Sane

Infinite

Celene's POV

Neva know my man a comedian. Him seh we aguh married. How that guh? Had to take off my glasses caz obviously mi naah hear right. In respect mi let guh a big dirty laugh caz a muss joke. I stopped when I realized I was the only one laughing.

"Wah yuh naah seh?" I asked.

"Mi know mi affi ask yuh and anuh sumth mi can decide fi yuh, but it's to protect you in case something happens to me it's for your protection" he stated and taking a deep breath before continuing. " I don't want to give you an ultimatum but if you refuse to marry me you have to cut all ties for your own safety. This is the only way I can protect you"

I had no appetite. All I could do was walk back to the bedroom and lock it to ensure I could get a minute alone.

A couple hours ago I was in my apartment getting ready for school. I got my hair done by people who knew this man who was asking me to marry him better than me. Now I'm in Miami and I don't even know what strings were pulled to get me here. A year ago I was going to sixth form in country and a nine night got me excited to see my crush and now I was going to wild parties getting intoxicated. I live in and manage an apartment complex because of him. He has shifted my world to revolve around him. And it drains me.
As if my frontal lobe just clicked in, he has me chasing other women out of his life, literally. Playing stepmom. Playing owner. Now I'll have to play wife???

When does it end? This is my life.... Grandma's word's made sense now.  "just remember cloud always inna sky but anuh everyday rain fall".

The signs were all there, he was always controlling, like most men are but he naturally is that way but now is when the rain falls and I can't seem to be okay with all he's doing . The ultimatum is to cut my losses and forget all this and live my normal life. Why did that decision seem like the right one but not the one I wanted to make. Am I that negatively attached??

I mindlessly walked to the bathroom to look at myself. I had a drastic loss of weight. I couldn't seem to take care of myself without him. I didn't even realize the kind of situation I was in until it came to me almost mindlessly selling myself off to a stranger. That's who he was really, I knew his ways not his origin or background. Mi deeven get a second opinion. Just quick fi guh tek up ring.

I heard a soft knock at the door. He got into the bedroom and that doesn't surprise me. I opened the door for him.

"I'm not marrying you"

Ranique's POV

My heart shattered hearing the words but I kept my composure knowing no sane human being could ever go through with such an idea. Marrying someone you barely really know.

I wanted to give a command. Take advantage. Convince. But I promised myself the decision was hers.

"Okay I'll get you to Jamaica in the morning. Just please move into an apartment that I'm comfortable with".

"I'll get one that I like" she responded in a tone I've never heard her use before.

"Okay"

I turned and walked out of the room. Staying there I'd either fuck her angrily or fuck her caz I don't want her to leave. I went to the guest bedroom knowing that the one human being I yearned for was in my space and wanted nothing to do with me was hurting my heart in a way that made me feel worst than any other person has ever made me feel. I couldn't sleep I walked over to the bed and sat down placing my head into my hands picturing seeing her living a life without me. Going to school, a nigga picking her up getting her sumth to eat. Her spending time with him and cooking for him. Him getting to ......