A Taste of Sweet Salvation

Ch 5| An Open Window

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An Open Window
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KAMIERA ASHANAY TAYLOR|24 YO

THE NEXT MORNING|8:15 A.M.

My eyes trailed over my figure in the mirror as I buttoned my jeans. I fixed my blouse and picked up my handbag, making sure I wasn't leaving anything behind.

Mi a carry everything wid me because mi nah come back yasso.

Using Rasheed's hairbrush, I brushed down my hair and straightened the white headband. This morning I called to check in on the apartment and the woman said I should come there by 8:45 to 9:30 because she had another viewing in the building.

As I walked out of the house, Rasheed stood up and closed the grill.

"Yuh wah me drive behind yuh or mi fi fawud wid yuh?" He asked me.

"Drive your car. Remember me ago busy afterwards," I reminded him, going through the gate.

Getting in my car, I drove away from the gate and he unlocked his vehicle, getting in. I turned on the AC and sighed contently when the cool air hit my skin. After adjusting my seatbelt, I put in apartment building address in the GPS and drove off.

This morning Taty called me again but I was in no mood to answer. She was blowing up my phone with text apologizing and saying how they didn't want to offend me.

Mi nuh know a weh she a tell me dat fah. She and her man quite alright. No amount'a sorry nah make me forget that.

Exhaling deeply, I kept my eyes on the road and reached for my seatbelt. I pulled it on and heard my phone ringing. When I picked it up, I saw my father's caller ID on the screen. Hissing my teeth, I answered and put the phone on speaker.

"Kam, how are you?" He asked me.

I smiled, slowing down at a red light. "I'm great," I replied, dryly.

"Okay. Have you found a place as yet? A job maybe?" He asked and I glanced down at the phone.

I was quiet until the light changed and I drove off, speeding. "I'll come get my clothes today. You don't need to pretend as if you called to check up on me," I stated.

"You're my daughter. Of course, I called to check up on you," He said, sounding defeated.

"Last I checked I was an orphan. You had no problem telling me to leave your house and I guess it's about time. The way you went about it..." I trailed off and laughed to myself.

"After I collect my things, you won't have a reason to call and pretend like you care. Live what's left of your life with your wife," I told him.

"Kamiera, stop doing that! Yuh always affi make things difficult? It's either black or white?" He snapped and I smiled, keeping my eyes on the road.

Quickly overtaking a seven-seater taxi, I gently shadow the brake to slow down. I dropped the phone on my lap, hissing my teeth as I pressed one hand to my head.

"Kamiera," He said, making me roll my eyes.

"You told me I have one week to find a job and a place. It's been two weeks and I've been out of the house. If I'm being honest, you just think about what works for you. I know you remember when you and your wife told me I shouldn't work and focus on my studies. Remember when me did wah work? But no worries, I'll figure it out." I laughed, bitterly.

"Baby girl, what I did was for you to be independent," He excused.

"So, instead of teaching me to swim you just threw me into the ocean and left me to figure it out myself? I'm sure you know what happens to people who get thrown into the ocean when they never learned how to swim," I said and then hung up.