Chapter 22.
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Reprisal
- an act of retaliation or revenge, typically carried out in response to a perceived wrong or injury. I
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FRIDAY
Ja'Aliyah's POV:
"Ja'Aliyah... mi tell you a ting already b. Mi never did a cheat. A mi breggin carry wa catty ina the car and dem do them dirt and she leff her draws"
Jaheim's statement has been replaying in my head for some time now.
Mainly because the exact situation is reoccurring in my current relationship. Well past because fuck dat nigga.
I roughly wiped my tears leaving one hand to guide the wheel.
A wa fool the boy tek mi fa inuh. Mi know him himself neva believe weh him seh bout she left her draws. The fuck.
Me is not a fucking man mascot. As from tonight mi nah guh be no nigga peace. Fuck all a dem.
Mi aguh be everybody karma.
I drove into my apartment complex and gathered my belongings from the car and made my way to my floor.
I packed the things away and stopped in front of a mirror in shock.
The dutty man handprint had been dominant in my face as if it was one with my skin.
Down to the very details of his hand slightly showed on my cheek.
I could hardly feel that side of my face it was red and swollen and hurt like hell.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I inspected my skin.
I'd been violated by my so called boyfriend.
What kinda man put dem hand pon dem ooman?
I took a picture to send to Dom but decided against it.
Me wah be the one fi fuck him up.
I decided on taking a shower, so I covered my hair with a shower cap and removed my clothes then made my way to the bathroom.
Today has been just a fucking shit show.
My eyes welled up once more and I allowed the tears to fall. I cow bawled in the shower like I'd just heard about the death of someone close to me.
Mi genuinely hurt.
Love nuh mek fi me a bombo.
I spent about an hour in the shower and got out shortly after.
I got dressed in a sweatpants and a tank top and curled up on my bed under my blanket.
I inspected my face that had gone down drastically and was now slightly swollen but still red. You couldn't be able to tell that I was assaulted though. It just looked like I'd just woken from a nap.
Assaulted sound serious though.
That is exactly what it is. The man even threaten fi kill yuh. Betta thank God you are alive.
Tears welled up in my eyes for the umpteenth time today.
Mi tiad fi bawl ova fucking man.
When this aguh end.
When is not mi bighead fada a mi big seed man.
What the fuck is wrong???
Mi navel string not only cut but develop from helshire tpc.
A new message came in from my phone distracting me from my thoughts.
It was from Jaheim. I swiped up in my notification bar to see the message along with the previous messages he had sent.
"Yah fawud a the party tomorrow?"
Which party him a talk?
I decided on responding. "Which party."
His response came in almost instantaneously. "One weh been an advertise up a school."
I recall seeing a poster advertising for real but I'd never given it much attention.
I texted Poochie to see if she was going but she said she'd be going out of parish with her man.
If she or Krista nah guh mi nah guh.
I texted Krista and she said she'd be going.
We ended up going on a call where we planned our outfit.
Mi haffi guh all out because a me man a perform.
She convinced me to come from today and I'd been easily influenced because honestly mi just wah get drunk and forget everything weh happen today.
I packed a bag with the outfit I'd be wearing as well as my pajamas and some clothes for earlier in the day. My vitamins and other necessities included.
Jaheim texted me again to inquire if I had made my mind up.
What a fucka annoying.
I responded yes and told him I was on my way. He suggested that I visit him before going wherever I'd be staying and I agreed.
Honestly I'm not mad at it because every man mi come across aguh feel it. Especially the one dem weh deserve it.
The good haffi suffer fi the bad.
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10:30 PM
📍Kingston
"Think a pill yuh did a pill mi inuh. Neva know yuh woulda pull up fi real."
I outstretched my arms to meet his hug.
A wah good person inuh him just fuck up.
Why dem cya just be good minus the fuck up part?
"You wah sumn fi drink?"
"Water thanks." I answered.
He led me to a familiar room telling me to get comfortable and make myself welcomed back home.
Him funny.
I reached for the remote and made my way to YouTube deciding on watching one of Nikki and Klyne's most recent videos.
"If a neva this you pick a would 'The 100'."
"You think yuh know mi." I giggled slightly pushing his shoulders.
"More than yuh know yuh self."
He reached for my legs and outstretched it across his.
Imagine, we could've been going on strong inuh but man middle name is infidelity.
Once dem have a vowel ina them name, stay away. Cya seh mi Neva yet give yuh advice.
Man just sick fucking stomach.
"Weh yah think bout?" He inquired.
How man a fucking dawg shit and you head the list.
The amount a woman this likkle pussyole gimmie bun wid mi doubt it cya count pon finger and toe.
"Nothing really mi just a daydream."
"Yuh tired?"
"A little."
"You wah guh sleep? You can take my room."
"No, mi nah stay anyways. Plus I'm not that sleepy."
"Okay."
I took out my phone and took a picture of my feet on his leg.
Right before posting it on my gram with the caption " missed this" alongside a single red heart.
Neva miss one fuck. But suchman try know seh from one gone a next one bawn.
Watch A style ya'
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