Jamaica

Chapter Forty Two

Hi, there 👀👋🏾 I've made an update and I know its been so long since I last updated that you may have forgotten the story.
So before this chapter, Dimitri and Jamaica had just found out they were pregnant literally a couple of days before Dimitri finally achieves what he thinks is his purpose, which is to be king. But shit goes wrong when he has one of his 'attacks' in the middle of the ceremony and ends up being condemned and arrested before then going missing. Meanwhile, Jamaica has been waiting around for him to show up but two months later when she still has no leads apart from a video of Dimitri's coronation shit show. So she takes up Agnes' offer to meet up and try find Dimitri together. This chapter starts from the car ride after their less than pleasant meeting.
Feel free to read chapter forty one again.
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I sat in the back seat of the car as Richard drove us back to the cabin, there was a lump weighing my throat down as I glared through the tinted windows. Agnes had made it seem like she was my only hope when it came to finding Dimitri, and a tiny part of me - which had already succumbed to the fingers of desperation as they tightened around my neck, like a noose, digging their dirty fingernails into my skin - believed her.
The lump in my throat felt heavier, the chokehold tighter. My vision blurred and a garbled sound escaped my lips.
Amber... She could help me... Right? She was still a witch even though she did not practice magic anymore. Right?
Hot tears burnt my cheeks when they escaped my tired eyes and fell to my lap. Agnes was not my only hope. I did not need her.
Colleen sorrowfully glanced back at me from the passenger seat and her hand reached for mine. My shaky hand met hers.
Comfort. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't Dimitri so it would never be enough. I needed Dimitri. Another strained, garbled sound tore it's way out of me and Colleen held on tighter. Perhaps she had sensed that if she did not, I may have lost myself in the fear, the depression, the frustration, the pain...
"We'll figure this out." She reassured as she hold on, grounding me to some form of sanity. Her tone of voice was firm and solid, it did not break and wobble like mine; like a mother to her child. How could she possibly sound so sure when the odds were stacking up against us?
I wiped some of my tears away with my palm and wished I could cling to her hand as tightly as she held on to mine but I was not strong like she was. Like Agnes was... Instead, I rubbed my small bump once again, trying to move my hand against myself like Dimitri had over a month ago. I was showing - only slightly, but still showing.
I wondered if Dimitri would notice; if he'd notice how much my body was changing, I mean. Of course he would, nothing ever went past him when it came to reading me, unless he chose to ignore it.
I began to miss his dumb jokes about how often I'd cry. I even missed being angry at him when he fantasised about how big I'd get, that stupid, idiotic grin of his when he teased me about the fact my body was changing because he had made it so. Like it was some kind of ground-breaking achievement on his part. I missed that gleaming look of pride and excitement for the future in his eyes when he looked at me those last couple of days deapite our fight about me not wanting a baby.
It was getting dark now and I had allowed myself to burrow deeper into my depression in search of numbness. I just wanted to not feel like there was a gaping hole in my chest.
"Get off the road, Rich." Colleen said suddenly.
"Why?"
"Just get off the main road." She insisted.
"And drive where? Into the trees?"
"I don't care where, but something isn't right."
"What are you going about?"
"Get off the road, make a U-turn, wherever! We cannot go back to the cabin." Colleen seemed agitated now.
Brought out of my stupor, I looked up and around. Now equally alert as I was terrified. "What's wrong?" I asked, now beginning to worry... as if I wasn't already worried about other things.
"I saw something." Colleen whispered as she peered around us.
"What? What did you see?" I croaked as I sat up and looked out the windows. Again, I kissed my teeth at the pink hue brought on by the sunset.
In the shadows, I saw nothing. "Maybe it was just a dear. This is the safest place we could ever be..." I said, echoing Dimitri's words to me as he sent me away. I couldn't afford anymore negative thoughts at that moment. So much had already happened to us ever since that day I first met Dimitri and feared my life because of him, then he begun to gave me a certain sense of safety that I was sure I wouldn't feel around anyone else. I now begun to rely on the same man I called a monster in order to truly feel safe.
And now he was gone.
I felt so much fear in that moment more than ever that I was going to use denial as my protection. I was going to will good things to happen until they did. The notion that our location may have been compromised was one I was neither going to accept nor entertain. Especially after taking a colossal risk by foolishly agreeing to meet Agnes. She could have sold us out to Dimitri's tyrannical older half brother.
No. I couldn't afford such thoughts. Not when I was relying on the predictably mundane routine way I had been living in that cabin for the past month to bring me back down to earth after the shit show that was my meeting with a maybe/maybe not delusional Agnes.
And so Richard drove ahead until we reached our dwelling. It was still hidden by trees and bushes, nothing unusual. We left the car, unlocked the house and began to settle down for the night. All of us except Colleen.
