A Dancehall Story: Book 7

Chapters 23 - 3 am

Chalkline's POV

It was after 3 am when I pulled up to the house. I looked at my phone at all the missed calls and messages.

I didn't want to open her message because I know it could be nothing good coming from her mouth.

Goodly couple suck yuh mumma and jump through Mel and Why Senior never bag me.

My wife never rest.

I placed both guns under the seat of the car because it was one of those times.

I took a deep breath before I climbed the stairs to our bedroom. When I got to the door I hesitated at first, almost turn back but built up my courage and pushed the door open.

"Stacy Walker" I said.

She looked exactly how I imagined. I was prepared for it.

"Where is my gun?" Was the first thing she said.

She was sitting up in bed waiting for me clearly.

"How is Jade?" I asked, ignoring her question.

I started to remove my clothes while she sat there watching me.

God if she starts moving I am going to run, I swear on everything I love.

The fucking Devil.

"You care about Jade? You care about your brother? A matter a fact you give a fuck a about me or your sister?" She asked.

Everybody a big people.

She wouldn't even began to understand the night I've had.

"I care Stacy, I just had something to deal with" I said.

"More important that us?" She asked.

Yes, but don't say that Garrick.

"No but it was important" I said.

I walked to the bathroom to wash my face and by the time I open my eyes and looked into the mirror she was standing behind me.

She is going to make me developed heart problems early in my young life.

"Where is your phone?" She asked.

I turn around to look at her.

I reach for her fava and she slapped my hand.

"Weh you phone John crow?"

I laughed.

"In my pocket, why?" I asked.

"Did you check your messages?" She asked.

She reach for my pocket and I pushed her hand away.

"Let me see your phone" She said.

Now this is where she Is going to start her bullshit.

"No" I said.

I walked out of the bathroom and walked into the closet and ofcourse she was behind me.

"Take your phone out I want to show you something" She said.

She wasn't concerned about where I was she was just trying to look into my phone.

"Whatever you want to know is not in my phone" I said.

I was looking for a shirt and she stood so close to me I could knock her over if I moved to hard.

She reached for my pocket again and I eased her back.

"Can you stop?" I asked.

"I'm showing you something, take it out." She said