Little Nathaniel watched his parents fight every day and watched his mother cry every time his father was done shouting and hitting her. But every single time she forced herself to stop crying, picked him up, rocked him, and sang sweet songs in their mother tongue to calm his scared little heart. He loved his mother, to him she was the strongest woman alive. His experience growing up in a distraught, dysfunctional home made his mind mature even faster than his body. He was a beautiful boy, his father’s genes were strong in him, and his mother’s strength coursed through his veins. Even though he spent nights crying he woke up every day vowing to one day make his mother smile again. To him, no woman could ever be like his mother.To him, his mother could do no wrong which was why when he fell under the cruel hand of measles at age 7 he didn’t blame her when she turned to the streets to get the money needed for his treatment. If it was the first time Anja Schmidt had ever had to sell her
“Where is the runt?! Where is my son?”Isaiah Kopano came out of his office to see what all the commotion was about. At the entrance of the orphanage where a hassled secretary, a dark-skinned woman with braided hair and a polyester gown was trying to calm the man shouting. It was a bearded man with shaggy hair and worn-out clothes.“What is going on here, Sarah?” Isaiah asked.Sarah turned grateful to find him there. “This man says he is looking for his son.”Isaiah cast a weary gaze at Johann standing there reeking of vomit and booze. He knew Johann very well, everyone in the Miners Village knew him because they had encountered him at one point or another in gutters and on the streets. “Your son?”“Don’t question me, bring him out.”“Well, who is your son?”“Nathaniel or whatever his name is.”Isaiah turned to Sarah who was watching the exchange, she was glad she didn’t have to deal with the smelly, rude, white man stained with grime.“He is talking about the boy who cleans.”Isaiah
He was taken to Fredrick.Nathaniel didn’t know what to think of Fredrick. He knew him by name, knew him by his wealth, and had passed him on the streets numerous times yet just like everyone else in town he barely knew Fredrick. What he and everyone else did know though was he wasn’t a kind man. Many hopeful miners had gone to him for employment, hoping to make their fortune off him and he turned down every single one, opting only to buy the children of poor families who would sell their children for a little cash.One of these unlucky ones was Nathaniel. Although, he didn’t know for sure how much Fredrick paid his father.On his first day in Fredrick’s house, he didn’t meet the man personally but he met his housekeeper, a solemn Gaboran woman with fizzy brownish-red hair and a large bosom. She took him to a fairly large room. It was sparsely decorated but Nathaniel couldn’t tell when all he had ever known in his life was the walls of the boarding house he was born and brought up in.
Only one boy chose the diamond farm leaving 4 boys remaining, Nate included. Over the course of several weeks they were groomed; haircuts, clothes, shoes, food and manners of eating, everything they needed to have for their services. The boys still didn’t know what those services entailed but eventually, they began to get requests. Except for Nathaniel, he never got requested. Tshepo was the first to leave, he was given an overnight bag to pack the basics so he would be taken to his new temporary master.“This is it,” he said excitedly to Nate. “Wish me luck.”“Good luck,” Nate told his friend. “How long till you come back?”Tshepo shrugged. “Maybe a week.”“Tell me everything that happens.” Nate made him promise. Eventually, Fredrick’s men came to take Tshepo away. Two days later the two other boys were taken away and once again it was just Nate in the room. The four beds that had been added before upon the other boys' arrival remained there awaiting their return.For a while the doo
It was months until he saw her again. He was alone in the room thinking about the other boys, wondering how they were all faring. He thought about Tshepo. It was how many months now? Three? Four? The year was almost over, he would be 16 before the turn of the new year.He wondered when he would ever get to work. He suspected the other boys were getting paid by now for their services. Maybe Fredrick had forgotten about him? The blind girl had said he never brought in foreigners so what if Fredrick had forgotten he was there? He wanted to work in order to save as much as he could to leave Gabore. Yet all he did all day was check the rooms, he had found the library during one of his explorations. It had floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with leather-bound books. He excitedly flipped through pages as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Then the year ended. He ended the new year with as much knowledge about the countries of the world outside Gabore as anyone who had visited
They walked along the streets. Nate was surprised at the changes that had taken place in and around the town in just a short while. There was a small building with the words DISCO NIGHT hung above the doorway, there was a new food stall and the woman who ran it was a familiar neighbor. It wasn’t as if all the changes were dramatic but they were good noticeable changes and it shocked him how long he had been living in Mr. Fredrick’s house for all of these changes to have occurred.They went through the town and through a back alley and soon came onto the familiar street where the Boarding House was located.The drinking pub his father used to visit was still there, no longer as fancy but the regular customers still hung around. He couldn’t see his father in front of the pub but he didn’t care. Turning a look of disgust away from the pub he guided Anele and the both of them entered the Boarding House.The usually bursting Boarding House was in dismay, a sense of poverty and depression h
