||THE REBOUND || Jamaican story 18+

26

Location: Harloes Place
Date: May 9, 2024
Time: 2:38 PM.

STINGA POV:

"Easy up deh." I eased her off me, standing up from the coach. Staring down at the phone in my hand as it rings, showing Shan's contact number. At first I am unsure if I should answer, I have been trying to reach her but she blocked me, so I decided to give her space in the meantime.

"Babes." I say as I place the phone to my ear.

"Suck yuh mumma wid that and nuh call me suh." I move the phone from my ear for a brief second, shaking my head.

"Yuh cah easy yuh self now."

"Don't tell me weh fi do." Like mumma nuh plan fi done.

"Yow nuh bother wid the bagga chattings and tell me weh yah call fah."

"Yuh know seh mi hate yuh." She sounds hurt.

"Mhmm, wah else, or a dat yuh call fi tell me?" She went silent probably wishing she could drag me through the phone.

"Mi coming for me things them." I pause.

"Now."

"Call it say mi reach." My brows raise, as I became concern. I turn to my left looking at Ricka. Who sat there, focused on her phone.

"Aye." I then hung up.

"Yow." She looked up at me. "Shan a go ina place." She hissed her teeth.

"Weh yah tell me that fah?" I release a sigh.

"Watch yah nuh, fi avoid problem, gwan ina the spare room." I try to reason.

"Mi not fucking moving." She said before being glued back to the phone. Things and time really change. Remember one time side gyal woulda hide, gyal them brawling yah now.

"Ricka, just do the right thing nuh man." I have a bad feeling, and knowing Shan, she's not gonna walk in here and ignore her.

"Yuh fraid a the gyal?" If me fraid a the gyal? She nuh see a she me a try save.

"Alright bad gyal Ricka." I say. Going into the kitchen, I took up all the knives and hid them, just in case, then went back to the living room.

"Fi a badman yuh coward." She rolled her eyes.

"Wid wah?" I say offend by what she said.

"If yuh deh yah nothing nuh suppose to can happen ina yuh place unless you allow it."

"Never know mi can control people." I say but she doesn't answer. One thing mi rate bout Shan, her head hot yuh fuck. And she as the so call friend, fi know how Shan move grimy when she ready. A that did draw me to her ina the first place.

"Pack up her things them and give are it a the door." She suggest.

"Look who a coward now." I say and she was about to answer, a aggressive knock was heard at the door.

We both, became silent. Sigh.

I took my time as I made my way to the door. Looking through the small peephole on the door, she stood there arms fold staring up at the peephole with a serious expression. I stepped back and shook my head. See dah face deh and know a fuckry she come fi start, kmt.

Opening the door, she shoved it further open, not bothering to acknowledge me as she walked pass me. I said nothing, just watch her make her way to the living room in order to go upstairs.