh, everything is oaky. Bonolo is just taking a nap. We will be having dinner soon,” I responded nervously.

She believed whatever I told her. “I can’t wait for you to get back tomorrow, we miss you already,” I said. “Uhm, about that? My mom wants me to stay an extra day. I’m so sorry. But I know you and Bonolo will be fine. Talk to you soon. Love ya,” she said as she hung up.

This was becoming a nightmare for real. I tried everything I could to get Bonolo out of the room but she wouldn’t budge. A few minutes later, I hear the bedroom door opening...

09/10/2023

Q***r Stories: A Friend Between Us
*Part 4* 🏳️‍🌈

As the day progressed, Natasha had packed some of her clothes in her small suitcase, ready to leave. I was a bit nervous, hoping that she would ask me to come with her but I knew that it was a family emergency and I couldn’t just show up at her home because it would be disrespectful and I can’t leave “our” guest alone in our apartment.

I had no choice but to stay with Bonolo. God knows what she’ll do to me once Natasha is gone. Moments later, Natasha says her goodbyes and tells Bonolo that I would take good care of her in her absence and she will be back as soon as possible. I wanted the world to swallow me whole.

Natasha hugs both of us and then she was gone. Now it’s me and Bonolo staring at each other in total silence. How I wish I had other friends I could call over to stay with us while Natasha is gone. I went to sit by the living room and watch TV and guess who decided to join me? You guessed it! Bonolo. She took the TV remote out of my hand and changed the channel because apparently I watch boring shows.

No words were exchanged at this moment. It was total silence. It was getting too awkward and I decided to leave her alone in the living room and go to my room where I could read in peace. Not even five minutes into reading my book, I hear her laughing so loud, I swear the neighbours could hear her. She is clearly looking for attention. I continued reading and ignoring her and then she increased the volume while laughing even louder.

At this point, I had finally reached my boiling point. I got out of my room and told her I will not tolerate her behaviour towards me anymore and whatever that she is trying to do. “Listen, Bonolo. Natasha is not here now, you can drop the act and tell me what your problem is with me because clearly you are doing all of this on purpose and I’m not going to tolerate this behaviour in my own home. If you don’t like the fact that I’m a le***an and friends with Natasha, the door is wide open if you want to leave!” I shouted.

To my surprise, she started crying. I didn’t know whether she was faking it and manipulating me or she was being for real. She continued crying. I think this is serious. Natasha had told me earlier that she was going through a lot but why was she taking it out on me?

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