Page 53 of Not My Type
“Okay, I’ll make breakfast just make sure you come for it,” I joke.
“Ah,” he chuckles and take a forkful of coleslaw in his mouth.
“Watch him,” I laugh.
“Mi have breakfast mon but a you mi want get suh’m yah now. Yuh zi mi?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna make breakfast now,” I promise him.
“Make sure,” he rasps.
The lady have boyfriend weh a check up on her enuh, my subconscious starts.
When I’m off the phone, I amble to the kitchen. Only to see my father standing around the stove frying eggs.
Fi a likkle while mi neva’ member seh him live here.
I open the cupboard and take out a box of Tetley. My dad glances at me before he walks over to the dining table.
So let me guess... Mama told him too.
“Good morning,” I simply say, bend down and open the cupboard with the pots.
“Morning mi daughter,” he greets and I turn on the faucet, catching water in the kettle. “How are you?” He asks, his tone sarcastic. I look at him, astonished.
Mi cya’ catch a break enuh mon!
“I’m fine,” I retort with my eyes on the pot of boiling water.
“You sure everything good wid yuh?” is his follow up question.
If you know how much this man ignores my existence, you’ll understand how weird this is. My eyes turn to his mischievous ones.
“Wow daddy, yuh never once ask me that. You always busy drinking you never really care if I’m dying or not so what now?” I ask.
What is wrong with these people? Dem not even a support me like how a family should.
First, Mama was so nonchalant about this situation last night, yet she finds the time to complain to my mother. My best friend who should be there for me, is positive Nick is gonna hurt me and wants nothing to do with me. Now my father who ignores me 95% of the time is trying to have a father daughter conversation with me!? Bullshit!
Di’ only time this man talk to mi a when him a ask fi sup’m enuh or if him drunk, him might act like a stupid ‘father.’
“A must joke dis,” I snarl and Mama quickly enters, alarmed. His eyes are protruding.
“So mi cya talk to mi own daughter!?” he growls, getting closer to me. He’s like a monster, intimidating me.
This reminds me of the times when he would abuse my mother and I when I was younger. Am I still afraid of him? Yes.
I step back and my back hits the counter. “Wah this bout Henry? Nuh talk to har so!” Mama steps in. He looks at her with a steely stare.
“Simple thing mi seh to har and the likkle girl a gwaan like seh true she have man now mi cya deal with har!” his voice echoes.
True she have man now...
“Hear yah now,” I smile sardonically. “Mi a nuh big woman?”
“Yuh grow har and not even you can manage har yuh affi a call har Ma!” he shouts, eyes burning through mine.
How dem a talk to yuh like seh yuh bad so? Kiss me tooth!
