Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chanize POV

"Mi not even wah see you in a me sight right now," i held my head low, listening to my grandmother as she scolded me verbally,

I felt disappointed in my self but i didn't feel sorry, i love Dwayne and there is nothing or no one who could change that, i was only disappointed because i should have the one to tell her first, not sneak around and lie about it, 

"And you..." her eyes flashed at Biggs,  whose eyes widen with fright when our grandmother acknowledge him,

"You did know bout it... help her cover her tracks?"

"No..." his folded arms loosening, "I suspected it but I asked and..."

"it was all me," i cut him off, "And... i don't care..." i shrugged my shoulders with a nervous chuckle, 

They all stared at me.

"I dont know who you guys think.... but Dwayne is good person, most of the times,"

"Good person?" my grandmother laughed out , "So a goodness make him lay down in a hospital over a week now,"

My stomach felt sick.... it has nothing to do with what my grandmother was saying, premenstrual signs perhaps?

"And the there is you...  Ms. Clark Kent," she continued, "When you a drive him and mother go down a hospital, what if the shooter them did decide fi attack again?"

"Mama..." i sighed, "I understand... i really do but... we all have our flaws,  and Dwayne might have alot of them but, i love him... and there is nothing you can do or say to change my mind,"

She said nothing.

"Atleast... atleast bring him over fi dinner one Sunday, when him get better," she mumbled,  

A smile grew on my face

"If him get better,"

The smile retreat from my lips.

"Me know one man weh did get shot in a him chest, him never dead same time though,"

i shook my head.

Biggs smiled.

I didn't know if it was because of what grandma said... or was he happy to hear that i killed another, slowly but surely. There is something else i noticed about Biggs... he has barely said two works to me and he wont look me in the eyes when he does, he is my favourite cousin and i love him but right now, i didn't trust Biggs.

"When last you hear from Mervin? bwoy the run off a foreign and see it deh cant hear or get nothing from them,"

"Uhmm..." i cleared my throat, "Mi ago lay down... donate blood earlier and i am feeling a bit weak,"

"Is what you saying? and a last night mi dream see fish eno..."

i walked away, not another minute of my grandmother's silliness, i already did three pregnancy test, three different brands and all of them were negative... one line, sad face and the old fashioned no... and should be relief... but i wasn't... and i don't know why. Crashing in to my bed i stared at the ceiling, hoping Ashley would wake up soon, so we could run this over for the one hundredth time. 

Why do i feel like this.... i crashed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. My body feels so odd, like i knew it but didn't at the same time. Something within my soul feels foreign and i couldn't tell what it was, but something in the back of head kept telling me that i already knew what it was,