Loving Young (Completed)

10• A promise is a promise

 
  
  
I'm glad our family, his and my own, both allowed me to go without me reminding them that I'm an adult.

Jehlan called seven times that day and all calls goes unanswered before I blocked him.

Daddy agreed to move my things back to my old room while I look for a place of my own to stay.

Somehow Tia and Jayson are at the talking stage. Ally and Jehvaughn are still going strong.

I was able to transfer all of Jehlan's money to his mom's account, and the day it happened she called me worried.

I had to reassure her that I have my own money from my savings and I'm good otherwise.

I moved out of my godmother's house, having only her to know my true residence.

Leaving behind the job at the hair salon and starts working as a cook for a nice restaurant in Montego bay.

An knowing Jehvaughn, I have to be watching my back and I have a strong feeling that he knows my location. Maybe my every move as well.

My little place was actually a guest room transformed into a rental quarters.

It's attached to a nice family home that I only have to share the gate with.

I have my own doorway with a clothing line and a laundry area before my grilled verandah. My small one bedroom, tiny bathroom and hall space is a great start to owning things since I preferred to have it empty and not furnished.

Nicki helped a lot to make it homey and she's the one I often allowed to check up on me.

Being the only one who doesn't call me to talk about my suddenly choices or makes comments on Jehlan.

I can't stomach the idea of speaking to him over the phone.

I can't say his name without crying, but I can't stop looking at our pictures and videos together.

My thoughts are often filled with 'what if' as I know that I'm weak to let the bad things overcome me.

I left my phone at home on my birthday, doing an extra shift at work and I was more pleased with the distraction more than the money.

I couldn't be more happier when the day passed, and I dived deeper in the job as if it was my own business.

Then came the day, the one year anniversary of our...his home construction when the foundation was beings made.

Again, that day passed and I was happy to have somewhere to stay all by myself. To learn how to be on my own without his security, finance, love and all that he gave me.

To learn how to be cautious after hours when I leave work. The type of taxi I enter and how to get familiar with my surroundings in the town and this new community.

To manage my own money when there is rent, fare, personal expenses, health and emergency to consider.

I made new friends, but I withhold lots of personal information as a way of securing myself.

Next was the day marking the one year that he left Jamaica.

It was on my day off and I postponed the outing with my new friends, working on getting my emotions in check.

I went to work the next day with huge bags under my eyes as if I had an allergic reaction to something. They sent me to the doctor but I went home afterwards, crying more.

I returned again with that same condition that the boss was ready to send me home once more.

I revealed to him that it was caused by excessive crying and I needed to work.

He allowed it, but kept an eye on me.

I've gone months without talking to Jehlan and it caused me depression but work was the only distraction I had, so I used it. I started requesting to do some hours on my day offs and was allowed.

I washed every night and due to the heat of Montego bay, it dries in no time. Whether it be outside or inside. The concrete house had me happy about night shifts when I'm not at home. For I had no air conditioner and the fan hardly makes sense.
 
  
It was another day whipping up dinner as I helped the chef, when the boss called for me after the order went out.

I feared they didn't like it, but the smile on the boss face says otherwise.

He spoke to me as we approaches the private room where people who makes reservation are often seated.

Looking up, I'm met with a familiar face and an empty stare that stops my breath.

Jehlan is seated there alone around a table made for ten people to sit.

"Excuse me ." The boss tells me, leaving as he closed the door behind him.

Jehlan says nothing, and neither did I.

Looking away from him after a while, I took a step back.

"Da'Mae?"

I didn't answer.

Just hearing his voice reminds me that I have no tears left after I've used it all from last night and every night before that.

I know I look like a druggie with red puffy eyes lacking sleep. My face showing my inner turmoil and stress.

He got up and I watched as he walked over until he was standing right before me.

His features has gotten better, looking more matured and handsome than the last time we saw each other.

His facial hair shows that he had gotten a fresh lineup recently and I remember how my lips felt on his skin.

His smell; the Axe deodorant, his natural body odor from the protex soap he loves to use and his favorite Dior cologne he fancies.

I inhaled and closed my eyes, calming instantly and my eyes filling with tears.

Slipping passed my close eyelids upon my cheek.

All it took was one touch of his hands on my cheek. Then it was the move he made to step even closer, resting his forehead on mine, and I knew then that he has grown at least a inch or two taller.

"Baby," He whispered. "Come home, please."

I cried more.

"Baby, please don't leave mih."

"You'll leave me alone again." I managed to say.

He shook his head against mine. "Not without bringing you along. That was my mistake and I promise on my life that it won't happen again."

That's all I needed to hear.

Putting my arm around him and gave him a kiss to show how much I misses him.

Just standing in my work place getting the best make-up kiss ever before we hugged tightly.

The worst part is letting everyone know that I'll be leaving because my peace is back and my boss understand.

Why?

Mister Richards isn't actually my boss, his boss his Jehvaughn Gunn so whatever the top boss says, it is what goes.

Then to go outside thinking we'll take a taxi or that he must have borrowed a car from his family.

He surprised me with his new car, a shiny black Lexus LX with cute rims.

Not only that but the backseat and truck was filled with gifts, roses and balloons. I cried even more but I refused to let him go and it was the same for him. He still held my hand.

Before we could leave the parking lot, I looked at him and said. "I love you."

"I love you more, but yuh still have nuff kunk fih get."

I only laughed, holding his hand as I gave him direction to the place I rented.

How I'll get my things to his house, maybe another day as I even have the owners to informed about leaving when I just paid the rent but I didn't care.

My home is where he is, always.