Money can't please her in bed

Chapter 13

I drove home, not to explain to Paul but to see Kevin. The radio was on Irie fm. It was their usual 4:30 love segment. I heard Glady's Knight song "I don't want to know" playing. I sighed and looked at my imagine in the mirror.

"Why should I care about your feelings when you didn't give a damn about mine" I sang loudly. Gladys knew exactly what she was singing, Paul gave up what we had for some girl born yesterday. No amount of explanation could allow me to forgive Paul. I was going to move on with my life mentally before I leave him physically. I did not care about his possessions anymore. I would take whatever he gave me and drive to some place far and start a new life.

I got home and Paul was sitting on the front porch, he saw the van entering the yard space and got up. I sat for a minute or two before I came out of the van. I look at Paul and I saw my wasted years. I looked at him and saw how ridiculous I was for all those years waiting on a man to love me correctly, a man who apparently did not seem to love himself very well, if he did, he wouldn't have done what he did.

I grabbed my bag and shut off the engine of my vehicle. As I opened the door to exit, Paul hurried to the door and held my hand. I shuffled for him to let go but he tightens his grip.

"What you want Paul?" I asked with deep frustration.

"Where you coming from? He demanded. His voice coarse and rigid.

"Yuh never see me a call you?"

"Wa really a gwaan Darla?"

"Wa fi a gwaan Paul?" I spat and glanced at him.

"Where mi must a come from?"

"Unlike you I only have one home to go to" I heard myself said. The words left a sting in my core as the reality replayed in my head.

Paul released his grip on my arm, and I walked away. I hurried inside and rushed upstairs to pack a travel bag and some documents. Tears streamed down my cheeks again. I slapped my cheeks to console myself. Paul's footsteps echoed as he enters the house, he chants upstairs and stood in the bedroom doorway.

"Weh yuh a go Darla?" he questioned.

He didn't even have the nerve to admit what he did, instead he pretended as if he did not hear me. I looked up at him and shot him a fiery dagger with my teary eyes. I continued my packing in silence. Paul grumbled some stuff, and I ignored him.

"I am leaving, don't wait up for me" I pushed pass him and stormed down the stairs.

Paul must have thrown something on the bedroom wall because I hear a loud crash upstairs. I jumped but did not look around. I hurried to the storeroom to invite Kevin on this trip with me. When I got there Kevin was packing away some tools.

"Kevin!" I said as I entered.

"Mrs. Clarke!" he said and glanced at me

"I was going to come see you before I leave"

"Mr. Clarke said I should take a week off; he is on a vacation and will be working on the yard in his break"

That explains why he came home early the other night, after all these years Paul has finally taken a break to spend some time with me. "Too late Paul" I said under my breath.

"Well, Kevin, I am going on a trip and id like it if you come with me"

"That's if you want, no pressure" I lifted my hand to assure him.

He grinned. "Yes, I would love that"

I chuckled, "Ok Kevin, meet me at the scotia bank in town in the next hour"

"Please don't be long, I hate to wait"

I winked at him and walked off. When I went back to my van, I saw Paul standing there. This man has done what he did but yet he finds it so hard to leave me alone, after all I am giving him space to go be with his family.

"Darla, where are you going?" Paul demanded again, only this time his voice had a tinge of remorse or maybe it was just my imagination.

That made me angry. I stormed pass him again and entered my vehicle. I drove off and left him there. I watched him through the rearview mirror as he placed his hands on his head. 

Oh, how I wanted to hate him.