A Dancehall Story- Book 10 Part 2

Chapter 4 - Shots, Fired

Stacy's POV 

“This is where you want to come?”

“Yes,” I replied to David as I looked up and the tall building before me.

“A church?” he asked again.

I looked at him and wiped my eyes. I wanted clear vision and steady hands for my next move.

“Forgive me for what I am about to do.” 

“Wha—” before he could realise I grabbed his gun from between his thighs and pointed it at him.

“Weh yah do Stacy!?” He was in shock, he might have even shitted or farted— I smell something, I don't know.

“I promise that I am not going to hurt you. I just need to borrow your gun.”

“Fi wah— Stacy… jah know. Stacy, talk to me before you do something stupid.”

“You wouldn't understand David. I am tired of talking, I am sick of hurting. Now I just want to be heard.”

“Then talk to me nuh please. Nothing nuh worth putting yourself in trouble.”

He doesn't understand. Garrick wanted me to suffer so much that he got rid of the only person I could open up to. 

All because it wasn't him.

“Keep your phone near to you. I will be right back.?” I hopped out of the car leaving him speechless. My only hope was he wouldn't call Line or Tessa.

I walked up to the steps and knocked on the big door. An older woman with a pleasant smile opened the door. “Hello, how may I help you?” she asked.

With the gun carefully tucked away, I returned a pleasant smile. “Hi, I'm Stacia, I'm here to see pastor Nunez.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“Uh— I don't but see, it's an emergency. I… umm… yuh see, I am at the edge of a mental breakdown… I really need his help. Please.”

She would not even begin to understand that the tears that formed in my eyes were real.

“Come in, I will let him know you seek his words of encouragement and comfort.”

“Thank you… uh—”

“Sister Josephine,” she said. I wiped my eyes and followed as she led the way down the aisle of the church. She stopped at the very last pew and told me to take a seat.

“I will be right with you.” She climbed the stage where the altar was and disappeared behind some huge thick red curtains.

It was playing in my mind how I was going to do this but on the other end I was thinking about walking out and going to the one that really deserved it.

Minutes later she woke me from a dark consciousness. “Follow me Stacia, Pastor will see you.”

I followed her beyond the thick curtains until we reached a brown door, she opened it and I entered then it was closed behind me.

“Mrs. Walker, never expected to see you here.” I heard his voice but I didn't see him. 

Wonder if a God me a talk to?

“You knew it was me?”

“Yes, I saw you at the door,” he said, then appeared from behind another set of curtains.

“Cameras?”

“Could be. What brought you here today?”

I had no time to waste with him. “My husband killed my therapist and I am here to kill you.” I raised the gun to him.