《The Jamaican Savage and Ratched Forever Kinda Love》'Truth vs Belief'
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Reign'sPOV
"Mi turn off a rock and get some gas and a beer ova Johnsons.... so when mi a pull outta di gas station now, a Jade that mi see a flag mi dungll..."
"How convenient eeeh?" She interrupted.
"C mek mi finish nuh man! Cho!"
She raised her brows and pressed her lips and so, I continued.
"She a run a come so mi seh alright mi ago give har a ride.... So when mi reach the stoplight mi call di man dem and ask weh mi fi fawud and dem seh Osaka.... so since she did already inna the vehicle mi ask har weh she a go so mi can drop har off cause mi know it hard fi get drive out deh so ... and thats when she said she was going the same place."
Casidy laughed and asked, "Okay, so yuh finish explain?"
"No... relax nuh man... Ayways when mi deh a di place, she just itch up under mi like mi and har inna supm. But a so she stay and always waan inna di spotlight so mi get mad now and seh mi a cut... Den next thing mi know, a you dat a charge like any bull and yuh pregnant C..." I shook my head.
"Mi naa believe that sob story , yuh know why? Cause mi know yuh and if yuh and har neva inna nutten and yuh feel away bout it, yuh woulda surely tell har straight up, cause yuh naave no filta... and second of all, mi see har a snap inna yuh jeep and a snap wid har a bubble pon yuh.... and guess how to nuh? She sent the snaps to my phone herself. So obviously she was proving her point!"
'Dat Bloodclaat gyal deh wa name Jade essi!'
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"C yuh no know seh Jade a mad gyal already... and yuh supposed to know seh dem only ago do dat fi get to yuh Casidy!"
"Well mission accomplished. Dem get to mi and sake a unu, mi loose mi fucking pickney!" She started to cry once more.
Casidy's POV
The hurt I felt, only Heaven knows. My heart was shattered to pieces, not only for Reign. But for the unborn child I grew so much to want. A lot may not understand how it hit so hard when it was only the first trimester, but this child was an extension of me. An extention of us, someone Charity wad looking forward to meet, to love, to play with, to protect.
'And now he or she is gone!'
"C I'm sorry... mi neva know all of tfat happened! A swear to God mi go deal wid it, mi just waan yuh know dat!"
His innocent act was getting the best of me.
"Reign yuh neva know shit!" I shouted. "God know mi just..... uuuuggghhh! Just leave me alone... yuh hear that! Leave me the fuck alone. Wi done! There's no fucking coming back from this! I hate that I let you in! I hate that I became do fucking vulnerable to you... a fucking player .... that I knew from the beginning, yet still force mi fucking self up inna yuh! I hate that I love you and hate that we forced it this far!"
"Force it? C it betta yuh shut up, cause yuh a chat shit now," he hissed his teeth. " Bout force!"
"Yes! Force!" I repeated. "Mi shoulda neva mek it reach this far!"
"Ooooookkkkaaaay! Mi get yuh miss Casidy Brown. ... yuh know wa ??? Mi just ago avoid yuh!" He said straightening himself up and gripping the steering wheel.
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"Yes, dat yuh fi do!" My inner Goddess tried to jump ship but it was way too late. And the instant regret sink in.
We didn't say anything to each other the remaining journey back home.
'Well ano fi yuh yard again miss, yuh done fuck it up already!' My subconsciousness annoyingly reminded me. 'Seh di man place!'
And somehow she was right. After we pulled up in the garage, He climbed out and slammed the jeep door.
'SLAM!'
I took some minutes to gather my thoughts and a few more to help myself down from the vehicle.
He sat on the sofa facing the door, literally on his toes. His face was so blank as he sat, But I knew some horrible thoughts were wrestling in his head.
His legs kotch the edge of the sofa, wide open and with his back bent and each of his elbows resting on one of his knees. His muscular hands, with veins shown like rivers on a map, joint and held his shirt which cushioned his chin.
The moment I cleared the entrance, he sprung up and walk out, slamming the front door and went back to his jeep, I assume.
I was too weak to climb the stairs and I was surely not gonna wake Mummy. So I scampered my way over to the long sofa and reach for the blanket that was folded and kept under the center table.
In no time the painkillers kicked in and I was fast asleep.
As his trigger finger tightened his grip, the bullet echoed and rung my ears as I watched his lifeless body fall to the ground.
"No, no, no! Reign!" I jumped up, reaching for him with my hands.
As my eyes forced opened I realized it was only a dream.
'Thank God!' I deflated my lungs.
"Yuh miss him by bout half hour... him supposed to reach Airport ya now!" Mummy walked over holding a glass of ahighly pigmented red drink, beetroot no doubt.
'Neva see supm sick mi stomach so yet!'
"AIRPORT!" I exclaimed.
"I..... calm dung.... Yessss!!! Airport!" She continued. "Seh him have some emergency outta di clearing house and dem need him there fi sort it out... well yuh know how dem ting deh go! Come, drink up.... and its not about taste. Its about getting yuh blood count up, suh wol dis!"
'Emergency my ass... I pushed him away!'
I reached for the glass and stared into empty space. 'An ask if tye tears nuh waan gush dung pon mi!' But I held them back because I really didn't want Mummy getting any lore involved than now she already is right now.
I looked around for my phone and saw that it was plugged in and rested on the traveling bag that Mummy had packed for me.
'He must've brought it in, because I left them in the van... Ohhh Casidy... how yuh ago fix dissa one ya now?'
There wasn't even a text or missed call from Him.
'CASIDY BROWN... YOU'VE FUCK IT ALL UP!'
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HELLO MY LOVELIES!
HAPPY PARENT MONTH TO ALL THE HARDWORKING AND LOVING PARENTS OUT THERE!
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👀 👀 👀
🎙🎤 MISS CASIDY BROWN, PLEASE REPORT TO THE 'WATTPAD DETENTION CENTER' PLEASE!!!!
AHHHH BWOII!
WHO HERE HAS HAD A MISCARRIAGE? SHARE YOUR STORY WITH US 🤗🤧🤗
WA UNU THINK PEOPLE? IS THIS SOMETHING THEY CAN MOVE PAST AND START OVER TOGETHER?
OR
ARE THEY GONNA HAVE TO JUST MOVE ON AND GO THEIR SEPARATE WAYS?
MI EAGER FI KNOW!
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