She was evidently in defence mode.
We sat around the wooden dinner table without speaking for a while, neither one of us actually eating the food on our plates. We simply pushed and shoved it around with the tips of our forks. The high pitched sound of metal scraping against ceramics inside the house became one with the sound of the crickets and the night outside.
My breasts were sore and I was craving chocolate cake again. I sighed and looked down at the fish Richard worked hard to catch and colleen prepared carefully from a sincere place of affection.
"Still have a bad feeling, Colleen?" Richard asked, now putting aside his plate.
"I don't sense an unusual presence anymore so I guess not." She mumbled. I could tell she was still on edge. She just didn't want to scare me in case she was wrong. Oh, but I already was scared. I was almost always afraid ever since we moved here. It was easier to live in a cloud of denial than to have to brace oneself for the more painful, more terrifying developments reality threw at nearly every turn.
"I'm going to lie down. I have a headache." I declared as I stood up to put my leftovers in the fridge.
"I'll come stay with you in a bit." Colleen replied almost authoritatively - like she was coming whether I liked it or not.
I went to my bed and prayed for sleep to come like the true escapist I was. Sleep didn't come, I was too damn stressed to even sleep. Turning to face the window, I thought about my situation. Was this really how I was going to handle it? Crying myself to sleep and reminding myself how much I rely on Dimitri? It sure didn't feel okay. It felt like I was a damsel in distress waiting for another damsel in distress to save me.
And as much as I hated her, Agnes was the only lead I had. I couldn't afford to ignore her... but it was such a risk.
"Co-" I began to call but was stopped in the middle of my utterance by a hulking silhouette outside my window. The figure had its palms pressed against the glass and I could see its heavy breathing through the thin material of my curtain. It appeared to me that the dark figure grew bigger in size with every sharp inhalation of air but I knew it was all in my head. I wasn't sure if the low, threatening animalistic growls I heard were real or in my head too.
How had the motion sensors not detected this? The cameras? Not a single one?
It began to tap on the glass; gently at first and then gradually more and aggressively. Maniacally. An index finger colliding with glass over and over again, louder and louder. It seemed as though, with enough persistence, this thing could even manage to break the window.
I slowly stood up and crept away towards the door, heart thundering wildly. No way in hell was I going to stick around and try investigate that shit myself.
"Colleen." I whispered as calmly as I could manage. "There's someone at my window."
She seemed to be one step ahead of me as she already had her gun in hand, silver bullets specially coated in wolf's bane already loaded.
"Go to the basement and lock yourself in." She said as she thrust the cold handles of both a dagger and a gun into my warm palms. "Use them. Don't hesitate like last time we tried. Its for real this time, do you understand?"
"Yes." I said. My body trembled as I gripped my weapons tighter and practically jumped down the hatchet in the floor boards that Colleen had opened for me. Climbing down the ladder, I looked on as Colleen shut the hatchet in what was now the roof, moved the ladder from where it had been positioned and the looked behind me at the only other exit; a heavy, heavy steel door with a keypad on it. Dred filled my heart.
Colleen and Richard had been working on making the basement habitable for extended periods of time ever since before we moved in. It became more like a top security underground bunker and possible death chamber than a basement; reinforced steel walls, vents the roof that could spray jets of vervain and wolf's bane controlled by a botton on a tiny remote I shoved into my pocket, a month's worth of canned foods, batteries, water, screens with surveillance footage on them stuck to the wall... I was becoming claustrophobic.
I watched the TV as Richard fought against this creature in the darkness of the night outside. Never had I ever seen such determination; the giant figure faught like it was possessed. Richard could barely keep up. This caused my heart to sink. Even though I could barely see anything, I just knew that whatever that thing was - whoever it was - it wasn't leaving this place without a fight. It was coming for me and nothing was going to stop it. Not even several whimsical stab wounds to the ribs and thighs. After what felt like forever of watching shadows pound and push and shove and struggle against each other, Richard was thrown away into a bush. Literally thrown. He lay there, now illuminated by a light that only went on when something moved under it. He was limp, bloodied and unconscious but still looked alive.
I gasped and gripped my gun tighter when the figure appeared on the camera that recorded the main entrance. Long, not quite blonde hair stuck to his neck, it looked even more bizarre now that he was in the light and his pale, almost grey skin glistened under the dim light from sweat and blood and brown mud. Clothed only in tattered pair of black jeans and no shoes, it was a truly monstrous sight to witness, for behind it was a trail of blood - its own blood - and yet it continued to limp and stagger ahead and begun to shove its body against the door shoulder first over and over and over again until the door's hinges gave.
