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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Arriving at school made things a little better. No one here knew me and the knowledge of that felt like a breath of fresh air.
My life is a big series and the title is "Everybody knows,except you."
Everyone else seems to know all the big events and scandals in my life except me, I guess finding out was the climax, the big reveal, I chuckled to myself lightly.
What else can beat that season finale?
My new life was made on a lie,but atleast it was stable. I stuck to my routine, I went to school and I go home after simple,so how the hell did all of that crumble down on the span of 2 days?
"God alone coulda answer that." The voice in my head said sassily.
I should have never gotten close to him.
Sitting in class listening to the lecturer all I could hear was mumbling. My brain was nowhere ready to take in any new information, my mind was too clouded for that.
Zoning out all I could think about was Kimalie on my mothers bedroom floor fighting for his life.
"Him nearly dead cause a you." Brian's words echoed in my brain.
And there I was last night acting like a spoilt brat, when he was getting in trouble for being with me.
"Typical me." I thought, remembering the events that occured.
So the person who called him was my father. All along I believed him when he said that he worked for my mother,turns out that's a lie too.
I guess I finally figured out why he started acting weird,he was basically risking his life by dating me.
Well I am a teenager after all. Childish behavior and bad attitude come wid mi user manual.
I haven't seen or heard from my father in 7 years and I now figure out that he's alive.
Well shit if smaddy can disappear from dem family fi suh long without a trace who knows what else them can do.
Probably deh some weh a live a fake life like me, my mother wasn't wrong, I'm exactly like him.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
But where is he now though? If he called Kimalie who is in Jamaica and somewhat threatened him and mek smaddy nearly kill him, that means he has close connect with someone out here,or no that could never be, he can't be in Jamaica, not after so many years.
Why would he be here and not come see me?
"This is making my head hurt." I sighed loudly.
Deciding to stop thinking about it, I blocked every scenario about the situation from my brain and started focusing on my lecturer.
"Not because my life is going downhill that means my grades should too," I said internally. Looking ahead. .........................................................................
After we were dismissed I made my way towards the bus stop for a half way tree taxi.
Home is not the best place for me to be right now,but where else would I go?
My only friend is Kia and she's busy in the days so that's a no. I could go somewhere and buy myself something, but I have no money, my mother really went all out with this act,but pretending to be poor really made it come together. I must say I give her a 5 stars rating for carry along with this lie for so long.
While at the bus stop a white car drove up to me. The way it tint up yuh woulda think a kidnap dem come fi kidnap mi and drive off.
As it stopped infront of me the window dem roll down and wah brown bwoy push out him head.
Mi see him all ready, a one a malie fren dem,weh him name again?
"Hey Dejah, a quella we met sometime back at taboo." He said answering the question in my head.
"Oh hey." I said uneasy.
I knew exactly what they were gonna ask.
"I know that you know wat we do so I'm gonna cut this short,where is Kimalie, I heard that he's dead and that can't be true, the dawg cah go out so easy,so what's really happening?" He asked seriously.
I could here the compassion in his voice as he said those words, but these people are gang members.
I don't trust them, and I can't be too sure that they weren't the ones who sold him out to my father and a come pretend like dem miss him,so I lied.
"I don't know where he is, mi and kimalie nuh inna nun, if anything you should ask the man that killed him." I stated stepping away from the car to fan down a taxi.
My own father sell mi to a rich man's son,at this point mi not even trust the strap pan mi bag.
This is way too much for my 18 year old brain.Just need a break from mi life. Just need likkle peace of mind.
