Her Redemption || Re-upload

72 • Scope •

This routine continued throughout when I got up, he was gone and when I went to bed he was not home yet.

No see a did you college roommate?

The only indication that he was here, was I would see the food I left in the microwave eaten or hear the shower running from a few doors down.

It's about time.

It's mentally draining being in a relationship by yourself, trying to fight a disorder, procreate and everything else life throws at you.

Sometimes I just need to be held, hugged, a listening ear or someone to tell me I will be okay.

Reassurance that I'm doing a good job.

So many things have changed over the duration of months, with each negative pregnancy test we drift further apart.

The guilt of not being able to do what I was created to do eats at me as the seconds go by.

The repetitive disappointed look in his eyes each time I leave the bathroom in tears or a single line.

I think some space would be good, even if we don't call it quits. We need sometime to figure out our lives individually.

A wonder how yuh plan fi tell him that cause him live inna you skin.

I'll either leave when he is out or just tell him the truth and leave when he is there.

My ears started to focus on the conservation being held, "A who dem bwoy deh ova deh suh, no love how dem a pree out the place inno."

Tyson was pointing to two guys standing to the side of the house. One guy's face was visible as the other upper half was hidden in the dark.

"A Chippy family dem be, fly dung from England fi see dem uncle. Mek mi introduce unno to them," she pulled for her sons and I turned away in search for my circle.

"You to Kim, come."Her warm smile graced me as she looked back waiting for me to tag along.

No thank you!

"Soon come haffi go find mi cousin first before she start panic,"

I offered a sad smile walking away to my circle who seem to be enjoying them selves.

Unknown POV

A new member walked to the group smiling mumbling something to Melanin as they embraced each other.

The browning hugged the female that was seated beside a male offering him something in a syrofoam cup.

She blew and sipped as they conversed among themselves. His hand came into as he kept point to something on their left.

I adjusted my right on the trigger of 300 Win-Mag sniper rifle bringing my eye to the glass hoping for a clean shot.

A clean shot this time.

Fucking bwoy smart him go sit dung in front a big oak tree,

Like him feel the bullet already.

Everyone shuffled around helping browning to a seat but not once did the rogue move, the tree blocked his entire frame.

All the fatal spots were guarded.

I pulled back from my machine checking my surroundings beneath after hearing a tud.

Ruger was pulled close to my chest as my thermal monocular used to scope the area.

Even though a wah abandon house top mi deh pan cah too feel safe cause memba man have enemies.

Hundreds...

Lying flat on my belly I closed my left returning to my position. All the attention was focused on someone at the door, adjusting my machine I viewed a drunken man stumbling in pointing at the lady known as Donna.

Look like history deh yah so.

Old bwoy a cuss you fuck.

An older gentleman came over shielding her, pointing to the door shielding her, pointing to the door saying something.

A male sharing the resemblance of the party chaser intervened pulling the intoxicated fool away.

It wouldnt be a family party if fuckry never gwan.

That's why me only deal up wid me granny pan me madda side.

Even after the comotion and everyone moved closer to hear. Kai Von sat in the same spot. His boots propped up on the stool nearby with his girl sitting on his lap.

Tapping the earpiece taking the incoming call, I stayed cemented hoping for an opening to get the job done.

This has taken up enough of my time and I have no interest to let it take anymore.

Bwoy need fi dead like yesterday.

"Yes Paul..." I gritted my teeth in annoyance of his umpteenth call in the past hour.

Man call mi more dan any gyal.

Haffi be a bottom bwoy.

"Is it done? Is he dead?" Nervous waves transfer through the microphone as his voice shook.

"No and if you keep calling me I won't get a chance to. He is sitting at the tree with the girl in his lap."

"So kill her, that will certainly get him up. Then you take care of him."

Nah kill no woman over fuckry.

Sure a that's why?

Killing her because they think she is a threat no mek no sense.

Mi been a watch her and all she do is go work, sleep, chat to browning and cook if she did involved like that mi would know.

I didn't even bother to answer I just focused, hoping they would move so I could get it done.

"Listen this man needs to die, he cannot make it on that plane to England, too much is at stake here. Get it done, mug him if you have to just make it look like an accident, clean kill," shuffling can be heard sounding like the fabric of a blanket.

White man a give orders to a black man.

"And weh mi do wid the people dem when them start move bout the place a panic?"

I'm certain I saw some small kids in the yard running around earlier, that is not something I'd want them to see.

Country pickney no use to certain things and seeing a man head side slap in by a bullet anno supm weh leave yuh. Believe me.

"Kill the whole fucking yard if you have to, massacre them all. I don't care!" The line was open still waiting for my answer on the matter.

"Copy..." The call dropped and I focused again.

Melanin is now standing with her hands outstretched to him smiling down as if she was trying to convince him to do something.

Can bet them a thief weh go fuck cause that's all dem do.

Fifty time fi the day dem a grine.

She must catch a belly...

He seems hesitant but eventually got up and moved from the trees shade full structure now in view, more importantly the back of his head.

I steadied my breathing, holding my breath slight pressure applied to the trigger as the scope focused to the center of his head.

BAM...

BAM...

BAM...

Bodies dropped.

Written: September 27, 2023

Posted: September 28, 2023