Broken - Book Two

Broken Two - 13 (Everyone Is Moving On But Me...)

Broken 13 (Everyone is moving on but me…)

Author’s Note: Sorry for the absence, it is that sense of realising you have no more school work and are officially free (minus work days). I haven’t been having much opportunity to add to my series but now I’m back and the chapters will be flowing.

Makedah

xox

Trey’s Point of View:

“Who are you to Dami?”

“Her boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” I said in shock. Dami in all the years that I had known her had never had a boyfriend. She never showed emotion to any boy because all she wanted from them is what she assumed they all wanted in the first place – sex. I’m sure Dami inside was more than the outside but sometimes the way she acted was like how society makes boys. All they should do is drink, have sex and party whilst girls should have class, be respectable and get in the kitchen. This was all reversed with her but maybe she had turned a new

leaf that I hadn’t known about.

“Yeah, her man – who are you?”

“Trey…her um….”

I had to think about what to say. How could I say to her boyfriend that I had screwed his girlfriend from way back? She wasn’t exactly a friend either considering everything that had happened but in this case, I would settle for that.

“….her friend.”

“Oh alright, she has just gone down to the shops but you can wait in the front room.”

“Alright, thanks.”

I walked into Dami’s home which hadn’t changed a single bit apart from the fact that she know had a step mother and step bro. Due to that addition to her family, the home was sprinkled with photos from both of the families and of course a cheesy photo of them all together. Those photos always amaze me because although there are fake smiles and warm embraces, the people behind those are fake. The reality of who they are inside and out can’t be told by a photo as it masks it to the outside world that doesn’t know any different.

I knew where the living room was so I opened the door to be welcomed by silence and the typical brown furniture living room. I sat dead centre in the middle of the brown sofa which was still covered in its plastic covering that is came in. Shane followed me in and sat down on one of the separate two seater sofas.

“You’ve fucked her, haven’t you?”

“What?”

“You heard me.” I did but I thought it was worth pretending to lie to see if I could get out of it.

“Yeah – how’d you know?”

“She told me about you.”

“Oh.”

I didn’t know about how much depth she had told him about me. I don’t even know whether she had told the truth or not: all I did want to know is where she was and how long she would be before returning so she could say what she had to say and I could leave.

“So you dated Khayla and had a yout init.”

“My daughter Leah yeah.”

“You still with Khayla then?”

“No, we split.”

“That’s a shame still, Dami was telling me about how much you two as a couple suited.”

“We did but sometimes that’s not enough.”

Khayla’s Point of View:

“It’s okay to still love him.”

“I always will, we have Leah.”

“Khayla, stop using Leah as an excuse. Yes, you will have love for him because he gave you Leah and that type of love won’t change however you don’t need to be in love with him still. At some point, he will move on and you are going to have deal at some point with that possibility.”

“What if I don’t want too?”

“You can’t run around blind forever. Wake up and smell the coffee. Are you really going to wait for Trey forever?”

“What choice do I have? Men don’t want baggage.”

I said baggage as though I was ashamed of Leah. I wasn’t. I never will be ashamed of having a daughter but when you have children young, a reality is that most doors close for you whereas only a few open. Ethan sat on the opposite sofa in shock horror at the bluntness of what I just said. I could tell he was collecting his thoughts and trying to place a sentence together to counteract what I had just said.

“Leah isn’t baggage.”

“That’s what other people see her as.”

With this, I got up and went to Leah as the baby monitor was showing her trying to get out of her crib.

Ethan’s Point of View:

(Ye yo shawn storm before you caaan dem jus warn dem...hear

mi a seh nuh (you cya bad me up).

..hear mea ah seh nuh(you cya rough me up). – Vybz Kartel – Touch a Button Nuh)

Mum Calling:

“Hello?”

“Kion is calling for you.”

“I’m just next door.”

“Should I let him walk in then?”

“Yeah, let me open the front door.” I said getting up to go to the front door to open it for my son.

I hung up and opened the door to see my mum placing Kion down on his feet so that he could walk to me back into Khayla’s home.

“Come Kion.”

“Dada!”

He practically ran over to me when he heard my voice and leaped up to which I caught him. I winked at my mum to which she kissed her teeth playfully because Kion didn’t do that with her.

He was very much a daddy’s boy but when his mother was still here, it was as though he was her shadow. He was everywhere she was. Sometimes I reminisce about those days but I don’t dwell for too long. I guess this is why I relate to Khayla quite a lot. I’ve been though the feelings and emotions that you feel when someone has split up from you and may not come back. I hate seeing it being played out in someone else’s life because it’s like reliving mine. The only difference with mine was that she died shortly after.