Page 127 of Not My Type
Ms. Michelle walks over to us. “Timoy yuh need fi come gwaan a yuh yard. Yuh drink too much and it mek you an act like a fool,” she says to him and he looks down.
He walks over to his car and gets in. Idiot boy. I shake my head and hop in the Benz.
We’ve been driving for two hours and the drive is noisy. The ladies are talking about random stuff while I’m in my head the entire journey.
“Mommy yuh nuh see seh Sash did missing the whole time?” Zara asks.
“She did a talk to wah boy from over the side. A nuh family reunion she come,” Mama chuckles. I hide my laugh. Mi fi a mind mi own business.
It didn’t take long for me to turn on their lane. “Nickoi we’re not coming off at home mi wah go around sister Olive so turn right,” Mama says and I turn and follow her directions. I stop at a yellow and white house.
They thank me and walk over to the house.
Zara looks at me with a look of concern. “Mi know seh you’re not okay..” she sighs. I stay silent.
“I guess I’mma leave you alone until you’re in a good mood again,” she says and I know she’s trying to say I’m sometime-ish. I’m not.
I decide to let it go though because mi have other things fi deal with right now. Mi nuh have the time fi talk with Zara about me being sometime-ish. I move closer to her and she pecks my lips.
“Later or whatever,” she says getting out and I watch her.
“Mami” I say making her blush.
“Bye,” she grins.
I watch as she walks over to the house and I pull off. I connect my phone to the car because I have serious business to deal with right now. I decided to try Talia
again because I’ve been calling her phone without answer since the incident. Seemingly avoiding my calls. Mi know seh a because of the fight mon. I call her once more and it goes to voicemail. Hmph.
After I heard about her attempting to shoot Zara I looked for her and I didn’t find her. I tried calling her and she wouldn’t pick up either. She leaves me with no choice but to check her yard and mi really neva’ wah do that. I call her again and she doesn’t pick up. She’s online on WhatsApp though. I send her a text.
*Answer.*
It’s delivered.
My phone starts ringing and I realize that it’s a call from a private number. I furrow my brows. Mi nuh answer private number enuh. Suppose a Carlos? I press my thumb on the steering wheel and the phone answers. I hear shuffling. I kept quiet driving, waiting for the person to talk. If yuh call mi pon a private number a you first a seh sup’m.
“Yow Nickoi,” I hear Rick say, he’s hardly audible and usually he’s loud. Something off, mi just know it.
“Bro..” he says and his voice breaks. What he says next I wasn’t expecting.
I’m not saying I’d rather if he told me that they came back and vandalized his house or send death threats fi wi. In all honesty, any one ofthose scenarios would’ve had me furious yes, but I’d prefer to hear any of those instead of hearing this news ...
“She nuh make it enuh,” it comes out shaky. I know he’s crying.
People would a seh bad man nuh cry and a only weak man cry but nothing nuh go so. Who say bad man nuh have feelings? We a human too.
I tighten my hands around the steering wheel because I knew that he didn’t have anything good to say. I knew it! There’s nothing in this world that ever make Rick cry, but this is understandable. From we a go high school him deh with Gina plus him get a youth with har. Jah know. I don’t even know what to say. I just want to do some evil shit.
“Mi think she would a pull through enuh bro, but she g-gone Ghee... m-mi cyaa’ even believe this yowww,” he cries and I stare out of space.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
40. DETERMINED
Nickoi
I stare at the wall for what feels like an hour. The wull thing a foolishness. After Rick called me telling me about Gina’s passing, I spoke to him for a while. I was comforting him until his family members linked him so he had to hang up. I got home, showered and ordered a salmon burger and my comfort snack. Pepper shrimp. A lot of them. Now I’m calling Juaqína.
