Raw Truth- Fatal Attraction Sequel (Jamaican Novel)

•Chapter 14•

Trelawny||Sunday||11:00 A.M

Tanoi Cunningham

It feels good being back home, although the circumstances are unfavorable.

When Mani called Abby and told her Dre needed me, she wasted no time to get us on the jet and fly back home.

It's been three years since I got to sit down with any of them.

Dre was handling everything all by himself while English was losing his mind.

I cried for days when my memories came back, I wanted to see my brothers but I could only see Dre.

My parents forbid me to see the man who raised me and gave me everything.

It tore me to pieces when Mani and Dre explained what happened to him after I went into a coma.

How he ripped his stitches digging me up from my own grave, his painful cries when he thought I was gone, his mind was replaying that night over and over, until now.

I agreed with Dre to never put him on any medications, he would just become an emptier shell.

Sometimes he would remember that I'm gone and other times it sinks in he'll lose his sanity.

The Cunningham parents.

Award winning.

The only person my mother kept mentioning was Brandon, only Brandon.

It was like he was the only one she loved, he was her first child but it seemed as if she poured her all into just him.

And my father was behind her every step.

Can't believe he put his hands on my little brother, then pulled his gun on him.

Dre's still a child doing adult things, his dreams were taken away from him because of acts by our parents.

He's the only person stopping me from sending someone to end their lives, I don't give a fuck who they are, nobody and mi mean nobody naah put dem hand pon him.

Know how hard English worked to provide for him, to make sure he lived a life of luxury.

Daddy never do anything but sit back and give fucking orders.

English, Miss Gee and me.

And we uncle dem.

Only family weh push him toward him goals, we made sure he knew he could do better than what we had to do.

Whatever he wanted to do we made sure it was possible.

When he first started showing an interest in cricket, we let him decide, he chose to do it.

English hardly missed a game, and if had to, he sent someone else to sit in his place.

He had private coaches, trainers, nutritionists.

We paid for everything that could contribute to his future.

Dre knew he was always supported.

To take his source of peace was cruel.

As much as he doesn't show it, he was hurting inside.

I was in the kitchen making lunch when Kymani ran in and clung to my leg.

"Papi?" I ask looking down at him, "what happen?".

He doesn't reply so I pick him up.

He hugs me tightly and my heart melts.