Page 222 of Not My Type
“Karlisa,” I simply say. “Wah yuh want?”
“Just wanted to talk to you about a shooting that happened in Portmore and you were there,” she narrows her eyes. Mi nuh know if she think she a intimidate me enuh.
“You were there with your friend when a bus load of men attacked you and your friend,” she smiles at me. She a try hard eeeh.
“And they didn’t get to hurt you or your friend but they did manage to kill his girlfriend... right?” She asks. I ignore her.
Like yuh affi go call yuh lawyer Nickoi.
“What I’m trying to say is that you probably saw who did it and knowing you, you’re going to clap back and attack them. The men who died were apart of Carlos’ gang and he’s missing too along with his securities and his son around the same time. So I want to know if there is anything you would like to tell me as it relates to this?”
I stare at her.
“Nickoi stop playing smart with me,” she smiles. I don’t say anything.
“You don’t know anything about this?” she presses. I finally say something.
“Mi a go call mi lawyer.”
“Nickoi all you need t—” I interrupt her.
“Mi go wah yuh leave,” I say dismissing her and she stares at me. “Now.”
Her eyes back on Zara, then it falls to my pants. “Always have a new ooman... I mean, it’s addic...tin’. I get it,” I stay quiet. She walks backwards, with a teasing stare and mouths. “I miss it.” She gets in the Jeep and pulls off.
When I get back in my car, I park in the garage and Zara stares at me quietly but doesn’t say anything. Just a member seh she a try give me space but the look on her face tells me that she’s worried and upset at the same time.
“Everything good,” I break the silence. “A nuh nutt’n major.”
“Which ooman yuh never f... yet?” she gets out and slams the door. I run my hand down my face. Jah Jah. Mi o’ affi fren har up later.
She goes upstairs and I decide to call my lawyer. This man a from mi father days enuh.... and now he’s my lawyer. Like father like son.
“Hello Mr. Jacobs,” he answers.
After talking with Mr. Blair, I walk into the room and find Zara studying. I look at her and she looks tired, reading through her notes. My eyes scan the bed and it’s decorated with papers and books. Jah Jah.
“Mami you affi rest enuh,” I say and she look up at me, staring blankly.
“Mi know but mi also doh wah fail, Community Dick,” the moment she says that I start laughing.
“Yah judge me by mi past,” I sit next to her. “Mi doh like that.”
She breathes out then shrug. “I’m sorry,” it’s dry. “But it hurts fi know say every ooman know wah me feel and experience wah mi a get and you basically have me after only one body.”
He sings a lyrics in response. “Mi get mi first girl when I was around 12.”
“The song said 10..”she points out.
“Yah... I mean 10. Point is, we anuh the same, the lyrics dem, a dem kinda lifestyle deh me get, cause a this life choose me. So while mi get yuh point, mi cyaa erase mi pass, me can only control now,” I say coldly. Never in my life did I expect to explain my whoring ways.
“Yuh past... seem deep... but yuh always nuh wah tell me,” she meets my gaze.
I breathe out. “Mi past hurt.”
“And I don’t deserve to know what hurt you? Yuh shut me out if I ask about your dad, and if it has anything to do with your childhood, mi barely even know you,” her eyes piercing through me.
She’s making me feel exposed, I start giving her the silent treatment–Coping mechanism. She gets the point and start studying. Her brows pulling together.
