Not My Type 3: Alternate World

39. Over

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📍JOHNS RD, SPANISH TOWN

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"Mickoi titter told me I should keep a tectret," her voice tiny.

"So yaw go tell me?" I ask her, hoping that she's actually planning to.

She goes silent for a few seconds.

"Mickoi....tell me tum'ting, what is miscarriage?"

"Miscarriage?"

What the f——

Don't tell me say...Zara had a miscarriage...

I squish my eyebrows together in confusion. Heart wrenching in my chest. I stopped having those toothaches too.

Jah know!

Zara lose mi youth?

And yuh out yer a style the b...

I look down, listening as Qara goes on.

"Miscarriage seems bad Mickoi....it seems really really bad Mickoi," she sighs.

Don't know how fi answer har.

Just don't..

"Qara weh yuh learn da word deh from?" I've never felt more uneasy. Even my words sounds pale.

Nickoi a you dis?

I don't sound like myself.

There's a possibility mi lose me youth.

Mi nuh know how fi process this dawg.

"Qara?" I say when I notice her silence. "Weh you sister?"

"Titter is sad...grandma was mad at her....really mad at her. Titter leaves. Told me she would work on herself and I should study. Titter told mommy she going to Toozan and mommy checks Toozan and she doesn't know where Titter is. So mommy is crying," she tells me.

"Nobody nuh know weh Zara deh?" I feel a headache immediately.

A the love a mi life dat eno dawg.

And yuh out here a fling seed everywhere like a stone badman?

And ano under har yah fling it?

"No Mickoi....nobody knows....all of our families here trying to cheer up mommy," her voice pale, she doesn't sound like my Qara. "I know you are always our hero. That's why I called, see if you can find back titter pretty pleaseeee. Can you?"

Jah know star.

I look down.

Mi know this a my fault.

"Hear wah Qara? Mi ago find sister and me ago bring her home to you and mommy yer?" I promise her.

She screams. "Yayyyyy Mickoi always save the dayyyyyy!"