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📍Clarendon, Jamaica | Twin Palms Estate
The Same Day | Wednesday, December 25th
9 PM ⏰
Soft knocks on the bedroom door play in the background of the room.
"Camille...please, don't do this babes" he begs, his voice strained from the nonstop pleading.
"Open di door mama, just let me in...come mek me talk it out like big people"
Fuck that.
I ignore him, just as I've been doing for the past forty-five minutes.
Nuh wah hear nothing weh him haffi seh right now.
He continues to knock, repeating the same rhythmic pattern over and over.
Chro, him lucky!
Imagine.
After everything she's done and said to me, he invites this woman into my home, our home.
No sah...
My blood boils, rage flows through my veins, seething through my skin.
After everything that's happened, he still put me in a position to be embarrassed by her, in front of our family and friends.
Crazy, like absolutely insane.
He constantly gives her ammunition, never holding her truly accountable for her behavior towards me.
Like if he wants her, all him haffi do a tell me enuh...
It's ridiculous.
"Camille?" a voice joins him, seemingly belonging to Ivy.
Oh, so it's a group project?
I still don't reply.
"Everyone downstairs is worried about you girl, the vibes have been so off since you left..."
They should be worried about Makaia...
Sumn miss wrong wid her.
Hushed whispering replaces the knocking behind the door, a secret conversation between Ivy and Andre, probably plotting their next move.
Okay Fay, so Camille has no allies?
After a few seconds, the voices cease, followed by shuffled footsteps retreating down the hallway.
Silence once more.
"Girl..." it's Ivy, her intonation hard to miss.
"It's just me out here, can I please come in?"
I shift uncomfortably on the bed, my legs propped up on a pillow, working to relieve my lower back muscles.
A part of me didn't trust her words, even though she was my best friend.
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