Chapter 27 | Confrontation| Ova Gyal?

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Monday, November 18th6:43 am 📍Red Hills, St

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Monday, November 18th
6:43 am
📍Red Hills, St. Andrew


𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"She deh there" I rage, throwing down a pair of clean undies on my bed.

A gasp from Jahvel suffuses the room, bringing tears to my lids.

Silence girdles between us and a sigh escapes her before her lecture starts.

"Weh mi did tell yuh?" Halting, I wipe under my lids, brushing away the pain.

I place my hands on my hips, standing akimbo. Tongue raised to the roof of my mouth and eyes battering heavily.

Him nah guh bring mi down to my lowest

"Wait!" Javel shouts and I lower my head, eyes laid on her face filling the frame of my phone.

She clicks her tongue and widens her eyes. "How yuh know she deh there?" She asks with a quirk brow.

Dragging myself over to the bed, I flop myself down on it. Taking the device up in my hands.

My fingers wrap around it, fingers gliding over the keypad as I navigate my way to my phone log.

"Look pon yuh screen," I tell her, my voice barely audible and hoarse.

The screen sharing starts and she stares back at me confused.

"She called me on his phone. Never said anything. Just—" I swallow my words, the rope of hurt encasing around my throat.

I go into a state of dyspnea, forced to allow the phone to meet the softness of my pillow. I rest my head on the pillow and cry, Javel's words fading.

My heart is aching

"Jan!" Snapping out of it, I rub my face against the silk casing, a trail of snort and tears being left behind.

"Jav"

She hisses and knocks her knuckle against the screen. "Tell mi weh gwaan and now tuh"

Forcing down the accumulation of spit that had gathered due to my mini-cry session. I lift the phone to give her a view of my face.

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