Chapter 8: Hard Pill To Swallow

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Jevon

Today is one of my 'free' days that only come like once per month. For the first time in a long while, mi glad mi nuh av nuh heep a work fi do.

Since the whole situation with Ashley, some days have been good and some not so good. Today is one of the not-so-good days.

Mi still cyaa believe it to pussyclaat. If mi did a do road like di ress a man dem ina my age group dis wouldn't reach mi. But yuh si because mi well want a wife an family...

I can't help it though... I was raised to be a one woman man... a family man. It aguh tek mi a while fi trust a woman again though, no doubt.

My urge to have a drink reminded me that I haven't taken my medications today. I pulled out the first drawer on my bedside table and took out the pills, then I went to my kitchen and got a glass of water.

After the second attempt, I was finally able to swallow the pill. Mi hate tek pill yuh fuck. Mi prefer liquid medicine.

With drowsiness being the main side effect of the pill, I was fast asleep in less than an hour.

•••


Krissann

"Yuh like it?" Mommy asked, awaiting my reaction as I tried curry fish for the first time.

"Yeah, dis nuh bad at all." I responded honestly.

I've never tried curry fish simply because it never looked nor sounded right to me. Plus I'm not a fish person. Mi prefer chicken. Mi soon fly.

"Babes mi a tun mi back now." Her boyfriend said as he stood in the hall with his duffle bag.

My mother informed me that he was coming back from Trelawny the day before yesterday, and he came back early yesterday morning.

Surprisingly, him coming back from country hasn't affected this path we're on to improve our mother-daughter relationship as yet.

"Alright, call mi when yuh reach home."

"Yeah, later Krissann."

"Yeah." I replied.

They shared a kiss before he left and I wanted to throw up.

Eeewww...

After we ate, I washed the dishes while my mother took her morning bath. She came to the living room wearing the red lounge set my father loved to see her in.

"Yuh still have dat?" I asked.

"Hmm..." She replied.

I noticed the slight look of sadness on her face.

"I miss him too." I mumbled.

There was a few seconds of silence before she spoke.

"Krissann, now that yuh big enough, mi av sumn fi tell yuh."

A wa dis now?

"A wa?"

"Yuh fada..." Her voice cracked and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

I waited for her to continue.

"He raped me. That's how I got pregnant with you."

"Wa!?"

After hearing those words, I could no longer sit still so I stood up. My hands started shaking and my body felt weak.

"Wi did jus a talk an mi tell him seh mi nuh waa rush fi av sex. Afta him mada dead and di cement company fire him, him start drink hard. One night him come a mi yard drunk an him rape mi. When him sober up an realize wa him do him nuh stop bawl and apologize but mi run him weh. When mi find out seh mi pregnant, mi did waa do one abortion but him hear seh mi pregnant and come back and beg mi fi keep yuh. And deep down, mi did know seh mi conscience woulda kill mi suh mi decide fi keep yuh. He did everything he promised to do; him do every work him coulda find and him tek care a mi throughout di pregnancy. When mi gi birth, him continue tek care a di both a wi right up to him death."

As I tried to process everything she said, my mind drifted off to a conversation I had with him on one of our daddy-daughter dates before he died.

"Daddy that is so disgusting!"

I cringed and almost threw up in my mouth watching my father pour ketchup on his pasta.

"Don't knock it til yuh try it." He responded before eating a mouthful.

Eeewww...

"Stop twist up yuh face suh. It nice. Yuh waa taste it?"

"Absolutely not."

"Yuh lucky. Yuh hear from yuh madda since shi leff out dis morning?"

"No, shi did seh shi waa come wid wi today suh you an har can talk to mi bout sumn afterwards but dem call har in fi work."

"Oh..." He responded with a hint of sadness on his face.

"A wa?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

"A wa unu waa talk to mi 'bout."

He looked away from me and wiped his forehead with his handkerchief.

"Uhm... jus sumn weh both a wi waa tell yuh together.

He forced a smile.

"Oh..."

So I was conceived through rape... That's what they wanted to tell me together... Wow...

"Mommy... mi honestly nuh know wa fi seh other than I'm sorry that happened to you."

"It's okay." She assured me as she wiped her tears, then mine.

"Mi jus glad mi finally tell yuh. I wish he was here so that we could talk to you about it together like wi planned."

I don't think I would be able to look at him the same if he was here.

Hearing that my father (a man who was perfect in my eyes) raped my mother is the hardest pill I've ever had to swallow.

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