The Fall Of A Black Teen || A Jamaican Novel

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                                           The Fall of a Black Teen
                                                   

"What's up?" His now unfamiliar voice sounds. I don't know what came over me but it's nothing good,  I feel betrayed but I have no right to.  It feels  as if the wind is suffocating me.  I pulled my hand from his not so tightly grasp and hold Kashief better,  his eyes glance down at the bundle of joy I have in my hands.  His face lit up and he smiles.

"Can I hold him?" A glint of hope sounding in his voice and his boyish features brightens but what he doesn't know is that I'm about to crumple it.

I took a good look at him,  his bright brown complexion is pale like sun burnt him a lot, his hair grown longer and small stubble appearing on his face.  Dark bags are visible under his eyes. My heart somehow aches for him,  just the sight of him makes me want to hug him,  but again I can't. 

I have to do what I'm about to do and say what I mean. "No" I breathe out forcing myself to look him in his eyes.

His demeanor changing quickly.  His once straight posture slumped as if someone punched him in the stomach. 
Oh yea,  me.

I turn and walk away wondering where the hell was he.  Just then I realized he did it again, he disappeared out of my life and came back like nothings wrong and he did it again. 

He walked away.

I round the corner to my house feeling somewhat happy to be home and for my mother to take over from me with the baby. 

Truth be told I'm tired and sleepy and I have work tomorrow,  I'm drained already.

I flop down on one of the plastic chairs and place the bags to the floor. Kashief was getting grumpy so I decided to breast fed him after this long while. I place my nipple in his mouth and he stopped wiggling.

"Mom, I'm back!" I shouted, she's probably laying down or something.  Not long after my mother came out in only a shorts and bra on,  I shake my head at the sight.

"Hey munchkin, you're back. What did the doctors do to you huh?" She speaks in a childish voice while pulling Kashief from my breast. She glears at me and I roll my eyes.

What, can't I breast feed him anymore?
I pull my top from my body and rest it on my bags leaving me in my purple bra. Right on time, Roger came in, anger seethe through me. I'm seeing red, black and orange. What does color has to do with this right now?

"What'd you want?" I roard, my voice not very welcoming.

"We both know that,  Kathy," he replied unfazed by me. His composure cool.

"No,  I don't know" I got up and put the bags on the small bed that's in the front room., more than flung them in there.

"Well clearly, we're both the same thing, we share a child and you know the rest is history" he smirked at me. Um, Roger just smirked. I don't know him as a smirker. 

His smirking just put fuel to my anger and now I'm blazing.  "We may have a child together but we," I motion between him and I furiously with my hands,  "are never the same,  Roger. We'll never be and my child will never be the prick you are. You are a disappointment to man kind, a disappointment to my son". I breathe out with last breath I had to keep me for the day. I gleard at him with tensed eyes and he just steers back at me, a glint in his eyes. I'm pissed.

"Are you finished?," he stated calmly,  "because I'm sure that child is mine, Kathy. I have every right to have a claim on that child, unless-" just as he was about to say something my mother came out, this time fully clothed.