Moments

Chapter 19: In A Daze

Recap:

"-They lied to me!" I raised my voice a little startling Neveah. "Your fucking family lied to me Elliott!! It's been twenty years! TWENTY YEARS!! How could you?! Don't call this number anymore!! You're dead to us! DEAD!"

"No no no Joy-"

*Call Ended*

And with that, I hung up the phone and got up from my spot on the mini couch.

"Ma who was that? And how did you get them to answer? Was it the same person I was telling you about doing the breathing thing? Ma? Ma?"

He lied to me. How could he? For 20 years, I thought the love of my life died in a house robbery. He was the boy every girl on his block had wanted but chose little ol' me.
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Joyce's POV (20 years ago)

"Joyce! Joyce!" My mother yelled from down the hall.

"Yes please!" I yelled back.

"Come and go get me some groceries from the Associated supermarket! I want to prepare food for when your father comes back from his business trip tomorrow," She replied at a low tone after I had came to her in the front house (living room).

"But ma! You know you can't stand on your ankle for too long."

"Listen here girl! Don't fret my tail!" She fussed. "Go get my purse and the list that's on the dresser and guh long to the supermarket!"

(A//N: "Fret my tail!"= "Don't me upset!" & "Guh long" = "Go ahead" I don't know if other Caribbean countries say these phrases but my Bajan family says it all the time loll)

I didn't even bother arguing because arguing with a caribbean parent is pointless. They won't listen to you anyway.

Throwing on my old ass sneakers  on and grabbing my jacket on the way out, I hurried through the door.

The walk to the supermarket was at least ten minutes and I always took the route passing Elliot's parent's house though. I know for sure he had to be in front it with his friends. I hate them boys, but their not my friends so I could care less. They think I'm a loner and is just using Elliott because his family has money, but that's not the case.

Elliot and I have been going out since I was 18 and he was 19 almost 20. We met through his brother and my bestfriend, Malcolm. Malcolm is the same age as me, but moved to California to pursue a acting career. However, not too long after he moved out there, he was shot and killed. The person mistook him for someone else. It's been two years since his death and it still doesn't sit right with me.

"Joy? Baby?"

Snapping out of my memories, I almost bumped into Elliot.

"Huh? Oh. Hi my love." I hugged him, inhaling his signature scent. "How are you?"

Pulling away slightly to look down at me, he replied with hints of worry. "I should be asking you that. You looked like were in a daze. What we're you thinking about?"

I didn't have to answer because he already knew just from my eyes welling up with tears.

"Awww love. It's ok. He's in a better place now." He says rubbing my back. "He's always watching over you like your guardian angel."

"I know. It's just that if he didn't go to Cali, he would still be alive right now," I sniffled. "He didn't deserve that!"

"I know baby I know." Turning around he shouted at his friends. "Yoo I'm gonna walk with my girl for a bit. I'll be back."