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Sunday, October 28th
4:34 pm
📍Ocho Rios, St.Ann
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚟
Our hands fit together like a glove while her other hand busy itself with roaming my body.
From where I sit my eyes fixate on Zola. Watching as she throws her head back and laughs at some lame ass joke.
You can see it clearly that she's doing all those extra shit to rub it in my face.
My attention gets grabbed by Janelle when her hand slide down into my shorts.
"Thank you" She scuffs, with the roll of her eyes as she removes her hand from inside my shorts.
She turns away from me murmuring "Are you done stripping her with your eyes?"
I slip a hand under her chin and hook her towards me with the other.
Her eyes peer up at me reflecting that of puppy eyes. They lack so much of the innocence that Zola's eyes carried.
"No yuh mi deh yahso with bro gad" I lean my head down and capture her lips. Giggling in the kiss, she wraps her hands around my waist.
"She's pretty though, glowing," Janelle says after a brief moment of us soaking in the lowering sun.
Her fingers tug at mine and I hum involuntarily.
"You feel suh?" Turning her back to my chest, she leans into me playing around with my fingers.
"If mi feel wah?"
"I know you heard me nothing no wrong if you still feel like she's pretty." A hiss comes from me and I pull away from her, forcing myself up the pier.
I take a seat and she moves in between my legs, still hidden from the sight of the others.
"Do you think they got together before you got with me?" A scoff comes from me and I rub at my eyes.
What a gyal annoying and no know when fi just chill inna the silence.
I lean back and rest my back against the cold and grainy pier. My legs sway on either side of her, softly splashing up water.
"No, them goodly not even sex yet cause Zola nah give that up suh easily. A months mi did a talk to her before she give mi." At my words Janelle giggles and turns around swiftly to face me.
Her brows knit. "You were her first?"
I nod and she goes into a fit of laughter forcing me to sit up and my face scrunched up.
A wah funny?
"Weh suh funny?"
She shrugs a hand muffling her laughs. "She doesn't give me the innocent vibe. I thought that somebody would have knocked it already."
A loud hiss comes from me and I stand on the pier, looking down at her.
Her boobs are almost on full display. My eyes rest there and she shakes her chest giggling.
"Link mi round a the parking lot" I walk away from her and towards my bag, making sure to keep out of the eyes of the man dem.
Head buried in my phone, I walk towards the bus, entering it to change out of my wet clothes.
I smile at Mommy's chat, reminding me to stay safe and behave.
"Your dad said that he loves you but yuh fi have conscience using the card. I love you, Mal, please be careful not to drink too much. Keep your anger in check and come home safe to me my big boy" She ends the voice note with a small giggle.
She continues to pretend as if it's Daddy saying things when she knows the man caah even too move much less fi utter a word.
I smile wide at the effort and repack my bag.
The bus door opens and Janelle enters a giggling mess.
"Javel leave me be and go be the damn look out" She whispers throwing down her bag on the seat.
"Angle that Jan Jan" Javel squeals, peaking her head inside the bus.
"Hurry and do yuh thing babes memba we soon leave" Hissing, I take a seat, rubbing my towel back and forth trying to dry my hair.
Silence follows after causing me to lift my eyes from my phone.
Janelle kneels in between my slightly open legs. Her top gone and her breasts are on full display.
A low chuckle comes from the depths of my stomach as her hands roam everywhere but where I want.
She leans in and places a kiss on my lips, giggling.
"Yuh need fi mek whatever it is that you want duh quick," I tell her placing my phone down beside me.
The lowering sun, forces rays of sunlight into the bus through the tinted window, providing some light.
She slips her hand into my shorts and quickly covers her warm and leaking mouth over me.
I lean my head back in pleasure, widening my legs open even more.
Her moans and the sound of her wet mouth running up me, hitting the back of her throat, fill the bus.
My eyes clamp close when she forces her head all the way down and stays there for a while humming.
Legs shake slightly, my moan mirroring that of groans.
Giggles come from her as she throws her head back.
"If only you could see your face. There's nothing wrong with making me know you're enjoying it." Nodding, I remove her hand from around me. Forcing her to stand.
She does so and turns shaking her ass in front me.