Nate didn’t know what to make of Tshepo’s disposition toward him. There was a change in his friend that hadn't been there before he was taken away a few months ago. Even when Nate went to hug him to welcome him, glad that there was a ray of hope in his otherwise gloomy day, Tshepo’s response was a cold smile, his eyes, once sparkling brown with happiness were cold and distant. Nate had been happy and refreshed to see his best friend, especially after learning what happened to his mother yet here he was feeling as if his friend returned as a shell of his usual self.Tshepo threw a passing glance Anele’s way and that was the only time he smiled.“You have a girlfriend?”Nate didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t his girlfriend but he liked her. He was at a loss for words but Anele raised her hand to Tshepo for a handshake and then with a kiss pressed on Nate’s cheek she went away to the kitchen.Tshepo would not speak as they made their way to the room. Nate helped him with his bag and wa
Hot sobs choked Nate's throat as he struggled against Johnson’s stronghold. The man was a lot stronger than he looked.He felt his arms grow weak, he was still trying to hold on to the door frame to escape and his fingers were getting weak and bloodied because he was holding on so tight.“Fight!” Tshepo’s words came back to him.So this is what he meant when he said that? Nate thought. His heart broke for his friend. He had been gone for months and this was what he had to go through? How many times? he wondered.Suddenly, the adrenaline coursing through him made him unhook his fingers from the door and reach back to fight Johnson. Johnson’s loose body rippled as he held on to Nate with all his strength.“Stupid boy stay still! I paid a lot for you.”Nate growled and fought like a wild cat. He would not go down easily. Suddenly he lost his footing and Johnson caught hold of his feet and dragged him back into the room.“Help me! Help!” Nate cried out but no one came to his rescue even t
It was two days later before they left Gem Hills. Mabel had been lucky enough to sustain only a first-degree burn on her left foot. She had also inhaled a lot of smoke but that had been purged out of her, leaving her with a croaky voice.Nate on the other hand did have a burn on his leg and his skin stung from the heat of the fire but he was lucky to have gotten out with just that much. Especially considering the fact that he was naked at the time of the fire. It could have been worse given that he had been rescued seconds before the roof came crashing down. Rachel supported Nate as they walked to the car with Tom in front. Once again Tom had his proud father smile for Rachel.He assisted her to get Nate into the car and did the same for Mabel. Behind them was James, Nate’s head of security, and two of his colleagues, ready to go with them to the airport.Tshepo had wanted more security men to go with them but Nate had made him see reasons why that would attract more attention than th
“Nate? Can you hear me?”His eyelids fluttered open. His eyes stung and water seeped from the edges.There was an excited gasp beside him. Suddenly soft hands were cradling his face. At first, he couldn’t see but when he blinked rapidly and the blur cleared he saw Rachel’s tear-streaked face. She was crying and laughing.“You are alive,” she laughed, kissing his face and hair and his nose and cheeks. He groaned. His skin burned and his chest felt tight. He remembered coughing up smoke and being dragged out of the fire. He remembered Mabel hanging limp in his hands. But what he worried about the most was Rachel’s safety. His hand, though heavy as lead, came up to cradle her face. She kissed his palm and cried.“Are you okay?” he croaked. “Are you hurt? The baby?"She shook her head violently. “No I am fine, we are fine. You saved me remember?”He remembered pushing her outside the burning house. He opened his mouth to speak again but could only cough some more. Rachel left his side to
And he was going to do his best not to fail.By the time they went to bed, it was late into the night and their efforts at thinking of a means to stop Jacob was futile. There was nothing they could do.Mabel let Nate stay with them. Rachel wouldn’t hear of him sleeping on the couch so she invited him to her room where he lay on the tiny bed with his legs dangling over the edge and his arms around her.“You are such a large man, do you know that?”“In more ways than one,” he joked.Rachel laughed lightly but she was thinking again. “What if Jacob was to take you to court, hard as his kind of story is to believe, he does have that sheet of paper naming him as Fredrick’s heir, what will you do if you lost your wealth?” she asked. “I can’t imagine you living in a place like this where your feet dangled over the edge of the bed.”“I’ll survive. I don’t worry about the money, I only worry about the children. He will cut off all expenses and enslave them in the mines as Fredrick did.”Rachel
