A Dancehall Story - The Final Years. Part 1

Chapter 49- Another 24 Hours

Stacy's POV  

“What the hell do you mean by you dont know where he is?” Mel shouted.

I was in panic mode. It was going 15 hours and still no word or sign of him

“Mrs. Muir, as I informed you ma'am, we can't seem to locate your son. His last known whereabouts, as you see on the screen, he got picked on the Avenue.”

“Harrison, you are his driver and Cross you are his fucking security. Everyone is just having a jolly good time while my son is nowhere to be found.”

“With all due respect Mel, G a big man and yuh know nobody nuh too program him or can study him still.”

“I don't want to hear that shit. None of you will sleep tonight until I find him.”

Mel's behaviour made me even more worried. If she didn't know where he was, then it was impossible to find him.

“Cross, please just put my mind at ease. If you know where he is just tell me, I won't tell him you said anything I promise.”

“Stacy, I swear to God I don't know. Mi shock when Mel called me cause I spoke to him an hour before he walked out the yard.”

“He just walked through the gate and disappeared. This does not feel safe.”

“Stacy, please see if you can remember anything, anything at all that might have triggered him or got him upset.”

How much time do I have to repeat myself?

“Mel, I told you, he wasn't upset, he was happy the last time I saw him…”

Was he?...

Hours Ago…

I heard screaming as I was about to get into bed. Now I was pissed that I had to go back downstairs.

When I reached the bottom of the steps I saw Paris crying and Joan trying to get to go back to her room.

“a wah happen?”

Paris was in a temper and trying to explain herself but her words were jumbled. She all started talking in French, she does that when she is upset and I don't know shit she was saying. 

I blamed Maria and Garrick. 

“Calm down baby, speak English.” She was still going and stomping her feet. I looked at Joan for answers.

“Queen must have taken something from her and something about your bag, I don't know.”

“Wait, me nuh send Queen to her bed and tell her not to come out of her room?”

I took up Paris, she was inconsolable. “It's ok baby, we are going to see her.”

Queen was laying in bed when I got to her room. “What did you do to Paris?”

“I just took your bag from her and she hit and I hit her back.”

“Why did you leave your room?”

“I wanted some water.”

“Very nice, add two more weeks to your punishment. Keep it up and see if yuh nuh lock in here forever.”

“That's not fair, she hit me first!”

“A who yah shout on? Alright, hold another week, oh and you won't be going to your friend's birthday party. Yuh wah seh something more?”

She pushed her face into the pillow and screamed into it. “No, do it make me hear.” She didn't make another sound. 

I took Paris back to her bed and made sure she was ok before I left the room. I might have to hire security for Queen because I knew she had plans for us.