Dejah has never been an outspoken person, some see her as an introvert and some see her as a nerd. Her timid nature makes her look weak and her viridity makes her soft. Or is this all a facade to hide who she truly is?
As the quote says,
"Looks can...
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The sound of ruffling and panic brought me out of my deep slumber unexpectedly.
"Wah the fuck a gwan?"
Checking the time I hissed my teeth angrily. 5 o'clock inna the morning and so much noise somethings up.
I quickly got out of bed as I made my way to the living room.
"Mommy."
No response.
"Mommy."
"Dejah ano your time now, stop call out mi blasted name." She said in a hurried voice.
"A neva yuh name mi call stil-what the fuck"
Walking in her room all I saw was blood, blood on the floor, blood on the walls, blood on her sheets,just bay blood.
"Weh suh much blood come from?" I asked myself a question that answered itself instantly.
There lied Kimalie on the floor in my mother's room fighting for his life.
"Dejah come yah come press down pan dem yah" my mom said quickly.
Still confused I run over to him and did what she asked. Looking at him at first glance you would have thought that he was dead,but his low pulse was what gave me the reassurance that he's still alive.
"Who do this?" I asked getting angry.
Den a who could and so bright fi try kill the love a mi life?
"Who did this?" I asked frantically.
"Dejah we nuh have time fi dat right now,we need fi get him stable" My mom said as she came back with her medical equipment.
"Move yuh hand." She said hurriedly, putting her gloves and got to work.
I then began watching her as she carefully removed the bullets,cleaned his wounds and stitched him up. After that she slowly lifted him up and put him on the bed.
How did she do that so effortlessly?
"He's stable,but he lost alot of blood and he needs rest." She said calmly, escorting me out the room.
"So yah go tell mi wah deh gwan?" I asked irritated at my ignorance towards the situation.
As soon as I asked that, a boy came walking in. "Miss E,him good?" He asked nervously.
"Yh he'll be fine." My mom said as she sat down.
Looking at him, I saw a resemblance of my father.
"Who you?" I asked folding my arms .
"Oh I'm Brian,yuh bredda." He answered nervously.
All type a things start run through mi head now.
"I have a brother?" I asked internally, looking between my mom and my so called "brother."
"Mi ago seh this once and mi wah the two a uno be honest wid mi." I stated angrily.
"Weh yuh wah know." My mom asked taking the words out of my mouth as she got settled in the settee, Brian then closed the door then moved to join her.