It wasn’t the first time in his life he told someone the story of his birth and everything he had been through, but it was the first time he told the story as it was without making himself the victim of circumstances. He told her facts, plain and simple and her face animated what she thought about his story. When he talked about the death of his mother she mourned for her and held him and when he talked about Fredrick selling him off her eyes showed her anger. When he talked about Tshepo, her eyes had widened in surprise. “You know that GHIA man?” she asked in astonishment. “He is like a brother to me.” “Yeah, I got that. You did kind of grow up together in a sense.” she was amused. “No wonder he was so concerned about me. He is very protective of you.” “Vera said the same thing,” he confessed, burying his fingers in the curls of her hair. He enjoyed the feel of her soft body pressed against his. Rachel rose on her elbow to reward him with a questioning glare. “Vera?” “Ah, I see
Rachel was watching him as she spoke and she frowned.“I am ready to tell you everything you need to know. The only reason I could come clean earlier, even after it became obvious that I was falling hard again for another woman was because I was genuinely scared of another Vera situation. I truly was ready to come clean until I came into the study that day and saw that you already saw the videos and emails I kept.”“I was hurt, Nate.”“I know,” he pressed forward and reached for her hand. She wouldn’t let him hold her. He didn’t want to give up just yet. She had every right to be angry but he wanted her back and he was ready to brave through the thorns of her heart to win her back. “I am a bastard for what I did but if there’s one thing I must do right, it’s to make you happy all over again and I cannot forgive myself until I do that.”She bowed her head. “Forgiving you won’t be easy.”“I will keep trying until I die if that’s how long it would take.”She raised shimmering eyes to his
Mabel left reluctantly and only then could Nate breathe a sigh of relief. He watched her go into town leaving just him and Rachel. But once she left he didn’t know what to say or do. All he had in mind when he left the heart of the city was to see Rachel and now that he was here what words could he say? Would words be enough?“You keep losing weight. The last time I saw you your suit hung on you and now…at least you shaved this time.”He smiled at her words. “I don’t think I planned my arrival properly then. I would have fattened myself up on the way if I knew you were concerned about my size.”She stared at him, her brown eyes dark in the dying light. There was no smile for him. He didn’t expect her to smile and welcome him with open hands anyway. He wanted to convince himself she was alright, he was here now he could see she was doing good…he should get back into his car and drive off.But he didn’t.“How is your shoulder?” she asked.He raised his brows, surprised that she remember
After every session, he began to open up well enough to let the darkness in his heart go. But with every ounce of darkness that left his heart, a void appeared and he knew what he needed to fill that void.Even though Tshepo had warned him not to see Rachel for fear of putting her in danger again, he couldn’t help but yearn for her over and over again. He still had the problem of Jacob defaming him, and spreading lies about him and his involvement with Rachel. Tshepo advised that it was best they continued to let Jacob believe she was dead so that they could keep doing their investigation in private and when they had enough proof of his illegal activities and his partners in crime they could pull the rug out from under him. It wasn't just enough to destroy Jacob, they had to take his cohorts with him too.Nate understood the importance of letting Tshepo do his job but he felt he would die if he didn’t convince himself of Rachel’s safety so he did what he knew best. He threatened Tshep
He needed help.He did. He stared at Vera’s head as she bowed her head crying into her hand to muffle her sobs, unable to move. For a long time he could only watch her and when he opened his mouth to speak his voice was a croak.“You really think I need help?”She sniffed and lifted her head to wipe at her eyes. “You do, Nate. I thought about it for a long time and realized I wasn’t fair to you when I left. Our marriage vows were for better or worse and I broke them, leaving you when I could have helped.”“Was I really that terrible?”“You are not a terrible person. What you do for those children in Gabore is more than enough proof of that. You give them hope, you make them smile again, and provide more than they can ever hope for. You are a good person but you do take people who care about you for granted. You perceive us as enemies. For a long time, I thought I could change you, I thought loving you and letting you have your way with me for your pleasure would convince you that I wa
It surprised him how easily the media ate up Jacob’s lies. But Nate thought he shouldn’t be surprised at all. It wasn’t the first time the man lied on national television and he seemed so fearless about it too.Tshepo voiced what he was thinking. “If you are thinking Jacob Henderson has friends in high places you are not wrong. Arresting him will be difficult. I have dug through a lot of his messes in the past and that sex trade of his is far more complicated than you and I can ever think about. We are talking Jeffrey Epstein's type of business. He has senators, tycoons, governors even Monarchs in the palm of his hands. He is an underdog with much more power than the man on the seat.”“So you are saying you cannot put a stop to his evil?” Nate asked, annoyed that he already knew Tshepo’s answer.Tshepo shook his head. “Not until I know what his endgame is. There is a bigger picture here, I can’t tell you the details neither can I tell you about my suspicions but keeping you safe is th