Page 10 of Not My Type
“Murda!” Gavin cackles. I’m laughing too, but silently. Sash leans on Gavin who’s in the middle of a laughing fit.
“And the wig want likkle sheen enuh,” she adds. My head snaps to the front. Mr. Perry is chuckling to himself.
“Dem don’t know how to behave enuh, dem fi stay home mon,” I joke. He laughs this time.
“You can’t have dull moments around them.”
“Never,” I smile and avert my eyes to the window again. Then suddenly...Ra-tat-tat!
“A gun shot that enuh!” Sash screams ear shatteringly.
We duck in the car. Mr. Perry floors the gas pedal, our bodies sway from side to side as he overtakes every single car in his lane. I’m so nervous— I can’t stop looking behind me. The more he speeds with us, the more I realize the danger we’re really in.
“Please God,” I whimper. Bright lights from what looks like a Range Rover is beaming inside, illuminating the dark car. “Oh God...” I let out when I hear the crack of more gun shots. They’ve switched from the rifles it seems, to something much more... powerful? It makes me shud—
Brrrrrt!
We jolt forward violently, screaming as we do. The cars are bumper to bumper. It slams in us again as I hear the machine gun going off incessantly.Brrrrrt! Brrrrrt!
Mi heart a fail meee!
“Just keep your head down!” Gavin shouts pushing me down. They continue to shoot after us. I close my eyes. Praying because only God can help us in this moment.
“Lord a wah this mon,” Mr. Perry sighs when they shoot at his tires. The car comes to a halt and the poor old man starts shivering, even I am too. I screw my eyes shut. Their footsteps are approaching.
“Wi dead now,” Gavin whispers, and for some reason I believe him. I flutter my eyes open again. One of them are now at Mr. Perry’s door with the gun pointing directly at his head. Tears starts rolling down my cheeks. Mr. Perry has his hands in the air as he cries pitifully.
“Mi a beg you please, please nuh kill me.” The gunman pushes his head with the gun aggressively and I flinch. Him nav no heart? I’m trying to avoid his face as my heart thumps against my chest. Slowly I cover my mouth with my teary eyes fixed on Mr. Perry’s bald head. They’re dressed in black pullovers and their balaclavas are down. Dem definitely a kill us. Oh, father in heaven...
“Perry,” the guy growls, his skin like rich caramel. I can see him a little in my peripheral vision.
“I-I didn’t do anything, I’m just on a charter trip with some p-passengers,” Mr. Perry cries.
“Weh Trevor deh?” he snarls, cutting to the chase. He doesn’t care about what the poor man has to say.
“I don’t know,” Mr. Perry chokes out.
He pushes the gun closer to his head. “Mi seh, weh Trevor deh?” his voice laced with venom. Oh God, just tell him nuh.
“I-I left him at home but I don’t know where he is-” he interrupts him.
“Trevor run weh wid mi money enuh,” he harshly says with his finger tapping on the trigger. I let out a soft whimper. He looks at me. I gulp.Jesus a wah you go do now Zara?
His eyes hold no emotion—frigid and blank. No one has ever glared at me like this. It’s so intense. My fingers are twitching. No mon, a you have him money? My subconscious asks.
Why him a stare at you so?
I stare back, trembling. “Stop look,” Gavin whispers.
“Come out a the car,” he says firmly, his cold eyes glued to my fearful ones.
“Don’t move,” Gavin whispers. The gunman walks away.
“Just don’t say anything and make dem hurt yuh, make we see wah him want from her,” Sash mutters to Gavin and he nods.
The door opens and a stout man with long plaits hoists me out of the vehicle. My legs are jelly. Then he comes in front of me, towering over my small frame. I step back to look up at this man, his eyes, the only visible feature beneath the ski mask. As if mi never done see him.
“Why yaw pree me? A you know weh Trevor deh?” he has the deepest voice. I shake my head.
