Sane

Crook

Celene's POV

I sat there still as a statue trying to understand what was happening. What did he mean. I don't know but reality struck me when I saw the airport staring at me. I don't even have an extra panty how tf am I going to travel and where am going?? Why???

I was going through the motion my mind not able to process anything just blindly following Corneil. How mi reach pon the plane and land a Miami mi nuh know. My hands were shaking and I felt like I lost control of my limbs.

I can't tell you what he organized or the persons he talked to because stepping out of the aircraft I fainted and I'm now laying in a really comfortable bed in totally different clothes so that means......
My eyes instantly opened and I saw a figure sitting in a corner as I could smell the weed. My shuffling sent his attention in my direction and I leaped into his lap pulling him close. Only one man can touch mi once this man is alive.

He chuckled deeply but it wasn't long it was short and I could sense the tension in the air despite just waking up. His arm wrapped around me securing me regardless almost instantly like an involuntary motion that's imbedded in his muscles.

"Yuh lose so much weight and mi nuh gone fi even two months b" his voice instantly comforting me even though the thick tension was still there.

"I missed you a lot" was all I could say. The elephant in the room staring at me.

"What's happening Ranique?" He noticeably tenses and that's bad caz when I tell you I'm in love with an emotionless man who is almost unreachable I kid you not.

"Boy sell mi out b"

"Him talk to the police bout me fi get him freedom and cut a deal. Couldn't let it guh suh him get dirt. Him fren dem tek it up and a mek plans suh mi cyah have yuh anywhere but beside me right now."

He said almost emotionlessly. I sat there processing. Back to square one. Honestly my mind went crazy the past couple of hours. How he pointed his gun at me once, he has security and still doesn't trust me, or anyone but himself. How he had it the night at the gate and put it under the seat. Who was I running from? What happens now? Is this permanent?

"What about the police?"

"Police work fi the government b, easy thing that. A the boy dem aguh try tek wah mi love most"

"What about Dru?, your family..."

Yuh babymodda........ the girls at the salon said she was that wife.

"Dem deh a the safe house"

"So why take me here and not to the safe house like everyone else?" I questioned. She gets to be with his family yet I was never introduced.

"Do you want to be taken to a house with a family that doesn't accept me with your only connection to them being me without me even being there?"

Thinking about his words he really thought about not only my safety but my comfort. He must've pulled lots of strings to get me here caz ion even have my passport.

"Okay. So when is it going to be safe?"

"Boy soon get it man. Aguh mek police kill him fi mi and then it aguh seem like a gang violence cause the ute fi dead."

I sat there on his lap looking at him and with enough confusion cleared up, my body started getting through to my brain. I miss my bf. I held his head with both hands and planted a deep kiss. He held me a little tighter as we moved in sync. He got up and walked to the bathroom stripping my clothes and walked me into the shower. He kissed and caressed me all the same. He turned the shower on getting my freshly done braids wet but I didn't care his money anyways.

He placed me down and turned my back to him. He left for a while to remove his clothes I'm guessing then I could hear him adding body wash to a wash rag. He got it damp and then started to lather my skin so thoroughly but gently still laying sweet little kisses all over and I don't think i could've ever imagined how intimate this feels right now. Weeks of depression and emotional distress instantly cleared up. I was bare and he was bare. He cared for me, I was precious to him I could feel it in his actions.

He washed the rag out and told me to put one foot up on him and I almost didn't but Cho, fi him goods. The boy wash mi nice wid the water enuh. Him tek time and wash between the folds and rinse wid water enuh. Then him lather mi again. Wash mi off and wrap a towel around me and tell mi fi stand up. I watched him have a really quick shower but the boy get 1 inna bathing caz that was quick but massively thorough.

He dried me off and handed me a robe then dried himself and wrapped the towel around him and took me to the bedroom. He handed me only a graphic tshirt that stopped mid thigh and I used some spray on deodorant. I didn't feel like using anything on my skin at this point I just wanted to be cool and smooth. I crawled into the bed and he got dressed in a tank and sweats.

Looking around I couldn't tell where I was so I walked to try and get to the balcony I was instantly mesmerized. We were at a condo I think. But the city was not a very far distance. The lights ...... I remember on the hill that night, this was so much more. I turned around but bumped right into his chest, I was instantly lifted and taken down narrow but stylish stairs and I realized there was another bedroom, kitchen and living room in this place. Food was on the stove.

He cooked?

"Mi watch YouTube and mi think mi mek brown stew chicken and garden rice" he said amused with the current situation.

We shared the two plates and heated them in the microwave and honestly it smelt really good. He took a wine from the refrigerator and set the table while I sat at the island being treated like a guest. He then held my hand and took me to my chair pulling it out for me and sat and poured two glasses of wine.

"Mek we seh grace" I suggested holding out my hand for him to hold. He took it gently and kissed it, a wah this.

"Most righteous and eternal father we come before you today giving you thanks, you have provided and we are grateful. I pray this food will nourish our bodies and enrich our health. I ask that we may have many more nights like this filled with provision, peace and happiness. Amen."

"Amen." He said then he looked at me.

I took up my fork and dived into my plate. Mi man a YouTube chef. It was soo good I dug in another time. He was still just looking at me. I finished chewing and took a sip of my wine.
"Take a bigger sip" he said still just looking but uncertainty laced his voice.

I did as I was told and he continued looking at me. I looked at him trying to understand what's the matter.

"........"

"..........."

"We need to get married."