Amanda Alexander is a recent UWI graduate, who has returned home to Saint Vincent and the Grenadines after completing her studies. Luckily for her, she was offered a job at the SVGCC as an Accounting Lecturer. A position that she has always aimed at...
"Amanda, wake up nuh!" Anthony shouted as he shook my body repeatedly until I opened my eyes. The bright rays from the sunshine peaked through the curtains and my eyes instantly ached. I groaned in agony and pulled the sheet over my head.
"Mi nah dey pon e fuckry dis morning. Get up so I cud drop yuh off. Mi haffi go work too anuh!" he said aggressively.
I flung the sheet off my body and stormed into his bathroom.
"Ah dor kno who piss in ur fucking coffee dis mawning. Bur dor cum tek out ur frustration pon me!" I yelled.
I stepped into the glass enclosed shower and the soles feet came in contact with the pebbled shower floor. The unevenness of the pebbles, created a massaging feeling when rubbed against. With a turn of the tap, the warm water collided with my skin. Completely lost into my thoughts as I washed my body. The pounding of the door caused me to jump.
"Amanda! Look...." he said. I barely heard what was being said amongst the running water.
I stepped out the shower and glanced around the bathroom for a towel. Anthony already irritated me so I refused to ask. I found a hand towel. This had to do! I dried my skin then threw it into the hamper. Anthony was no where to be found when I came out. My overnight bag and my phone was however placed on the bed.
I checked the time and it was 7:00 AM. I didn't have any classes until 8:00 AM but yet he was fucking hurrying me. However, I quickly got dressed to avoid hearing his mouth again. My outfit consisted of a black buttoned shirt, black and grey striped pants and black heels. I sprayed some Victoria Secret body mist and stepped over to the full length mirror. I looked over my appearance and was quite pleased.
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Simple yet sophisticated! There was no need for makeup today. Anthony stood in the door frame with his fist balled in his pockets. The look of annoyance plastered on his face. He however looked good in his white shirt, black trousers and black dress shoes. The top buttons of his shirt undone.
"Yuh done? It done 7:15 and me haffi reach work fi 7:45," he said. A kiss of his teeth followed as he turned on his heels and disappeared outside.
How was I supposed to know what time he had to be up for? At this point I had come up with the assertion that he's bi-polar. Did I care though? Absolutely not. I was so caught up in the events of last night. I even wished he could just pin me to the wall and fuck me again. I searched my bag for my toothbrush, brushed my teeth and headed outside with my bags in search of Anthony. He was leaned against the wall in the veranda. His thumbs scrolled over his phone screen and you could see how heated he was. Once he finally realized my presence he pointed me to his jeep. The keys jangled as he took them from his pocket. While he locked up I went inside to wait. Like a little bitch!
He started the ignition and pulled out the yard. We did not exchange any words from since we left his house. My eyes were glued to the road ahead. The awkward silence was combated by the music playing. It was one of my favorites, Nation Boss - Faith.
The lyrics of this song resonated passionately to my past. I've struggled so much but I always try not to dwell on it. This story will be left to be told one day.
So watch the energy you welcome to you resident, Natives always remember when you rise up a thanks you fi tell jah!
My upmost thanks are to the Lord for where I am today. I've drifted multiple times from his faith but always find my way back. The goal for this year is to draw even closer to him. We were about six minutes from my school. His phone begun to ring and the caller ID appeared on the monitor. Shawna? I pretended not to pay any attention to him. He disconnected the phone from the monitor and brought it to his ear.
"Wassup" "Ah was busy last night" "Nah, mi nah figet u"
I couldn't hear what the person on the other end was saying, but I had a gut feeling it might be one his woman. We pulled into the gap that lead to the college.
"Lemme come link yuh" "Gimmie bur five minutes"
I thought he was late for work, but here he was making plans to meet this lady. Shawna? Way kind ah ghetto name dha be? He hung up the phone and pulled into the gap where Busy Bar is (2 blocks away from the college). What the fuck?
"Yuh haffi go walk down," he asserted. He reached across me and opened my door.
I looked at him completely astounded. Anthony could not be fucking serious.
"Fuck you!" I exclaimed.
I was not going to let any man show themselves on me. Anthony failed to realize how this little action had fucking pierced me like a dagger in my heart. The level of disrespect that he exhibited was so uncalled for and could have been handled different. I grabbed my bags and slammed the door with all my force. The tires of his jeep screeched as he drove away.
I needed to hold my composure when deep down I was breaking. I slung my overnight bag on my shoulder while my handbag was held in my hands. How embarrassing! Not like if it could just be taken for a regular bag. It was cylindrical shaped and much bigger than my handbag. I felt so fucked up! Where was the rewind button when I needed it. If only I had just stayed home last night. I held my head high and walked towards the college. Few students walked pass me but they didn't say anything. Only a good morning.
As I approached the food truck outside the campus walls, I felt overwhelmed. It was a good amount of students hanging around at the vendors. Time to strut my shit and not give a care in the world.
All I could hear was... "Miss Alexander, like yuh sleep out last night!"
