AMELIA POV
Marco left the room leaving me laying on my back.
I walked over to my drawer, hands trembling as I searched for the cotton, grabbing the alcohol from the dresser.
My mind racing as I try to figure out how Marco end up here, asking for cotton and alcohol.
I exhaled deeply.
As I stepped into the living room, the sight of blood smeared on my floor almost made my stomach churn again. Teejay was slumped in the corner of the settee, his shirt drenched in red, while Marco, worked frantically to stop the bleeding.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and sweat.
The sight froze me in place, my breath catching in my throat. Teejay's eyes flickered up to meet mine, his expression a mix of pain and frustration.
"Yuh find di ting dem yet?" Marco barked, snapping me out of my trance.
I nodded, holding out the cotton and alcohol with my hands shaking. Marco grabbed them without a word, ripping open the packet of cotton and dousing it in alcohol.
Teejay hissed sharply as Marco pressed it to his side, his jaw tightening.
"Hold still, dawg. Yuh prefer fi dead?" Marco muttered, his tone serious with concern.
"Me good," Teejay grunted, speaking lowly.
I hovered near the doorway, unsure of what to do. My eyes darted between the two men, the blood pooling on the floor. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to get out before things got worse.
"Amelia," Marco called, breaking through my panicked thoughts.
"Y-yes?" I stammered, stepping closer.
"Me want a clean towel and some hot water. Fast!", he ordered without looking up.
I rushed to the kitchen, filling a basin with hot water and run to the bathroom grabbing a towel. My hands were still trembling as I carried it back to the living room.
Marco snatched the towel, soaking it in the water before pressing it against Teejay's wound.
Teejay winced, his head falling back against the settee, beads of sweat rolling down his face.
"You lucky it nuh reach deeper," Marco said, examining the wound. "But yuh still need stitches."
"Lee soon reach," Teejay muttered through clenched teeth.
"Who is Lee?" I blurted out, unable to keep quiet any longer.
Teejay's lips twitched into a faint smirk despite his pain. "Doctor," he replied simply.
A doctor? What kind of man keeps a doctor on call like this?
"Yuh nuh need fi worry, Amelia," Marco said, glancing at me. "We soon outta yuh place."
I nodded, though his words did little to calm me. The sight of Teejay like this—injured, vulnerable—contrasted so sharply with the cocky, confident man who had dropped me home just hours ago.
"Yuh alright?" Teejay asked suddenly, his voice breaking through the silence.
I blinked, frightened. "Me? You're the one who's bleeding," I said, my tone sassy than I intended.
He chuckled, though it quickly turned into a grimace. "Yuh strong, Amelia. Stronger than yuh think."
The weight of his words settled over me, but before I could respond, there was a sharp knock at the door. Marco jumped to his feet, his hand moving to his waistband.
"A Lee," a voice called from outside.
Marco relaxed, opening the door to reveal the man I saw a few days ago when I went to the doctor, dressed casually but carrying a medical bag. He walked in, his eyes immediately looking at Teejay.
"How bad?" Lee asked, dropping to his knees beside Teejay.
"Bullet graze," Marco replied. "Him lucky!".
Lee nodded, pulling out gloves and supplies with practiced ease. "You," he said, glancing at me, "can you get more towels?"
I hurried to the bathroom again, returning with a two towels. Lee worked quickly, cleaning the wound and stitching it with precision. Teejay barely flinched, his eyes fixed on me the entire time.
"Done," Lee said, tying off the last stitch. "But yuh need fi rest and keep di area clean."
Teejay smirked. "Respect enuh Lee."
Lee stood, packing up his supplies. "Don't mek me come back fi di same ting," he warned before heading for the door.
As the room quieted, Marco turned to me. "Thanks, Amelia. Fi everything."
I nodded, unsure of what to say.
Teejay struggled to his feet, his movements slow but deliberate. He stopped in front of me, his eyes searching mine.
"Me owe yuh," he said softly.
"You don't," I replied quickly.
He tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Mi mean it."
Without another word, they left leaving me standing at the door.
After cleaning up, I went to the bathroom and showered.
Applying the soap to the rag, my phone started ringing, I hissed.
After showering I put on my pajamas, took up my phone and started getting comfortable in bed.
I checked my notification to see it's Zain calling again. I called him concerned to find out why he called 5 times.
Me: Hello
Zain: Hello? Hello?, Yuh shoulda shame fi an answer hello...... look how long me a call yuh Amelia!!, yuh have me over here a fret seh something do yuh. He let out a long hiss. Yuh hear the shot them?
Me: I'm next door why wouldn't I hear them
Zain: Listen to me!, Listen to me!, me already pissed don't make it nuh worse.
Me: So I called for you to bark in my ears or what.
Zain: Yuh feel betta?
Me: No, still feel the same and me feel bloated
Zain: Tomorrow me come check pon yuh just drink some more tea.
Me: Alright later
Zain: Hmmm, later
I ended the call and checked the time 11:46, a suh the time did late man.
I pressed instagram scrolling through some reels to get me to sleep more faster.
The house was buzzing with activity as Marcia prepared everyone for church. My father, usually the most energetic, sat slumped in his chair, coughing softly into a handkerchief.
"Amelia," my stepmother barked, "check if di girls dem ready so we can leave."
I nodded, already running around like a headless chicken. Talia was in the bathroom curling her hair, while Zoe lounged on the bed, scrolling on her phone.
"Zoe, yuh dress up yet?" I asked, trying to hide my irritation.
"Yuh nuh see me busy?" she replied, not even glancing up.
I took a deep breath, reminding myself that arguing with her would only delay things further. By the time both girls were ready and I've managed to fix my hair, I was exhausted.
My stepmom appeared in the doorway, dressed in a fitted navy dress and her Sunday hat perched perfectly. "Amelia, yuh still nuh look ready," she said.
"I'm coming, Miss Christina," I replied, slipping on my flats.
"Well, hurry up. We cya late fi church, especially wid yuh fada home sick."
*******
The pews were packed when we arrived, the congregation already humming along to a hymn. I sat at the end of the row, trying to blend into the background as usual.
Christina and my sisters, on the other hand, were all smiles, greeting everyone. I how fake their smiles are.
When the service began, I struggled to focus. My thoughts kept drifting to last night. Teejay's face, his voice, the way he made me feel like I was someone worth noticing—it was all too much.
"Amelia," my stepmom hissed, breaking into my thoughts.
"Yes?" I whispered back.
"Pay attention. Yuh know yuh father woulda shame if him see yuh now."
I nodded, sinking lower into the pew.
After Church
The walk home was quiet, apart from Talia and Zoe gossiping about Sister Pauline's hat.
Then I remembered the results that I was supposed to collect.
"Di hat did look like it come from market," Zoe said, laughing.
"Tacky bad," Talia added, joining in.
I stayed silent, holding my Bible close to my chest.
"Umm, I'm going to collect something in the market", I said looking down.
I felt her look around staring at me, "Remember dinner must cook by the way me and di girls going over Sister Rose fi discuss di fundraiser," she said.
"Yes Miss Christina", I replied, heading in the market.
I entered the market stopping at Miss Juliette but spot Marco so I tried holding my head straight but she called out, "Amelia!, how yah pass me stall suh", she shouted.
I turned slowly meeting eyes with Marco, then shifted my gaze to Juliette, "Afternoon Miss Juliette, I didn't realize it was you', I said looking down at her stall.
"Oh caz me seh how Amelia a pass me so but me fi ask yuh something........ yuh did go look pon the house".
I scrunched up my face looking puzzled, "The house? What house?", I asked.
"The one yuh mada leave", she replied putting her hands at her hips.
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