Write About Me

Chapter Twenty-Nine: New Chapter(s)

June 24th, 2011 - Bridgetown, Barbados

Phabiola Fenty.

"I like what you did with your hair baby." Chris complimented, walking into his room.

I inhaled more of the intoxicating fumes from my blunt, smiling at him. Still not merely as toxic as him. I parted my hair down the middle so that it appeared as if I didn't shave my head. In nothing but my yellow bikini and a body chain, I commenced with smoking the blunt. We were readying ourselves to head over to the beach since everyone else is gone. My family went out doing their own endeavors, some even at work. Leaving Chris and I to ourselves. The fact that he's alive is still difficult to grasp it's concept. But, over these past few weeks he's been a firm man of his word. Acquiring me to fall into a deeper infatuation with him by the second. I still feel like sixteen year old Phabiola who just discovered she does want to kiss her best friend. The pull this man has on my heart is completely ridiculous. The manner he does the little things go long ways. I feel like I'm on an eternal high and there's still more of a trip I have yet to relish in. Just when I conclude to things not having the ability get any better than they already are, he comes around and disproves my notion.

I thanked him as he gawked at me. The style of which he ogles at me sends chilling jolts swirling down my spine and a warming sensational feeling throughout my heart.

I am aware of him being in love with me not by him proclaiming so every second, it's for the reasoning of how he utilized those seconds showing so.

"Can I hit?" Chris questioned politely.

I lend him the blunt, taking hold of my own belongings to carry with to the beach.

Slipping on my sandals, I knew that going to the beach would also give me a fresh sense of mind. It'll allow me to free my mind, completely let my guard down, and hopefully receive new ideas as I am an aspiring author. Maybe even a new found understanding of things. I learn something new just about everyday, being at the beach lets me feel at ease; meditate on the good things. The bad, too. But, it makes it so the waves wash away my weariness.

Sashaying down the staircase, I felt Chris warming presence behind me. All the more consuming me into another level of high. Nothing could ever be as good as this blissful feeling.

Effortlessly, I strode towards the front door.

"You have your keys?"

"Of course baby, wouldn't leave without them." His gravely voice spoke.

Unlocking the door, destined on leaving this place.

To my surprise, someone stood in the way.

My pupils scrutinized the being standing before me. Skin, olive, almost fair even. He was most certainly taller than me. The face of this person, was almost a mirror reflection of myself just a bit older. Orbs, just as hazel green as mine.

It was no mystery, this stranger was indeed my biological father.

"May I help you?" I questioned with a quizzical expression on my face.

I wasn't going to give this fucking idiot the liberty of having knowledge that I knew exactly who the fuck he is.

"Phabi-"

"Who the fuck are you?" Chris' voice dropped an octave spitting a tone of attitude.

Lord give me strength.

"May I come in?" He questioned, giving me full attention.

"No, you can't. Who the fuck are you? Gon' somewhere with that "mother may I" shit nigga." Chris retorted from behind me with venom in his tongue.