It was coming. The level of persistence shook me to the core as I heard its grunts and wails though the TV. This creature was a zombie - it moved like one and looked like one so it must have been.
Colleen had been on the other side of the now broken down door trying to prevent him from entering the house but she, like Richard, had ultimately been overpowered. She did, however, put up more of a fight than Richard did. She fought like the intruder was going to have to kill her before getting past her. She fought meticulously and moved quickly against him, dodging most of his powerful blows as well landing a few of her own, but they weren't nearly enough nor was she fast enough. She recieved a heavy blow to the side of the head first with her own gun that the beast had some how stolen from her then with the heavy metal coat hanger. He limped towards her, gun in hand, ready to aim and fire...
But then out of nowhere, I saw an exhausted Richard hurrying to switch off things in the power box outside the the cabin out of the coner of my eye on another camera before all the cameras went black. He had switched off the power everywhere except in this bunker.
I now began to cry and blame Agnes and Dimitri's evil brother for the way my life had turned out. My body sank to the floor as I cried silently. Then I began to blame myself. Would my life have turned out better if I had left Dimitri after his father had set me free? I could have had a nice house, and been able to go to school without hiding in a mansion... but then I would've been empty without him.
Empty. Instead, I had chosen to stay so I was not empty. A piece of him and I was growing inside me every single day. I was pregnant, and now I how could I allow someone, some thing, to take away the last of Dimitri I had left? Over my dead body as well as Dimitri's.
I could hear sounds of the struggle directly above me now; thuds and grunts and curses. I stood up and held the gun in front of me when the noises suddenly ceased. Heavy footsteps above the hatchet followed by loud banging had me ready to shoot but these noises too stopped abruptly.
There was a long silence and then I heard the footsteps again. Had the monster retreated? I couldn't tell just by the silence that followed. It was silent but there was ringing in my ears. Looking back now, I think those were alarm bells. My heart was not calm even even though danger seemed to have been averted. The gun was slippery against my sweaty palms. Was it over?
Beeping. Someone is trying to unlock the keypad. It must be Colleen. But why didn't she knock five times like we had practiced?
Six beeps. Six digits. One long beep and the keypad flashed green. I watched as the handle began to slowly turn, the door pushed open...
And there in the door way was none other than the psychotic zombie. Did he get the password by torturing my bodyguards? Had they betrayed me that easily in exchange for their lives? My finger played with the trigger.
Shoot, Jamaica! But I couldn't. I was frozen and so was the figure standing between me and my path of escape into the dark woods. It was a warm night and I cursed myself for being unable to shoot. I could so easily jump over his body and run, if I did. But damn it, I couldn't! Instead, I looked at the way his weird looking blonde and brunette hair curtained his face when his head hung low. He looked exhausted. My heart began to break.
I closed my eyes tightly, took a deep breath and shot blindly. I wasn't going to let myself pity something that threatened my baby's life. We were not safe until this psycho was dead. And so I pulled the trigger.
But he was already in front of me, on top of me as he tackled me to the ground and caged me with his body. His dirty hair got into my mouth as I began to scream out and writhe and wriggle my wrists from his grasp.
"Stop it, Jay." He whispered, the sound of his voice breaking, the deep emotional turmoil behind it... I finally looked up at my captor's bruised and bloodied face... His eyes... He was barely recognisable but I knew those eyes.
My God, his electric blue eyes.
"Jamaica!?" I vaguely heard Colleen call from outside.
He rolled off of me, pulled my arms around him and began to sob.
Time. Stood. Still.
I couldn't believe it. I was stunned, more than stunned in fact.
"Jamaica!" Colleen called out again before I heard her load her gun.
"We're okay." I said to no one in particular.
He held on tighter and cried harder. "I did everything I could, baby... I'm so tired."
"Shhhh." I cooed. Even though he was dirty as hell, beaten up, swollen and strangly blonde now, he still felt the same, and I loved him him even more for it.
This was no monster... It was just a terrified Dimitri eager to come back.
I could hear Colleen come closer but I couldn't look at her, I wasn't ever going to take my eyes off of the head of poorly dyed blonde hair resting upon my chest. I felt like he would vanish like the first time if I ever did.
"Jesus, Jamaica..."
"Its him... how did you not recognise him?" I whispered in amazement as tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Did you?" She scoffed as she asked whether I had had an easier time identifing him even though she knew I did not. "I can't belive this." She mumbled as she left us on the floor
I laughed and held on to what was left of the pompous, annoying as hell, overconfident but loving and extremely loyal Dimitri. He was alive.

Yesssss!!! I have finally done it, I've updated Jamaica. Idk why I struggled so much with this chapter, damn. But its done and even though there's still a lot of unanswered questions, worry not... I gatchu... its not over yet, homies.
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