FIVE MONTHS LATER
CHRISTINA
"We stop chat to ja'dore longggg time."Pretti told fancy pushing a piece of her freshly done hair behind her ear.
I sat down in the sofa with my phone still in hand now deciding to join the conversation.
Mi ready fi go home but i really haven't came to fancy over the past few months.
Why?.
I was busy focusing on myself and my career.
I needed to heal completely before jumping back into the dancing thing.
I still made tutorials but i stopped doing shows or even going to shows.
And alottt of people were upset about that even when they were told that i was going through something and was on a while's break.
They thought it was a lie.
Typical jamaicans.
My brother on the other hand had came out of contact with everybody.
I don't even know if he's breathing right now..sadly.
As for the lost of my very first child..i told pretty about it the week after she came over and said i was acting weird.
We talked about it and she encouraged me to tell the others and even prayed for me.
So did my mom.
She was the one that it hurt most..especially since she said i didn't even tell her i was pregnant.
You didn't
I don't even remember myself.
But..
I wouldn't say me and armanii are completely over it..we're trying to not make it hurt as much tho.
Therapy is doing it's thing for both of us.
And i love that.
"Rebel tell her weh she say nuh.."I felt a tap on my leg.
I blink twice looking up at pretti.
"Oh ja'dore.?"I asked getting a nod in response.
"She told me that i was jealous that she was having a baby and she nuh want me pray fi it dead so she ago cut me off."I told fancy.
Deven phased by it nuh more.
We live and we learn.
Her eyes widen,the comb she was about to place down,falling out of her hand and onto the table.
"A lie yah tell!"She exclaimed.
I shook my head.
"A so she did stay under the quiet act??jesus christtt."
"I guess so..i of course stepped in and send her up under har mumma.Cause why yah go say that because the girl say congratulations.."Pretti replied.
