A Dancehall Story- Book 10 Part 2

Chapter 15 - Balance

Chalkline's POV

"Weh the fuck yah do yah?"

I held her in my clutch until she gave up fighting and relaxed. This woman really escaped from the hospital?

This mad bloodclaat —, Jesus wonder if none a the doctor or nurse dead?

"Sir, mine yuh bruk mi neck and I got released so let me go."

Release?

"Who let you out?"

"A prison me did deh? Garirick, please to let me go."

She wasn't supposed to be under too much stress and that was the only reason why I let her little mad rass go.

"How did you get out Stacy? Yuh know yuh fucking mad fi true... Jesus mi ca bring yuh—"

My mother burst into the room, gun pointed at us. "Is everything ok?"

The fuck? I was confused at first but then it hit me. All a mi locs dem must drop out when dem two yah done with me.

"Mel, yuh take her out?" She dropped her gun and Stacy got off the bed to stand beside her. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"She needs to be home with her children and where she is safe."

"Really now? Me put my wif—"

"I'm not your wife," Stacy interrupted.

"Stacy doah make me — Aye!."

"Calm down Garrick."

"Mel, don't tell me to calm down. Stacy will not stay in this house. Give her two weeks and see if she nuh deh pon the road like a taxi she a run or a boom fence and me haffi guh walk up and down a look fir har — Mel, Jesus have Mercy Mel."

She chuckled. I didn't know what the fuck was so funny. I gave her a warning look, making her draw closer to Mel.

"I promise you Garrick, she will be at home."

Stacy was looking at me and smiling like she won and I swear to God I wanted to just grab her and ring har little hands up behind her.

"Mel, please tell me why you do this?"

"Yuh deaf seh me wah come home to my children?"

It was the quickest I grabbed her, making her scream. "Garrick, let her go."

"You little tormented red rass." I sank my teeth into her neck.

"Mel him a bite me."

Mel hiss teeth," Garrick let her go and it's late the kids are sleeping so I suggest that you both keep it down in here.

"Mi neck a bleed." When she said that I remembered something and let go of her then ran to the bathroom. Her towel that I messed up was still on the floor in a corner. I took it up and threw it up on top of the counter.

When she reached into the bathroom I was standing at the toilet taking a piss.

"Really?" she asked.

"Come shake it fi me." She hissed teeth and left the bathroom. I smile and shook my then I remember that she was really going to fuck up the place.

This was not part of the plan. Stacy was a headache, she doesn't know how to take instructions and just sits still.

Already I could tell that this was going to be a problem and the only solution right now was to take myself away from it all before it kills me.

I went into the closet and put on some clothes and packed a small bag. The way I packed up everything quickly, I wasn't even sure what I was putting in the fucking bag.