Stephanie's POV
I was 18 when I knew I met the love of my life. No one on this earth could tell me we would not end up together. All the other girls were never a bother in the beginning because I knew where his heart was but I time progressed things got from bad to worst and that's when shit started to hurt.
"I'm sorry about Last night" He said.
There was always something for him to apologise for but me being over the moon in love with him I would always listen to him telling me how much he loved me and I will forver be the love of his life. No matter what or who may come along.
He was sending me to medical school and I wondered if that made me more loyal to him. No matter what he did I would take it. I cry for most of the time and when I was tired of crying he would fuck me like crazy and I would be right back under his arms.
When I graduated from medical school I was doing my internship and that took up most of my time. I was hardly home and that gave him all time in the world to fuck everything moving. I would find women stuff at our apartment and when I asked he would just lie to me. I knew he was lying but I was so stuck on stupid that I would tell myself that I believe his lies.
Czar convinced me to stay and things will get better but it didn't like he promised. I went home twice and he came for me and I went with him. Things would be good for about two weeks then he would sleep out or some girl would show up at the apartment. I could not take it anymore and I told him that I was leaving.
Ofcourse he was not letting me go for nothing. Even when he told me to leave if I can't handle him, I just couldn't bring myself to leave him, so I stayed. I listen to the lies, I took all the embarrassment, I wanted to fight but I had to think about my career.
Couple girls put me through hell just because they wanted me gone and that made me fight to stay with him even more. I was always happy for a moment until his phone would ring or he would leave and never return until the following day. I would call his phone until my finger tips hurts and he would never pick up.
He would come home and I would argue with him then some how he would fuck my mind and body perfectly. That always does the trick for him, he knew how to play on my feelings and love for him. I knew it was never right but somehow I thought that he might change because I was there for him right through but I guess it did not count for anything.
I thought the final straw for me was at a party one night and two girls were fighting over him and I was standing right there. I was embarrassed as fuck. I looked at him with my eyes filled with tears. I told myself that this was it. No amount of love could get me to stay here.
We got home and literally fight. I was throwing things at him and he had to retrain me by pinning me to the floor. I cried and scream and he would not let me go.
"GW I love you. I promise this was the last time baby girl, you deserve better" He said.
He called me Girl Wonder because he said I was such a mystery to him and how I put up with him he could never understand. He said I was humble and perfect. I was the love of his life and no denying he was mine. All the crazy girls was just to pass time but it would forever be me for all his life. His wonderful girl. Girl wonder.
He bought a house for both of us and gave me a car for my birthday. Just to give me security everything that he bought my name was also on it. Every car or down to simple things as funitures I got to sign off on it.
I was supposed to work at the hospital late one night but my schedule got changed up and I got to go home early. Ofcourse he did not expect me to be home. I noticed a car in the driveway but it was not his and I had never seen the car before. I made sure to park my car out of sight and made my way into the house without making a sound. When I got closer to the I could hear moans coming from a female. I tip toed just too get a view of what was taking place. I peeked around just to see a girl bouncing away and having the time of her life. I ran straight to my car and drove out telling myself I was going to drive straight off a bridge or run a red light or something but I could not bare to think he would be fucking in the home he and I shared.
I drove around for a while thinking of ways to kill myself. I know he would not leave me alone so I just had to end it this way because somehow he would have convinced me that he loved me and he made a horrible mistake and for sure I would just be putty in his hands.
I decided not to call anyone and after a while I drove back to the house. The car was gone and no one was there. I called him and he told me he would be home shortly. Shortly became hours. I woke up at 4 am and I called again but the phone went straight to voice mail. What was I doing myself?
When he finally got home he told me he had some stuff to do and horse dead and cow fat. I played it cool I pretend as if nothing happen. I made sure to give him one of the best fuck of his life, one he would never forget and for sure neither would I.
When he left for wherever the hell he was going. I drafted up a contract, forged his signature, which he taught me to do just incase of an emergency. I did the only thing I could do, I sold the fucking house with him in it. I packed my shit and I left. No one knew where I was, not even my parents. I knew I was selfish to leave them and my brother in harm's way but I had to leave.
I was right under his nose the whole time and he didn't knew. I finally got a chance to leave Jamaica when I knew he had done searching or when he had gave searching for me a rest.
A month later I found out I was pregnant and the was a slap in the face. I could have aborted the baby but I wanted to have piece of him for myself without him knowing. I was heartbroken and alone and I heard he was not doing good for a while. I had all the money from selling house, I transferred a portion of it to my father who told him that he wanted to give him the but he told him that he did not want it.
My beautiful daughter came into the world two days before his birthday and if that was not a slap in the face I don't know what was. I kept up with his every movement until I could take anymore I finally stop and decided that I needed to put him out of my mind and heal.
I took trips to Jamaica because of my mom but I was always lucky to not be seen. I realise he had finally moved on and I was just a thing of the past. I felt the freedom of coming back to start my private practice without a bother because e everyone was living their lives a d were happy.
He was my first and only. I have never been with another man. I didn't know if I could even love anyone again. I was still in love with him and that was crazy after everything i knew and went through.
After my daughter was born I called his phone once and without me even saying anything to him, he knew it was me on the line.
"I know it's you. Just know say make sure you see me first before me see you because me know for sure say me me see you first, not even your body dem nah find fi bury you"
Those were his exact words before he hang up the phone. I know what he was capable of and I was not stupid enough to find out if he would hurt me.
I decided to settle back home and try to keep on a low profile as much as I could. That fail because the one night I decided to take a chance and attend a party, he was there. The could thing about it is that I saw him first and head straight out of the party even leaving my friends behind.
I was at work think I was safe because there is no reason for him to be here. I was wrong because I was found. I was tired of hiding and running.
Here I am on a Wednesday morning anticipating my fate. Czar was here a day aguh and I know for sure he is coming. This time it will be my judgement day. I made sure to reschedule all my appointments for another day, that's if I get a chance to live to see it. My daughter was at my parents house, I didn't even allow her to stay home with me because anything was possible at the moment.
I could smell him from a mile away. I stood in the corner of my office with my back turn to the door, I didn't want to see when he was going to shoot me. He open the door that was already unlocked for him.
"I have been expecting you" I said.
"Where is my daughter?" He asked.
I was not go not going to do the back and forth with him because it made no sense at this point.
"Garrick do whatever you want to do and leave my daughter out of it"
Garrick Walker, the love of my life was standing in my office with a brace on his hand to support his broken leg, I could easily push him down and run if that be the case but I knew for sure that Czar and Cross were distance away.
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A Dancehall Story Book 4- ( Editing)
Fanfiction***Completed*** Stacy and Chakline finally made it as husband and wife. They now have a bigger family and more friends. With mulitiple personalities comes more drama for them to handle.
