{•2}•𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 •{2}•✔️ COMPLETED

👄 Chapter 1👄

     

              👄 Chapter 1 👄

             👄  Dean's pov 👄

"Any church I'm attending and they openly judge me I would leave," I told Cam.

"Mi feel away caz Desmond love di chuch and him a guh dey long time," she reiterates.

"Well like Desmond says he doesn't think he should pay the full fee for the wedding and he is a member, I agree with him they don't consider him as a member because he's having sex out of wedlock," I stated.

Later that night while I sat giving my soon to be one year olds there bottles, Antoine's phone binged a few times. This is the third night I notive it, him just a sleep suh and nah help mi wid di youth dem wey him claim him love suh much. Looking at him I felt like waking him up the last time I did he ended up telling me about my rass wey hin hardly a get.

"Tsk, cho!" I muttered.

Den a dis people a tear dung fah bout relationship and family, mi love mi sons but dis could a stay. Every night him come in tired an' want front, "tsk," den sleep dung di place an' gone somewhere or other ina di morning or afternoon. Not even know wey di fuck him fah cause as long as mi have money fi support myself in every way mo good.

I put my boys to sleep in their adjoined cribs and went to sort out the dirty laundry, something dropped out and I was shock to see a that it was a condom wrapper. I stood staring at the torn empty wrapper in wonder and my heart pounding as all kinds of thoughts began going through my head. Then suddenly a thought struck and I wondered if he had changed his password.

  I took up his phone and went into the bathroom locking the door when it opened, I went through his messages and was shock to see a woman's text saying.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 💞💞💞🤵🏾

𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣! 𝙔𝙪𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙭. 𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚.

  Tears sprung to my eyes, it was weird there was no other messages and no calls, so I click on his garbage and retrieve all the texts and voicenotes. I felt like I was going to die from how hurt I felt, I went and stood over him while the fucker slept snoring. I took up my phone and went back inside the bathroom where I send everything to my phone.

I did not sleep any at all that night and was glad when his mother took the boys after I bathe them. Antoine's phone rings and he answered it.

"Yea, top a di morning," he said then pause.

"Tell him no, just tek di order wey mi gi yuh mi caan sell nuh liquor a my dance fi him. Tsk, a wey him tek mi fah poppyshow?" He said then ask.

He pause again then said. "Mi a guh leave out ina di next fifteen minutes tell di sound man mi a forward."

  He left soon after and I went and wash me and my sons clothes and leave all of his in a basket in the washroom. I notice he wasn't asking me if I was coming to the dance, things and time change quickly I thought with a heavy sigh.

  It was hard to study as my mind was on all that I had found on his phone, "humn!" I sighed deeply then took out my passport and on impulse I googled travel agencies then made flight inquiries on a couple sites. I thought hard and cried which resulted in me having an headache, I decided I wasn't going to say anything to him and it is over between us.

  I avoided him totally and checked his phone every night when he went to sleep, I push myself to study- I forced myself. I excercised and took care of my sons, I practiced doing my make-up and I was on point for Cam's wedding. We were suppose to hold hands while walking down the aisle but when he stretched for my hand I walk away forcing him to walk along behind me.

  I smiled through my pain throughout my sisters wedding, I would not make her worry on this her special day and when everything was over and we went home, I direct all of my attention on my sons. He was overly happy as Spent-shell was finally coming out of jail and he texted me saying he wasn't coming home that night.

  With tears in my eyes, I book my flight the next day, I research and made careful plans of what I needed to do. I force everything from my mind and did my exams, I hardly spoke to his mother and sister and I stayed mainly in my room. I acted normal as if everything was A.O.K, counting down the days to my flight.

I listened as he tells Grung one morning that Spent-shell was going over the stock check books and will take over back that duty so Demar will get a break. I was sitting in the living room downstairs watching the twins playing and I don't know why di dog come sidung across from mi. Then his mother and Grung joined sitting in the couch next to me.

  "Ahmn Dean, yuh know wey mi fi ask yuh, how come mi nuh see mi wash clothes dem?" Antoine ask while looking at something on his phone.

  I did not answer him and intended to get up but Dãtoine held unto my foot and stood up, I hand him two cheese buscuits and he sat down on his bottom and put one in his mouth.

"Ehn Dean?" Dog shit asked and hear who birth him.

"Dean, Antoine a talk to yuh."

I ignored her also and got up.

  "Tsk, Dean?!" Antoine called to me and I stopped, turn and looked at him.

"Mi a ask yuh sey whichpart yuh put mi wash clothes dem?" He questioned.

"Which wash clothes dem?" I asked him while staring at him with a blank face.

  He hissed and sighed and I turn walking away. "A your clothes dem ina di basket ina di washroom?" His mother ask.

  While making my sons bottles of formula and cereal in the kitchen he passed going into the washroom, I was putting the bottles of feedings to cool when he came back out and ask.

"Suh Dean, a from when yuh nuh wash?"

"I wash yesterday," I told him.

"Suh wha mek my clothes dem nuh wash?" He ask.

"Saviour Jesus, a wey yuh a ask mi sey?" I asked in surprise.

  He stood looking at me in confusion then said. "Me a ask yuh how yuh nuh wash mi clothes dem."

  I shook my head and look up into the ceiling then hissed and walk off up the stairs. "A wha dis man? My girl a nuh you me a talk to?" He ask angrily walking towards the stairs.

"A who yuh man? A wey yuh live?" I ask matching his anger.

  His mother came to stand in the kitchen looking from him to me questioningly, he came and stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up at me. At this point I felt fearless and I ask myself what else could he do to me that he hadn't yet done? I stare back at him thinking how I could fuck up his face without blinking, or carve out his throat without batting an eye. If he come up the stairs I would kick him hard in his face and any part of his body I caught I would sink my teeths in until it came off his body.

"Mi just ask yuh a simple question a wey yah gwane suh fah?" He shouted asking.

"Mi a wuk wid yuh? Me a yuh helper? Yuh liiiive yah? Nuh badda mi- a wi sen' yuh back up in a yuh mumma? Look pon mi good yuh see how mi bloodclaate nice? Yuh sey yuh a don prove it, murdah di asshole wey mi have a fuck mi!" I asked with attitude and anger then told him.

  His mother stood with her mouth hung open and he stood there just staring at me, I turn and continue on up the stairs- giving the door a mighty slam and locking it. I check out all the automotive places that bought used vehicles and wrote down the name of the ones that more interest me. I heard a vehicle driving out and watch as it went over by the shopping centre that he says was for his sons, I went to lie down and slept until late in the evening.

When I went down to the kitchen the line out back was filled with his clothes and he sat with the twins in the play pen at the room his daughters stayed in. Him come tek over mi place but a soon mek him and dem tek wey demself, fucking germs I said in my head.

To be continued...