When Jaida Met Kadeem

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To make things worse when I come home guess who I see? Ramal! That man who's my Dad apparently... 

"You are not serious." I muttered. 

"Look Jaida, let me explain-" 

I interrupted my Auntie, "No one said you couldn't explain." I told her. "I just ain't listening." I kissed my teeth loudly and stormed up the stairs and locked myself into my room. 

Could my life get any worse?

Chapter Seven;

So apparently Ramal had to stay with us kmt. He spent the night at a hotel last night but my Auntie thought it was deep for him to spend the night at the hotel and decided to go back to the original plan of him staying with us for the week. Whether I agreed or not! 

"Please try and get along." Auntie Donna quietly said to me when I came downstairs to the kitchen to get food. If it wasn't for the fact that I was hungry I would've stayed in my room and not have come out. 

"Why is he here?" I asked her in disbelief that this was happening. 

Auntie Donna sat down on the kitchen table and made hand signals indicating me to sit down. I sat down on the chair opposite her reluctantly. 

She sighed heavily. "Your Dad..." 

"Don't call him that," I said through gritted teeth. "A Dad is your parent right? Well he ain't been a parent to me throughout the fourteen years I've been on this earth, so he ain't my Dad. He's just the sperm that took part in my creation." I shrugged. "Nothing more..." 

"Jaida," she said slowly. "I know you're upset, but try seeing it from his perspective..." 

"Stop trying to defend him!" I shouted, banging my fists onto the table, I was getting frustrated. My Auntie pulled back from the table a bit, startled by me hitting the table. 

"I'm trying to tell you something!" she shouted back. 

"Gwarn then," I shrugged my shoulders. 

"Before Ramal and your mother got together, he was with me." She said. 

I was kind of shocked. "Isit?" I asked softly. She paused and I stared back at her blankly. "Is that it?" I demanded. "Is that what you wanted to tell me...?" 

"I got pregnant-" 

I shook my head interrupting her, "But...I swear you were thirteen when I was born?" I asked. 

"Yes...and your mother was sixteen." She said slowly. 

"And he was...sixteen?" I asked her making sure my ages were correct before I came out with the big question.

She lowered her eyes to the table. "Y-yes..." she stuttered. 

"What de rass...?" my voice trailed away I was speechless, I just stared at her my eyes wide open like I was seeing her for the first time...seeing her differently. I shook my head again, "So WHEN exactly did you get pregnant with Ramal's child?" I spat out these last words. 

"A year before you were born," her bottom lips started quivering. "I was young..." 

"Now you're starting to sound like him," I was still shaking my head, slower this time; I was so disappointed and confused! "So you lost your v*rginity when you were twelve...?" 

"I thought I loved him," she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she sniffed. "I gave birth but my mother made me give it up for adoption, I didn't want to...but I was too young and my mum said she wanted us to forget about him..."