Joke thing she tek this for.
"How badly, Ma—" Her words get cut short when the bus light comes on and the sound of a voice halts.
She scrambles for her top.
My eyes lock with Delano's, his widening and shocked ones clashing with my lust-filled ones.
"Bludnart, mi eye them a frig with mi tuh rass" He speaks in almost a whisper.
I put away myself, relaxing on the seat. Dante joins and he looks between Janelle and I.
His hands go towards his head resting there.
"Mal bredda" He acts surprised and I squint my eyes at him.
Delano rushes towards me and Dante grabs him pulling him out of the bus.
"Unuh no bother with it pon mi bus tek it out a door." The driver shouts.
"Dante no tell mi a rass out yahso mi want him."
A breathless Javel enters and she grabs Janelle handing her the top.
They exit and I sit there, unable to move.
I feel stuck
Is it due to embarrassment or wah?
Benko hops onto the bus, laughing his head off.
"Oii, the bus driver want yuh out a Him bus minister walk and knock everything. Come answer to yuh crimes mek the court give them ruling." He flops himself down onto the seat, laughing.
"Then look how unuh play right into the trap no mon. Unuh deh round each other wah every day and not even round the people them unuh a bun, unuh couldn't—" Hissing I grab my phone and step out of the bus.
Delano rushes towards me, throwing wild punches.
I move back, as Peterking holds him back.
He thrashes around in their hold, eyes raging to get towards me.
"Bredda yuh cah serious."
"A joke thing. A prank, weh the camera dem deh." He looks towards a shaking Janelle.
She turns away her head and forces herself more into Javel.
"Janelle really bredda. Afta mi pour out mi heart and tell yuh how the other gyal them do mi."
"Rassclat, yuh know yuh a wicked Maleek." He digs deep into his gut and pulls up all the saliva in his throat to spit after me.
Dante, holds him even firmer trying to pull him away from the brewing fight.
Benko on the other hand is having the time of his life, jeering at the situation and calling the others that we came with, to come and see.
"Delano, I'm sorry please let's n—" Janelle starts and is cut off loudly by Delano's raging and booming voice.
"Bitch no seh nothing tuh mi!" He moves towards her his hand pointing in her face.
"No seh a f– to mi whore!"
My eyebrows rise at his words and tone.
"Yuh heart less no rass. Fada God" His hands grip his head and he chuckles stepping back.
"Yuh know seh a buss mi fi buss open yuh face out yah." He turns his attention back to me and Peterking shakes his head, pulling him back.
"Bredda mi caah believe this. Maleek a joke thing this. Mi eye them a fool mi. Even if a after we leff yuh really go fi mi woman knowing mi a try get back with har." He continues tears welling up in his eyes.
Benko moves to standing on a stool as he screams laughing above the crowd.
Turning to Delano, he spills it all forcing me to stand straight preparing me for anything about to go down.
"Yuh not even know the joke anno just now them a touch. Ask them, a weh Zola deh. This yah one yah too hot fi you alone. Call Zo deh"
"See har deh. People unno move" He's enjoying this more than everyone even those in the crowd that are grinning phones decorating the scene.
Zola finally enters, hugging herself her eyes dance around the space before settling on Janelle.
She sighs and holds onto herself even tighter.
The look on her face hurts my heart a bit.
Delano words didn't even scrape the surface of my cold heart but seeing how hurt Zola is forces me to want to make it right.
Explain myself to her
Even if she has no intention of us getting back together.
I want to provide at least some form of comfort towards her brewing pain.
It's stained in her face how broken she is.
God see and know mi feel some type a way bout how it guh down.
Janelle was there for me, Zola did gone and a run round with country homeboy.
Weh she did deh?
Mi call dung har phone, praying she wouldn't allow me to wallow in my pain and find comfort in Janelle.
I wanted it to be her, but no.
She wanted a break!
"Now that everybody deh here ask yuh questions bad bro!" Benko's annoying voice breaks me away from her and my eyes drag over to him slapping Delano against his shoulder and pushing him towards the centre while he steps down from the stool he was standing on.
"Maleek," Delano starts off taking steps towards me. "From when yuh a f— mi woman?"
