St. Andrew,JA||Saturday||7:55 P.M
⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AHEAD⚠️
Daniel West
"It's been months Daniel, and no one's trying to get justice for what happened to you!", Monique hysterically wavers.
Mi stop try fi get justice when mi realize once mi say King, all man turn a blind eye.
Nobody nuh waah pay attention to me, so why mi fi bother?.
"Let it go Monique", I tell her.
I picked my phone up to look at it, a few emails and texts are on the space bar, except the one I actually wanted to see.
I unlocked my phone and found Instagram.
My message still wasn't opened.
Her profile picture changed to her son's picture. The colorful ring around her profile suddenly lit up and I clicked on it.
Don't care if she waah say mi a stalk her.
Make her man see seh mi naah give up.
"What do you mean to let it go?!".
Dah gyal yah nuh shut up a mi head and go one side?.
There's an edit that showed Jhené first, a writing across that read, If I Had To Choose I'll Always Choose You☺️🩷💍.
After her video came a few videos and pictures of her and King, at the last part of the video, her son was next to her, his hand over her tummy, it looked swollen.
She's pregnant?.
Again?.
A follow up picture shows her with her hand on her belly in a mirror photo, she's pregnant.
She a have another baby wid him?.
What the fuck?.
Monique approached me, "why aren't you answering me?".
She snatched my phone in anger, her eyes stared at the screen. I could see her ready to start yapping about me still being in love with my ex.
"You still can't let this bitch go?", same thing.
"Give me the phone Monique", I reached for it but she stepped back.
"And you've been texting her?!".
"....what's so special about her?!".
"Bredda, just gimme the phone and humble yuh self".
We weren't at my mother's house, I went up to my house when Monique came down.
She's been here only two days and I was ready to send her back home.
I should be leaving with her next month, I can't leave without hearing from Jhené again.
"No, can't you see that she's moved on, by the looks of it she's damn happy".
"Yuh nuh know weh yaah talk bout", I kiss my teeth at her.
She a infuriate mi wid her voice.
All she a do is chat.
I reached for the phone again, this time she threw it at the floor then proceeded to stomp on it repeatedly.
I listen to the screen protector break until she's stomping into the phone screen.
"Monique, the fuck wrong yuh?!".
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