A Dancehall Story Book 3

The Conversation Part 3

Chalkline's POV

Chapter 7: Even if it Hurts

"I give this girl everything for her to go behind my back, doing pure fuckery, flipping my entire would upside down." I said to Czar

"Jah know mi G. Me know it hurt but you can't force her, just make she do what she want."

"Well she's at the hospital so she can tell the doctors what to do, just know a one a dem tings deh. I am done with she enuh"

I got back to the house, I tried to tie my brain around everything but I refused to believe that Stacy would go through so much to hurt me. I completely shut down and locked myself away from everyone. I went into the closet and it hit me when I saw her things, I got so angry I started to fling everything all over the place, I ended up breaking the shower glass. I told my aunt to remove them and put them someone else, I just wanted them out of my sight, they were triggering. I was about to lose it, I was drinking and smoking harder than ever, missing meetings, studio sessions, phone calls and meals. My aunt told Czar that she was not going to just stood by and watched me self-destruct. She took me to her pastor, he prayed for me, gave me his personal number, he told me to call him whenever I felt as if I was sliding back into depression.

I finally took her mother's call after her trying to talk to me for weeks but I just did not want to deal with anyone. She told me that Stacy was still pregnant, I knew I was happy about it but was also angry that she kept the experience away from me. I asked her mother if I could come over to see her, she told me that Stacy was not staying with her, she got an apartment that wished not to disclosed the location, she said she wanted to respect her daughter's privacy and she believed I should too. The fuck she was telling me? She still had my child in her and I must respect her privacy?

I called my lawyers to see what could be done about this situation. I plan on fighting her with full force since this was what she wanted. They told me I could not really do anything until the baby was born. Fuck that, this shit would take too long, I needed to do something now. I felt my self-slipping so I called the pastor, he told me to meditate. All I did was meditate some weed in my fucking head. He said I was not to put any pressure on her so she could have a healthy pregnancy.

I finally decided that I would respect her wishes. Maybe if I showed her that I still cared she would come around. I made a transfer of some money to her account. I messaged her thinking she would talk to me instead she blocked my number. I tried sending her some more money, it was sent back to my account. Stacy was playing hard ball and she didn't even know the only reason she why she was getting away with all this was because of that baby she was carrying. I tried to find he apartment but every time we trailed Tricia or her mother they took us elsewhere. She won, I told myself but how long she think she could hide from me? I came home one night and saw a pair of her earrings on my night stand, I called my aunt to asked her about it, she said she found it outside, it must have fell when they were taking her things out she said, I left it there, that was the only thing I had for her.

I was about to leave the house to visit her mother, this time without my entourage. Just as I was about to step out I saw her pulled into the driveway what the fuck was she doing here? Czar must have told her I was away for her to be brave enough to come here. I watched her as she made her way into the house, she was alone, could barely move with her big belly. I stood where she could not see me, she went to the master bedroom and I waited in the same spot for her to come back downstairs. I could not muster up the courage to see her and talk to her, my brain was telling me to take her away, all fuck up thoughts were playing on my mind. I was just getting better and now this. I watched as she left with a small bag, I stood in the door way as she drove off. I fucking relapse.