The Fall Of A Black Teen || A Jamaican Novel

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                                    The Fall of a Black Teen

It's a week now, and there's no call, no email, no nothing. Now I'm regeting my decision of choosing one place, I should've chose more places. Why did she gave me the hope that she'd call me in three days as she stated? Business places, this is what they does, gives you a sweet tooth then rips it out when you're sleeping.

I'm on my verandah with kashief, breastfeeding him because he doesn't want the bottle at this point, he's still sick so he's sucking while looking me in the eyes. His bright pools stare deep into my dark brown ones as if he's studying me. I examin him and see some small red spots on his face, I trace my fingers over them and they feel lumpy. I then realize I didn't use the mesh last night.

Poor baby.

"Kathy, the phone" I hear my mom say. I'm surprise, I'm not expecting a call. I never did.

I sigh not wanting to leave my safe haven which is the chair and the baby is about to fall asleep. "Mom, bring it. I'm feeding the baby." I say in a hush tone.

Couple seconds after she walts out with my phone. "Keep it close, they probably call back." she lowers her voice when she sees that the baby is sleeping.

I can't remember the last time I got an important phone call, it's weird. Strange even.

The ringtone from my phone cause Kashief to open his eyes. "Hello good afternoon, who's this I'm speaking with," I have to be polite because it could be an important phone call.

"This is Ms. Wallace, from furniture and appliances," I can hear her skipping through papers. See it's important, my adreline is pumping, I'm so elated right now, "sorry for the inconvenience on the call, we've been having some problems with the line. So can you come in Tuesday morning at 8:30 am, Ms. Stephens?" She ask politely waiting for the best answer.

"I'll be there on time Ms. Thank you for contacting me." I cheer and hang up.

I've never been this happy since the week starts. I almost jump from my seat to tell mom but the weight in my hand stops me. I get up slowly and Kashief stretches then cuddle back afterward.

The sun is out full and the beautiful blue sky stretch as the fluffy white clouds slides across. I'm in a pretty good mood. After I put my son to bed, I let mom knows where I'll be, that I wont be far. It's Wednesday and Kash will be three months in a couple of days also it's his clinic day. I'm so excited that he's growing healthy, if it wasn't for mom, I don't I don't know where we would've been.

Roger comes by and I allowed him with the baby, he paid his dues, so why not let him have him. I didn't want to hand him over due to him having the fever but mom says it's alright. He took him to his parents house, they love him so much, he has a resemblance of the both of us. He takes my nose and lips while he sports his father's face and eye shape. I don't know where his eye color comes from, but I think it's unique. It's amber.

I round the corner to my once usual spot, people are there smoking, drinking, gambling and playing music. I'm a bit surprise tho, these people doesn't change a bit. There's an open land with a lot of bushes and fruit trees, a blue and white revival church is beside it, its fence with old zinc and boards but an actual gate is at the front.

On the other side, there's houses with alot of fencing trees and again, old zinc help with the fencing. Little grass starts to grow but they won't weed it out until it looks really bad. The road isn't pave, it's rocky but clean with a dried up trench.

I take a seat beside one of them that's drinking. "What are you doing out here?" He slurps, she leans over to get more comfortable I guess.

"She miss us, ain't nobody can go long without our company." Another one buts in. I do miss them, but when I found out how bad drinking and smoking is bad to our health especially the baby. Second hand smoking is worst than the actual smoking.