CIRCUMSTANCES MADE ME WHAT I AM

FEELINGS

TAMARA'S POV

I'm in his sofa while he dresses inside his room.
I heard him and smelled him come out.

God dis man evah smell nice mmmnn, mi need help I laughed To myself

He took up a small pouch bag and went back into the room and was out almost as soon as he went in. "Yuh ready Tami?", He asked.

"Yeah", I answered, while I took notice of him. His black V-neck shirt, black ripped jeans and black dessert Clarks made him look slimmer.
And made me want to hug him too but he was almost at the door and I followed.

It's 2:25pm driving on the toll, *Beres Hammond~Irie and Mellow* flowing through the speakers. With the windows down and the wind passing through cooling the heat, creating a nice atmosphere.

Somewhere between the 1st and 2nd toll booths I saw him figit a few times, but then he announced he needs to take a leak so I guess that's it then.

So he pulled over, got out to go relieve himself and I stepped out to stretch my legs. After he was through I admired him walking back towards me he looked so nice I had to give him the hug I wanted to before we left and so I did and felt him flinch. I knew I felt something when our bodies met poke me from his waist.

"Mark wah dat mi feel deh suh?" I knew what it felt like but I jumped back so fast I'm not sure.

"Tami nuh freak out zeen" he was stepping towards me as I backed away from him.

"A waah gun dat Mark? Weh yuh need a gun fi duh?" I asked still backing away.  His pace toward me spead up and he held me and when I flinched he let go of my arm then said "seriously Tamara yuh still think seh mi wudah hurt yuh, eeh?" He walked pass me, went inside the car and came back with his wallet and permit

"Seet deh mi a legal holder, Jesus christ!" His annoyance was evident.

I could see the hurt in his eyes, the same I saw yesterday when he thought of me thinking he'd hurt me. Shit I feel awful but why didn't he say he had a gun. I hate those things however legal it may be.

" Want we guh back home?" He asked me.

"No I responded to him" I guess because I now knew. The rest of our journey it was on his lap as we drove.
Intimidating me.

"If yuh aguh stay silent is better yuh never come eneuh cause me alone in yah wudah silent to" he was angry.

"Mark mi just nuh like gun. Mi fraid ok"

He pulled over and took the pouch from the back seat, put it inside, placed it behind us and continue driving.

"Mark please don't be offended "

"Think I'm offended because yuh afraid of a gun? Mi upset because yuh a move like yuh fraid a mi and yuh know mi wudn hurt yuh" hissing his teeth.

The rest of the journey was in silence with my brain working out a way to fix this tension between us now.

MARK'S POV

Don't know why I didn't leave the gun in the pouch, habit I guess.

Cah help me lock up inna pouch. Ah di fuckery dah police buoy deh pull last night mek mi more paranoid. She's not saying anything and I'm walking on eggshells so I'll be in my corner.

We're almost at our destination and I decided to inform Bongo just incase he's not home so he can link up.
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So I pulled into grandma's yard and she's in her usual spot looking out, with a smile now on her face after seeing my car drive up. We exit the car and her face is even brighter when she saw Tami.