A Dancehall Story Book 3

Darkness and Light

Chapter 30

Chalkline's POV

Being back to my old community brought back a lot of unpleasant memories for me. I took a look where the safe house used to be, it's someone's home now but I really wish they would have burned it down to the ground. The Tarrant's mansion was not as big to me anymore, it needed some paint also but I guess the man got old and probably gave up on life and did not care much about upkeep anymore.

I knocked on the door and I could hear the old man telling me to come he was in the living room. I went inside the place was dusty and dark, I tried to see where he was but he kept saying I should come but I could hardly follow his voice in the dark, before I knew it got darker.

When I finally open my eyes I saw Mr. Tarrant standing over me with a gun in his hand. I was bound to a chair with ropes, blood was coming from my head. He was not alone either, a young man was with him, he looked familiar but I could not tell everything was fuzzy for a little.

"Ahh finally you wake up, me think you did gone clean enuh, would have made this too easy" He said.

"We aguh finish him?" The man asked.

"Wait nuh Pete, we aguh deal with him soon man" Mr. Tarrant said.

Pete? I said in my thoughts, fuck Pete was Sheree's brother. I never remember anything about Pete, look like Mr. Tarrant took him under his wings. Pete was troubled and never fit in with us, he was much older too but he never liked us. I hate coming back to this place, everything that was sad about my life was here.

"Wah this fah?"

I manage to get out. My head was pounding, one of them must have hit me with the gun.

"Well son. A lot of things. I don't even know where to start. You have taken so much from me and you are just living rich and happy with your family like you haven't done any damages to people" He said.

"Alright you have me suh you can make mi son go home to him mother, because me know if you hurt she aguh pick out your nails one by one and feed them to you. Just know me warn unuh" I said.

"Yuh full of talk, big bad artist tied up on a chair. You don't get to bargain here, I am running this show so I will tell you what I want to do" He said.

He was old and shaky, looked even older than the last time I saw him. I knew he was never a happy man but I never knew he was harboring vengeance for me. Look how much time I was at this man's house and I could never tell. Guess he blames me for how Kimmy turned out.

"Mr. Tarrant all I even tried to do was to protect Kimmy, everything I did was for her, I did my best even when I thought I could not do anymore, I still helped her. For some strange reason I thought that you appreciated that." I said.

"Kimmy? Kimmy? Fuck Kimmy. I wish I had killed her years ago then maybe my life would not be like this. Kimmy was nothing but a fucking burden to me. No matter how I sent her away thinking I got rid of her she would return to disturb my peace again. The last time I told you to put her on a plane you didn't, you had her hiding in an apartment" He said.

Now this was something else. I knew he was tired with her antics but I didn't know it was so bad that he wanted to kill her. He never showed that to me but I guess everything I thought all my life I was wrong about it.

"Suh if a nuh bout Kimmy then a wah?" I asked.

He moved closer to with the little steps he could manage to take, I could easily take him but I had to worry and trigger happy Pete.

"Where do I start my son? When Kimmy killed that boy and then you decided to kiln the one joy I had to protect that mad spoil bitch, that's where I knew you had to die even if it took me a while before I did it. I waited for you to have something that you loved more than yourself then I would be waiting in the shadows to rip it away from you that is more torture than just killing you. I want you to live with that guilt and the image in your head for the remainder of your life" He said.