Write About Me

Chapter Forty

November 13th, 2011
Hastings, Barbados

Phabiola Fenty.

"Fire!"

I pulled my right index finger back firmly, as my left palm cupped my right fingers. Continuously firing, I didn't stop until ten bullet holes were smoking through the dummy sheet. Taking off my ear guards, I turned to Chris to see him smiling and clapping.

"Good job lil' bit, that aim is almost as good as mine baby. Now if you just," he stood behind me, his chest firmly resting on my back, left hand adjusting my waist against his. He took his left arm and swung it around my left shoulder to guide my right. Removing my left arm from the firearm. He twisted us sideways. "You gotta know how ta' shoot like a g na'mean baby?" He spoke lowly amongst the helix of my ear. "Now, hold your gun like so." He informed me, clasping his right fingers over mine, holding my waist with his left, he aimed straight forward though our bodies were facing away from the gun. "Remember, the gun has resistance. Stand yo' ground and make sure your shoulder's just right so you won't break nothin'. Now, fire." He politely demanded me.

My trigger finger let loose goose off on fire as I kept shooting. My brain coerced me to think the paper dummy was T and I was taking out all my fury, or Gabby and I was snapping back at her for all the years I was silent from her verbally abusive words.

"Woah, woah, baby! Okay, he dead baby, calm down!" Chris soothed me while chuckling slightly. I knew I was getting ahead of myself.

It had been a week. A week since the plan we've been critiquing has been in motion. I've been training everyday since, dawn till dusk. After we leave the gun range, we're going to the boxing gym where I'm up for my seventh lesson with the best fighter I know one on one personally. My significant other. The lanky stature of he may fool others but, it doesn't fool me. Chris can fight. Not just that, I've personally seen him knock someone out cold. With one punch.

"You ready babe?" Chris questioned as I returned the weapons and headgear to their rightful places.

"Always ready when I'm with you.." I admitted.

"As you should be baby, you never know when it comes to me." He smirked.

"I love the spontaneity of things with you..almost as much as I love you."

"And I love you, more than any fragmentation of speech could ever portray." He tapped my nose as we sauntered out the gun range building. "You ready ta' try and beat my ass today baby?" He smirked.

"Is you shadin' me nigga?"

"Isn't it sunny outside?"

"Oh baby, you got jokes? Now I gwan' kick ya' ass!" I replied with laughter.

Something I absolutely and utterly adored about him. The fact to of how he could make any situation seem brighter with a smile, or the sound of his laughter, even a joke. It was merely as if no troubles exist when I was with Chris. Not even our own issues.

"I love you.." He stroked the back of my hand with his thumb as he cruised.

"I love you too, baby." I smiled.