Her eyes lock with mine and I step in her direction.
A rock-solid punch from Delano cuts that journey short as he sends me into the side of the bus.
My back slams against the coaster rocking it a bit as he rushes over to me, landing punches.
I crouch over a bit, raising my hands and using them as shields from his blows.
He gives me no time to defend myself. I make myself smaller growing angrier at the sound of Benko chanting on.
I turn slightly and elbow him in the stomach. He staggers back and I get the opportunity to land punches of my own.
He grips me and pulls us down towards the gravelled ground.
The both of us wrestling to be on top. He jams down his elbow down into my side knocking the air out of my lungs.
My eyes widen as I cough forcing myself to breathe.
I roll over unto my side, my eyes dancing around. In the distance, I see him uproot a sign and tussle with Dante for a while.
Delano hits him with a welcome sign before running over to me.
Benko moves into the way blocking peterking from saving me.
The hits come continually no breaks between. Him adding in a few kicks, I weakly lift my hand and quickly pull it away a screech coming from me when he knocks me against my fingers turning some of them in the opposite direction.
"Murdda mi aguh murdda yuh rass" His attention gets grabbed by Shyla running over to Janelle.
I crawl towards the bus using it to help me stand up.
I need to get my pump.
With everyone's attention towards Zola, Shyla, Janelle and Javel's fight, I'm able to enter the bus with the help of the driver.
He closes the door and I sigh laying on the floor of the bus, hardly able to breathe.
My eyes pierce the bag containing my pump.
"Weh duh, yuh youth?"The driver asks and I point towards my bag.
"Mi nah give yuh no weapon fi kill them" Coughing, I crawl towards the bag pulling it down to me.
My eyes fix on my twisted fingers, they are definitely broken but all now mi caah feel the pain.
I pull out the pumps and take a them.
My head rests against the seat as I regain my ability to breathe steadily.
I close my eyes, trying to calm myself down before I do anything irrational.
Hissing, I muster up all the strength inside me and rush back outside.
I spot a big stone perched against others creating a little barrier, forcing the patrons to not walk on the neatly cut grass.
I aim it at Delano and throw it, it misses him by an inch and I take up others throwing it blindly.
One finally connects forcing him to the ground and I run over there, kicking and stomping him.
Dante pulls at me, dragging me away and I push away at him. Pouncing onto Delano, I grip the sign from him and beat him with it.
He folds up and I aim for his head and a force connects to my ear, causing me to lose my balance.
I fall to the side, Benko jumping onto me. Connecting his fist all over me.
"Jesus unuh aguh kill him." I hear Zola's screams.
"Peterking bredda." I fight back at Benko. One of my wild tumps connects in his throat and he stops fighting immediately and grips his throat.
Quickly I wobbly stand and turn my beating towards him.
Taking up the last part of the sign, I jab him with it, uncaring of whether it stabs him or not.
Shoots ring out and everyone scatters me falling to the ground.
Mi rass a when since them jancrow yah start carry.
The sound of police sirens finally fills my ears and I sigh, my body exhausted.
The pain settles in, stemming from all the beatings I got.
Hands roughly grip me pulling me to stand. Pain strikes in my stomach, my eyes, fingers, head all over my body.
I lean into the officer weakly, he holds me up as I hear Zola's cries.
Frig them, shoulda murder Delano and Dutty Benko.
A chuckle comes from my bloody mouth and I close my eyes seeking peace and a pain-free space, amidst all the chaos in the officer's arms.
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Sunday, October 28th
8:20 pm
📍Tacbar, Kingston
𝙰𝚣𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
"Are you going to check your phone every minute? The poor pickney them caah get a breath of fresh air from you." Kayla teases and I smile shooting Jari another text.
"I want to know if Jari is asleep, she's been having troubles and Bwoii just a whole heap a things." I rub my forehead and Ana scoots over pulling me into a hug.
"You're doing your best babe and I'm proud of you." I force out a smile despite me deep in tears inside.
I'm screaming and a mess despite the wide smile on my face.
I'm scared that I will lose my husband, the love of my life.
Marion has been getting better yes but not at the rate I want him to. I want to be able to hear his voice.
Hear him praise me for how well I have been holding it together.
