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Jamarion Montique POV
Wednesday, May 3rd
12:03 am
Quickly I park the car on the side of the road, before rushing over to the sight of Ashanti dragging Meka across the pavement.
Murray is nowhere to be seen, and it is all chaos as neighbours shift their curtains, the light peeking through their windows and marking the well-trimmed grass decorating the front of their yard.
Pulling away Ashanti, Meka's screams increase and I try to pry Ashanti's hands from the hold of Meka's wig.
"Let har go please" I plea, pushing Ash away from Meka. With big puffs, she shoves Meka away from us taking huge and heavy strides to the other side of the yard.
Pacing back and front she screams frustrated and I shift my eyes between the two. Noticing that Meka is moving to grab the flower pot.
Swiftly I grab her and jerk her. "Bill pon the friggery bredda" I curse and she shakes my hand off.
Backing away, I move in front of Ashanti, whose preparing herself for a second round.
"No badda with it Inna the people them community a early Inna the night fam, let this guh and gwaan Inna the car please Ash" I beg looking around from Murray's car.
Handing her the keys for mine, I hiss as I watch her grab them roughly and with her clothes all about she walks towards my car. The minute she gets in and closes the door, I push past Meka and into the house.
Moving to what was once Murray's room. I push the door open to see him stuffing a bunch of clothes into a bag.
"Weh you a do?" I question standing guard of the room.
"Tek all mi things them, everything Weh mi own plus the pickney them own. Mi a tek them Weh from har" He breathes out, stopping to take a deep breath before continuing.
"Look pon the likkle one body Mari" He grabs his smaller daughter pulling her towards him. In a swift movement, he exposes her wailing back to me.
"Why the frig mi pickney back fava like when you beat rass slave... Marion man!" He shouts lifting the baby in the air.
She traps her lips in between her teeth as her eyes fill with tears. Silently I watch as she cries her eyes fixation on the Murray.
"Like me did just have a feel youth. None out a the two a Dem no waah leave mi yard and mi just use to think is because mi free-spirited and them allowed fi do anything but she ova yah abuse the baby Dem. Weh them do fi deserve this"His voice breaks at the end and I softly take the baby into my arms.
She stretches for Murray and he takes her back soothing her cries.
"Marion mi deh a mi breaking point...Like...Like" He shutters rocking his daughter even more.
"Let me take her and you finish weh you need to" I offer, taking the baby when he hands her to me.
My eyes remain trained on the door while he moves around the room packing.
Meka is a mad rass gyal
So I am preparing myself for anything at this point I wouldn't even be surprised if she lights the house a fire with us trapped inside.
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