A Dancehall Story - The Final Years. Part 1

Chapter 28 - Pretty Disaster

Stacy's POV

He took Paris back to her room and never returned. I was sitting up in bed with Melody who refused to go back to sleep, replaying what Paris had said over and over in my head.

I'm not going to do this with him and Steoh again. Come to think of it, this is why she has it out for me because my husband is in bed with her.

Again.

"So him nah come back?" I asked poor Melody who just wanted to nibble on my fingers.

My patient was running thin and I decided to go in search of him with Melody on my hip. I checked Paris' room and he wasn't there, neither was he in the kitchen, by the pool or in any of the kids' rooms.

"Oh him guilty, suh him gone hide."

After walking around with Melody for a while, she fell asleep. I sat with her for a while on the back Patio, trying to ease my mind before I made my way back to the bedroom. There he was with my phone in his hand.

"Where were you?" I asked him. I didn't even wait for him to answer, I went to put Melody in her crib.

I returned to the room, climbed into the bed, turned the AC up and the TV on. I was in my annoying bitch era right now.

"You were looking for me?" he had the nerve to ask.

"You have been gone for a wh...." I hissed my teeth and slammed my fist into the pillow. "Garrick cut the bullshit. You know what you are doing."

"Stacy, I am not—"

"In the mood? Yuh not in the mood to talk to me but you were in the mood to fall asleep in Steph's bed and you came home to me smelling like her."

"I didn't know I was smelling like her."

"What if you had known? By the way, what were you doing in her bed?"

"I went over there to see my daughters and talk with her, I got comfortable and fell asleep. That's it."

"You got comfortable and fell asleep, Yuh hear yourself? The way her perfume is strong on you it's clear you were all over her Garrick. I am not a fucking idiot."

"Alright look, me and her had a fight yesterday.. Well not a fight, I hit her—"

"You did what?"

He was about to get up from the bed so I held onto his hand. "Stay right here suh and talk to me, Garrick."

He didn't try to make a fuss, like he know he fucked up.

"I went to talk to her, she said some things, I got upset and hit her. She called Mel and told her. Mel was furious with me and told me I had to go fix it. I went back with Leo and I spoke with her, I hugged her, we were in the bed when Love came in, that's it."

"What did she say that made you so angry you had to hit her?"

"I really don't want to get into that with you right now."

"Why not? I have done things and said things to you and you never hit me, suh what made you hit her?"

"Suh you wanted me to hit you for the shit you do?"

"No, I am just saying—"

"Yuh deserve some fuck lick?"

"Garrick, why the fuck you lick the woman?"

He got silent but he knew I wasn't about to let it go. I sat up with my arms folded across my chest, just looking at him until he decided to talk.

"She made some remarks about you and Paris not being mine and I just lost it. I hit her and I was wrong for that shit. So like I said, I went there to fix it."