Incognito Book 2

71- Pain

JAYDA'S POV

He drags the covers from over my head. I groan in response, just wanting to be left alone to wallow in my sorrows.

"Jay get up and go bathe." He instructs.

He starts pulling all the blackout curtains open letting light in the dark bedroom.

I use my hands to cover my eyes which are burning from the sudden bright light.

"Yuh cyan just leave me alone please Caleb?" I pull the blanket back over my head. Getting ready to go back to sleep.

He comes over and removes the blanket again. This time throwing it on the floor so it's out of my reach. "Get up and go bathe." He slaps my leg while he repeats his earlier words.

"A wah? yuh smell me?" My tone is a bit curt.

Yes girl yuh rancid. Grieving nuh mean not bathing.

"Babe I understand what you're going through but get up and go shower." He says.

"How do you understand what I'm going through Caleb?"

He rubs his hand down his face "Jay- me nuh mean so but today is your mom's funeral you have to get ready for us to go."

I'm not ready.

You'll never fully be.

"Cancel the funeral." I mumble.

He shakes his head "That is not an option baby."

He places several kisses on my forehead, my eyelids and lastly my cheeks. "Let's just face this babe. I know it's hard but this is the last time you'll see your mom and tell her goodbye."

I can't even cry anymore. I'm all cried out.

And you love bawl so that must be very serious.

He drags me by my legs to the edge of the bed then starts stripping me. I just lay limp while he pulls his underpants that I'm wearing off me.

He puts me in a sitting position and pulls the shirt over my head.

I'm like a rag doll or a puppet either way it feels like I'm not in control of my limbs. My arms and legs feel like spaghetti.

"Need me fi bathe yuh too?" His voice pulls me from being stuck in my own head.

I clear my throat "No I can bathe myself."

I get up from the bed giving my legs a few minutes to restore my blood flow.

My head feels a little woozy, that's expected though since all I've been doing is crying and sleeping.

I haven't even been eating much. I only eat when Caleb forces me to eat. I drink a lot of tea though.

Caleb trails behind me into the restroom. He hasn't allowed me out of his sight at all these past few days.

He's even been working from home. If he's going on the road his mother or sister comes over to keep an eye on me.

It's almost like he put me on suicide watch.