📖𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃-𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 📖 ✔️

CHAPTER 6

Chapter 6

Lamais's pov

I stretched and yawned turning unto my back, glad that I didn't have to get up until I wanted to this morning. Sunday mornings are always quiet, back in the days when grandma was around I would have to be up and in the kitchen helping with breakfast and dinner prep. Then I would go to the gardens where grandma always sends me, as a way to calm my spirit before church. I would stay there walking around and speaking to the flowers until she calls me inside to get ready, it was the best way for me to avoid squabbles with my older siblings.

I push off the cover and swung my feet over the side of the bed as nature calls, after taking care of my hygiene and feeling fresh I made up my bed then went downstairs to the kitchen. Three malta and four empty red stripe bottles standing on the kitchen counter made me chuckle happily.

Cushane was healing from his past hurt, I was glad I followed my mind and invited him inside my home- I needed friends also and his spirit was free. I'v learned so much about him from what he had told me yesterday, we grew up so differently I had felt like crying. He had such a happy childhood surrounded by loving family and friends, while I had such a lonely one with my family being mean and making fun of me.

At one time I had thought they had all simply hated me, but it was only as I grew older I realize they were somewhat jealous and at the same time afraid of me. "Hi hi," I laughed. I was use to talking to myself and the flowers also, sometimes I had a whole conversation with myself- laughing and also replying back to whatever questions I ask. My dad had caught me doing so on more than one occasions and told my mom and grandma that they needed to carry me to get a check up.

"𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆! 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒚! 𝑨𝒏𝒅... 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚!"

I had yelled at him one evening, not knowing the full extent of trouble my mouth would get me in. I've had to move all my stuff into my grandma's room and everywhere she went there I would be also. Both my parents had curse and fought nightly until my dad's things were thrown out into the street, and he had left.

He had visited on numerous occasions, but he didn't speak to me until I was fourteen. Grandma had told me not to apologise to him because I didn't do anything wrong, she had taught be not blurt out things I knew about people when I was angry and I grew into myself from the things I read in people around me. Some were too despicable to talk about anyways, I rinsed out the teapot before pouring water inside it to brew tea.

"Up a top dey!" I heard a masculine voice sounding like Banton calling from outside.

I walk to the living room and took up the bunch of keys. "Morning priestess, waan program somn ina di shop yuh know," Banton said.

"Morning, yuh nuh si Shanty?" I greeted him and ask as I opened the grill and walk along the front path down to the shop.

"Eehe, a tell mi bout priestess nuh waan nobody badda har suh early pon Sunday morning," he replied.

"And you still come badda mi?" I ask and he grinned.

"Just cool nuh priestess, yuh done know how di ting set," he said while I open the shop.