Chapter 6| Move On

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Jamarion Montique POV
Saturday, March 2nd
9:23 am

She slides her hand down my back and I shrug her off.
"Yuh nuh happy?" She asks and I run my hands over my face.

"Not a rass" I express and a gasp leaves her.

"Weh inna dis fi happy bout?" I ask harshly as I stand from her bed to face her.

"A suh yuh speak to yuh baby mother" She says faking hurt and I roll my eyes before gathering my things.

"A caah fi mi" I share and something sails past me causing me to flinch.

"Weh yuh a try seh?" She asks angrily and I roll my eyes with a loud hiss.

As I try to avoid the splinters that are now decorating the floor.

"Excalty weh mi just seh. A no mine Shania, cause mi caah breed a soul" I share and her mouth opens wide.

"Mi caah breed nuh body, suh it impossible fi yuh pregnant" I reassure her as I take one last look at the pregnancy test she placed in my hands not too long ago.

"Weh yuh mean by yuh caah breed nuh body?" She shouts as I tug my shirt over my head.

"Yuh head tuff or something?" I ask with my eyebrows knitted.

"I can't get any woman pregnant lady biologically mi caah," I say to her in a hushed tone and she laughs out.

"Backside yaah gelding" She laughs and I put on my clothes even quicker.

"And you is a whore" I rebut and she stops laughing immediately.

"Ohh, it nuh funny anymore?" I ask seriously with my voice raised a little bit causing her to straighten herself in the bed.

"Suh yuh nuh have a thing fi seh Shania?" I ask as I take a seat on her dresser awaiting her answer.

She pulls the sheet up closer to her chest and swallows hard.

"Coulda swear yuh did have the most fi seh. All mi a tell yuh is that yuh try find another man fi pin that pon and lowe mi" I tell her and she nods her head.

"Suh we done?" She asks lowly as I put on my socks to slide my feet into my Reeboks.

I turn to look at her as if she's crazy.

"Yuh sure yuh nuh sick inna yuh head?" I ask her seriously and a tear slips from her eye.

"No pon a serious note, Shania. Yuh good upstairs like everything a work up deh?" I ask my eyes piercing her tear-filled ones.

Hissing my teeth I go back to tying the laces of my shoes.

"So you're just going to leave me like this?" She cries as I take up my phone from her side table.

"Yeah, weh yuh did a expect mi fi duh. Raise another man youth and we nuh deh?"

"No man Shania mi nah joke when mi seh this mek one a the doctor dem from ward 8 check yuh when yuh guh work todeh. Cause one gyal caah suh rass psycho" I chuckle and take up my bag making my way out of her house for good and out of her life.

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