Twisted Love

8

Thursday, 5:18pm
Nivea's POV:

It had been two weeks since the incident with my supposed mother.

Two weeks of no contact with anyone.

I sighed then rolled unto my back to ease the cramp on my left leg.

Bianca an Azriel suppose to vex wid mi yah now.

An yuh know Bianca will find yuh yard enuh.

"Sis! Mi a leave now!" Zari yelled from somewhere in the house.

I didn't answer.

Nuh feel like it.

There was slight shuffling outside of my bedroom door before Zari peeked her head into my room.

"You never hear mi a talk to yuh?" Zari asked.

I waved her off.

Seeing my mother had triggered me in some way. It reminded me of the peak of my depression in highschool when I felt that I was undeserving of my mother's love.

All the tears and cries.
Hating myself because she left

All of it came back.

Snap out of it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Vee yuh cyah a mek den supm yah affect yuh. The world nah guh halt because yuh nuh heal from yuh trauma enuh." Zariann reasoned.

She was right, but right now wasn't the time for logical solutions to my problems.

"Bye Zariann." I said, dismissing her.

She shook her head in disapproval then left.

I endured a few more minutes of my mini breakdown before I gave myself a pep talk then slowly drifted into the land of dreams.

A couple hours later my eyes shot open.

Why?

I have no idea.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stared around my dark room.

There was nothing out of the ordinary and nothing that would trigger me in my sleep.

I rid myself of my paranoia then closed my eyes with the intention to return to sleep.

As soon as I got comfortable enough to sleep, a soft knock sounded at the front door.

My eyes shot back open.

Who dat?

Dat me wah know.

I felt around the bed for my phone then remembered I had left it in my handbag that was now carelessly laid on the floor.

After straining my eyes to search for my phone in the darkened room, I finally found it.

231 missed calls.

Mi will call dem back another time.

I looked at the time displayed on the screen and realized it was now 2:00 am.

The knock sounded at the door again and this time my heart fell to my stomach.

What if a somebody come fi kill we?

I slowly rose from my bed and made my way to my room door.

The knock came again but this time with more force.

I slowly opened my door then tiptoed to the kitchen for one of the knives.

If a kill dem come fi kill mi, dem try know mi nah guh dung without a fight.