Page 142 of Not My Type
“So the Don a yuh boyfriend?” he asks surprisingly and I look heavenward.
Why? Just nuh mek wah happ’m last time happ’m again.
“What Don?” I ask him. I’m trying to remain calm. I put my food in the microwave and start the timer.
Next thing him shot yuh two more box and Nickoi kill him, my subconscious jokes. She naav no chill.
“The brown youth weh mi see yah Thursday,” he says. I can tell by his tone that he doesn’t like Nickoi. Mi nuh expect him fi like him thou.
“Nickoi?” I raise a brow. Wah him want with him?
“Mhmm a yuh boyfriend?” he asks and I pour out my water and start gulping it down and in no time the cup is empty.
Yuh really did thirsty! Bad.
“Mhm,” I’m barely audible.
He drinks his water and rest his cup down before saying, “Ahhh.” Then he responds sarcastically to what I said earlier. “Oh,” he says resting his cup in the sink.
I nod because I don’t want to have a repeat of that morning. It’s crazy how he’s even talking to me. “Him love yuh,” he says and I look at him but I don’t say anything.
He smirks at me, he’s such a jerk. “You nuh love him?” Where is Henry going with this? I stare at him and the microwave beeps, telling me my food is ready.
Turning around, I take it out and hear him again. Not to sound rude or anything but why mi affi get the worst father in a the world?
“Eeh?” he asks again.
“Chro daddy,” I take out a fork and put it in my plate before I head towards my room. Nah eat nutt’n round no table wid him. What he says makes my body tense.
“Man dem a plan fi kill him enuh so mi hope yuh nuh in love,” he smiles.
My blood pressure rises. How should I feel? Is he lying about this or is it true? I really hope it’s not the latter. We’re living in a time where we have to take it seriously when someone threatens our life or our loved one’s life. Fi real.
“Where you get this from?” I ask, worrying. I don’t even think I want the food anymore.
He chuckles, irritating me. “A road mi always deh pon enuh so mi a guh hear things,” he tells me and I push my bedroom door and walk in. Why him a smile?
“Mek sure yuh nuh in a car with him,” he warns. Him sound like all of this entertaining to him.
I sit in front my food for what feels like an hour overthinking. I can’t even find the appetite to eat my food and I’m hungry. Who would be okay after hearing a news like that? Nobody. I could possibly lose my boyfriend. I wipe my tears. I’ve been crying the moment I locked myself inside. He did tell me he had a lot of enemies but I figured that he’s safe since he has friends to protect him. Fi some reason though mi still cyaa stop miself from worrying. Look how Gina and his friend died and they’re both from his circle. Why dem couldn’t protect them?
Who says it’s a must Nickoi is always gonna be protected?
I continue to overthink because even though all of this is happening, nobody still nuh know a who dweet. What if a the same person weh attack dem? And him seh him a go kill Nickoi cause him never get fi kill him the first time?
What if they’re after Nickoi?
He wouldn’t know who because even Rick said he didn’t see their face. I let out a heavy sigh, wondering if it’s too late to call him. I tried eating my food again and I ended up putting it down. Whenever mi worried mi just cya eat nothing. I take up my phone and notice that it’s 2AM. He’s sleeping.
Well wi a guh wake him up! My subconscious shouts.
I decided to listen my intuition and I dial his number, doubting that he’ll answer. The phone rings out. Just the way how he isn’t responding reminds me of what my father said earlier and it makes my heart hurts. Mi couldn’t manage that. I continue calling him and surprisingly he picks up after a while but his voice is husky.
Wi wake him! My subconscious cheers.
“Zara?” he says. Him probably all sleep on that phone.
“Nickoi..” I start as he raises up.
