The Jamaican Romeo and Juliet

Malevolence

Jackson's POV

I get home and I enter the room that we share and there's not a trace of anything for Teah.

I sit on the bed and I lower my head in despair.

I feel as though a ton of bricks have fallen on me.

I've never felt so betrayed in my life. I know it's probably not my place to say that, but that's how I feel.

I rummage through her drawers and the only thing she left is her documents.

"Wah yuh want Breda!" an unfamiliar male voice shouts into the phone.

I feel my soul leave my body.

"Teah a this ya do to mi!" I shout over the phone as I sob uncontrollably.

I fumble around my words trying to overcome the most shocking moment in my life.

Weh the fuck Teah get man suh fast. Work mi a think fi come work things out wid har.

Bomboclaat man ansa the phone n style mi up.

This nah guh suh. Haffi know a who da pussy deh.

In my embarrassment, I threatened to burn her documents but I could never find the courage to do that. I wouldn't.

I just want my baby to come home.

I pace around the living room and I rush to the window every time I hear a vehicle approach the drive way.

I see a black BMW 5-Series park at the end of the drive way then Teanna exits the vehicle.

"Wtf, that's not her car." I whisper.

She uses her key to open the door and I scamper to the couch.

"Jackson weh mi sumn them!" She shouts.

"Just sit down make we talk Teanna. Nuh do this." I say softly.

"I came to get my documents. Just give them to me." She says as she walks towards the bedroom.

I hold onto her wrist and I say "Yuh hear wah mi say Teanna. We need fi talk." In an aggressive tone.

She's getting me very riled up. Disregarding my feelings.

She's treated me like I'm non existent for long enough and she's going to hear me today.

"Let me go!" She says loudly as she tries to pull aways.

I hold onto her hand and I say tearfully "Yuh na lef ya so till yuh talk to mi Teah."

She looks into my eyes and says coldly "Mi nu give a fuck about you cause yuh neva give a fuck when u a mess around. If yuh dead tomorrow mi wouldn't feel no way."

I grab her by the shirt and say "Yuh lucky mi nu beat bomboclaat woman."

Bang bang bang

I hear heavy thuds on the door.

The door flys open and there's a rough looking, skinny, garrison youth standing in my living room.