PAIN BEHIND THE BEAUTIFUL FACE
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Amahle's pov
The police arrived about 20 minutes later, and my father let them in. They asked me a few questions about the scratching sound and the message from Xolani.
One of the officers, a kind-looking woman with a gentle smile, asked me if I had any idea who Xolani was or why he might be targeting me.
As the police continued to ask me questions and take notes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Who was Xolani, and what did he want from me?
As the police officer asked me about Xolani, I felt a wave of emotions wash over me. Fear, anger, sadness - it all came flooding back.
I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. "I know who Xolani is," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
The officer's eyes locked onto mine, filled with concern. "Who is he, Amahle?" she asked gently.
I hesitated, unsure of how to reveal the truth. But something about the officer's kind face made me trust her.
"He's the one who...who killed my mother," I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth like a confession.
The officer's expression changed, her eyes filling with shock and sympathy. "Oh, Amahle, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice filled with compassion.
My father's eyes met mine, filled with a mix of sadness and anger. He knew the truth about Xolani, and he knew how much it still hurt me.
The officer leaned forward, her eyes locked onto mine. "We'll do everything we can to keep you safe, Amahle," she promised. "And we'll make sure Xolani pays for what he's done."