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“All mi do is beg yuh a money and you a diss me. Yuh think ya go diss me?!” He pushes my mom again and she pushes him back and they start fighting. Embarrassing.
My body starts getting heated as tears flow down my cheeks. Everything a
happen so fast. Mama and Sash are arguing while my parents are having world war three and I can’t do anything but cry. Mi feel numb and mi cya move.
Flashback
“Stop chat up with deh man deh!” Daddy yells and I get up, walking towards their room.
“Henry a mi boss how mi fi stop talk to him?” Mommy’s voice soft.
“Mi nuh like how him a look pon yuh!”
“Henry you cya stop the man from look all you need fi know is that I love you and Zara and I’m gonna stay loyal to my family,” my mother sobs.
“Gwan chat... mi say fi stop deal with him. Matter of fact delete him number!”
“Mi cya do that, a lose mi a go lose mi job!” her voice is shaking.
I push the door and find my mother staring up at my father with fearful eyes while my father towers over her short figure. “Weh mi say mi nuh care if yuh wah lose yuh job!” his voice roaring through the house.
“Henry,” mommy begs.
“Why you nuh just let it g–” he cuts her off when he hits her in her head.
She instinctively blocks his blows with her hand on her head. I cry as I watch them. “Stop daddy!” I cry and he looks at me.
“Gwan a yuh room, NOW!” he shouts and I scurry to my room with tears flowing down my cheeks unendingly.
Present
This time I’m not gonna run from this. I try to pull my father away from my mother and he turns on me. The first fist he gives me cause me to stumble. He fists me again and again.
“No mon!” Sash shouts and runs to my room calling Nickoi.
And just as I expected he comes out and holds my mother. She wraps her arms around him as she sobs. It breaks my heart.
“So all har mother yuh come fi take over too!?” He starts.
Oh shut up Henry. “Yuh need fi bill!” Nickoi’s voice echoes as he comforts mommy.
“Yuh good?” he inquires with his eyes on her.
“Yes a just Zara him fist,” mommy tells him.
Sash comes out with a cloth wiping my mouth and Nickoi’s emotionless eyes find me, jaw clenched and the image of that night in Perry’s carrevisits me. My gaze drops to his hands and they’re formed in a fist. Ah bwoy.
“Wah mi did tell yuh say if yuh put back yuh hand pon har?” he asks Henry.
Henry steps back. “A woman yuh have strength fa punk?!” Nickoi’s voice
frigid.
He walks up to Henry and punch him so hard he falls to the ground. He doesn’t wait for him to get up he starts giving him uppercuts until Henry manages to get out of his grip; then the fight starts. To my surprise daddy is struggling miserably. For someone who is always winning fights in the streets.
“Stop!” I scream. I don’t like this. Anything can happen in a fight especially a fight in a kitchen.
Nickoi is throwing punches violently as daddy gets one and two hits off him. I gasp when Nickoi slams him in the fridge and starts choking the life out of him. Out of nowhere my father falls and kicks Nickoi while he’s on the ground. Nickoi grabs his collar and pull him back up and punch him mercilessly in his face and he stumbles again. Nickoi gives him another fist. And another.. And another then he staggers to the counter.