I shake my head at Keira handing me a shot.
She gasps, "Jesus you're still on them."
Smiling, I decide to make fun of the moment. "Yuh couldn't tell, I swear that's the only time I'm sane according to my children."
I laugh and the table stares at me in pity inside of laughing along.
"Please guys, it's not that deep. I'm sure I'm not the only mother out there messed up in the head with teens that hate her and she can't figure out why she treated them so." I shrug scratching the middle of my hand.
Ana laughs and takes the shot for me.
"Mek the dj play Az music deh please." Kayla squeals whining herself over to us.
"Longtime we no go out and yuh buss big dance pon we. Give we a piece a weh hold Jam the night" Screams come from us at the table and I shake my head, hiding my face in Ana's body.
"Stop move shy Mrs Montique" She teases and I shake my head slipping a taco into my mouth.
Wiping at the sides of my mouth, I stare at her. "I have a whole adult as a child, there is no way." I laugh and she rolls her eyes.
"Gurl you see how yuh pretty the body and face still giving 21." I roll my eyes and move to my gallery shoving a picture of me towards her.
"This a give 21?"
They move closer to the phone and hiss in unison.
"Gurl please you know it's giving 21 same way."
The music changes to a more modern selection and I relax rocking.
"Az" Keira calls and I look away from Ashanti who just arrived and towards the camera filming us.
"I hope this provided you with some relief." Giggling, I tear my eyes away from the entertainment in front of me and towards Ana.
"Yessss!" I shout over the music.
This allowed me to think about everything except the stress that is rocking my body.
It feels free to be able to be me for a few hours.
This lively feeling was how I felt before Isiah's death.
I lit up every room with my smile, my husband was happy, healthy, and annoying and my two biggest were my entire heart, I felt complete.
Now I'm just moving through the days' with nothing to look forward to but the hateful stares from my oldest and my husband's tired sighs after our arguments.
No wonder he had a stroke.
"Azzy dance lady and stop getting into your head." Smiling, I move into the frame of the camera dancing a bit.
"Weh Kayla." I shrug and step away at my buzzing phone.
Maleek's name flashes against the screen and I smile answering.
"Mal yuh reach home?" I ask walking towards the bathroom.
Pushing open the door, I scrunch up my face, my brows knitting at the silence.
"Baby?"
"Is this Mrs. Montique?" my heart sinks at the formality of the voice.
Not another round of bad news. I grip the counter in the bathroom tight. My heart hammering inside my chest.
"It's Officer Easy from the St.Ann's Bay Police Station. Your son was involved in a brawl and has been arrested, we ask that—" A sob escapes me and I lean over pressing my entire weight against the sink as I cry.
No matter how hard I try Maleek will forever be the death of me.
He will forever cause me the most pain.
Ending the call another round of sobs escapes me and I pull at the tissues trying to wipe up my face.
He's going to stay there.
A hand softly presses against my lower back.
"Are you okay?" Asks a brown fluffy woman. Would she be considered fluffy tho?
She's more of a thick brown woman
Yeah.
I shake my head bursting out into another set of tears.
"I have a dying husband and a son who is determined to kill me before my time. Sometimes he makes me wonder if my hatred for him while on the pills or off is truly how I feel. I have been trying. Trust me, I'm tired, I have been holding it all together. Smiling so the little ones don't notice that daddy isn't there but the big ones make it hard so hard" I choke on my last word.
"Are you alone?" She lowers her head to ask and I shake mine.
"Wash your face love. I'm sure you're doing your best. I'm sure everyone around you would agree. It's okay to get overwhelmed. Wipe those tears you're such a beauty." She coaches looking around.
She pulls at the tissues and hands me a large pile.
I wash my face and pat it dry with the help of this strange woman and I walk over to the girls rushing into Ana. I wrap my hands around her, crying.
She walks me out of the bar, quickly and to the car parking lot.
The strange lady introduces herself as Triszan and explains as much as she can to them while I wallow in tears refusing to tell them about Maleek being in jail in St. Ann.
I sit there legs crossed as tears slide down my cheeks.
I hope them lock his rass inna the darkest cell.
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Published: Jan 3rd, 2024