[STORY] BEHIND CHURCH DOORS (Episode 49)

Episode 49.

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I am restlessly pacing back and forth like a caged animal. my heart is pounding loud and my head feels like it is about to explode. How could Missy do this to the Bishop and the Church? How could she do this to me?
And I thought she was joking and didn’t have any real evidence. The things she brought out in that documentary will damage the Pattern of Life church. I don’t think they can rise from this mess. Did Missy have to drag me into this though? Including personal conversations I had with Bishop? I should have known she was fake. She invaded my privacy and recorded personal conversations. How do I face Zyair? Yes, between Zyair and Bishop I would have gone for the later but that was before all this mess.

Immediately the documentary ended, my phone started buzzing constantly with everyone checking in to ask what’s going on. “Is it true?” “You cheated on Zyair. Is the Bishop a cultist?” It’s no one’s business what I do or did. I don’t owe them an explanation. I have turned off my phone, I don’t want to deal with anyone at the moment. I need to think about what I will tell Zyair when he gets back.

When the door creaks open. I freeze. My heart thuds louder. I don’t have anything to tell him. Zyair walks into the living room, eyes me from head to toe and heads to the bedroom without saying a word to me.

I sit on the couch and patiently wait for his next move? Will he send me packing?
Will he get violent? Zyair is a very calm man but when you provoke him, you awaken a beast in him. He has never physically hurt me but there’s a look in his eyes that gives me goosebumps when he is angry.
I wait for what seems like forever, and then Zyair finally comes out of the bedroom. I notice that he has changed into his pajamas. It seems he went to take a bath.
‘”I am starving, is there food in this house?” He asks. I shoot him a surprised look. Is he being serious right now? Asking about food at a time like this?

He doesn’t wait for me to answer, instead he heads into the kitchen. “You didn’t cook?”
“No I didn’t. I haven’t been feeling too well.”
“Okay, I will cook.”
“Okay.”
“Did you have class today? How was it?” He asks, now I am confused and wondering what he is trying to do. Is it that he didn’t watch the documentary or he is just playing dumb? I would rather he confronts me though than act like everything is fine. I can’t deal with this kind of treatment.
“I didn’t go to school today.”
“And work?”
“What about work?”
“You didn’t go?”
“I did. I just got back home early.”
“Heard your Bishop was arrested.”
My heart slams harder against my chest and I wait for his next question but it doesn’t come.
“Yes he was.”
“I see,” he says.

He turns on the radio and hums to the song playing as he cooks. And when he is done almost an hour later, he sets the table and asks me to eat with him. I hesitantly join him but I am scared to eat the food. What if he has just poisoned me? Why is he acting so nice?
When I sit down, there is an uncomfortable silence between us as he dishes up for us. After he says grace he starts eating. While I lower my eyes to my plate and stare at the food.
Zyair is an amazing cook and under normal circumstances I would have already dug into my food. He has made grilled chicken, fries and vegetable salads.
He looks up at me,” Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“You are not eating? You don’t like the food?”
“I do,” I force a smile.
“Eat up,” he says before he refocuses on his food again. I stare at him for several long minutes before I shake my head and try to force myself to eat. He wouldn’t be capable of killing me would he? Zyair is not that heartless.

I force myself to eat a little before finally crossing the kitchen and dumping what is left in the trash. Then I start washing the dishes, he walks in a couple of minutes later and places his plate on the sink.
“I had a hectic day. I think I am going to sleep now. Good night,” he leans in and kisses my forehead.

I take my time in the kitchen. Scrubbing the walls and the floors. I scrub the counters as well as the windows too then I sweep until everything is spotless. By the time I am done it’s almost midnight. When I walk into the bedroom, Zyair is fast asleep and snoring quietly. I change into my pajamas and slide under the covers as quietly as possible. I feel exhausted, but I’ve never felt more awake in my life. Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now.

There are too many thoughts running through my mind and, to be honest I am afraid Zyair could wake up and strangle me while I am sleeping.

For all the long hours of the night I turn and toss , until morning finds me worn out with anxiety and fear. Getting out of bed, I head to the living room and turn my phone back on.
The messages begin to pop in immediately. I ignore them as I text Senna, “Hey can we meet today?”
“Hey, that won’t be possible, busy day ahead.”
“What about tomorrow?”
“I will let you know when I have some free time.”
“I really need to see you,” I text back but I don’t get a response to that text even when it’s been delivered and read. So I turn my phone off again.

“Morning!” Zyair says, tapping my shoulder. I jump under his touch. Startled, I let out a brief scream before turning around to face him.
“Are you okay?”
“You scared me.”
“I am sorry. You are up early today. Going to work?”
“Yes,” I nod my head.
Pastor Ruth said I needed to show up today so I can attend to queries and concerns that will come through. I don’t even know if it’s a good idea for me to show up there but since this is my job, I have no option but to do so.
“I see. I am not working today. Pacey lost her sister yesterday and i will be going to Kafue for the funeral. I might not be back until after the burial which is in two days time.
“Okay.”
“I will send some money for groceries and your upkeep. You get in touch if you need anything.”
“Okay.”
To Be Continued…. . . .

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