Page 54 of Not My Type
“Step away from her Henry,” Mama says in deadpan. Now this is the grandma I know. I stare at my father whose eyes are getting bloodshot red.
“Yuh fi respect me!” he shouts in my face and slams his hand in his chest. “Mi a yuh father yuh nuh affi like me but respect me!” His saliva hits my face. Jesus take the wheel.
“Wah she do Henry?” she questions and he meets her stare.
“She a look pon me with hatred in her eyes and a raise her voice afta me,” he says and I wipe my face.
“Excuse me,” I say as I walk pass him. He steps in my way and my anger flares.
“Mi nuh wah fi have a conversation with you!” I shout at him and he starts cursing profanities at me. His specialty.
“Say what you want but you are nothing to me,” I tell him. Simple as that. His expression changes.Whop!He slaps me across my face and it stings making my head turn.
No mannn! A wah healthy box that enuh Zara!
I hold my face as tears well up in my eyes.
“Nuh put yuh hand pon her!” Mama says furiously and he looks at her with a firm hold on my arm.
“You hear wah she just seh to me!?” he asks her.
“You deserve it!” Mama snaps and he tightens his grip around my arm. I try to pull away but it’s making it worse.
“Let her go Henry!” Mama is fuming.
I finally get out of his grip and storm off. My father grabs me and slaps me across my face again.
“Doh walk weh from me!”
Wah do deh man yah!?
Mama grabs a machete. “Come out a me house right now dawggg shit and nuh put yuh hand pon Michelle pitney! You was never there fi this girl and she have every right fi walk weh from yuh because yuh nuh do a thing fi har and nothing weh she a seh a nuh lie but because yuh know seh a true that’s why it bun’ yuh so!” Mama snaps and he lets go of me.
I wipe my tears and walk away closing my door behind me. “How yuh fi a slap the girl in her face drancro?!” Mama is still arguing. “It nuh right!”
“A my daughter that enuh. Yuh figet?!”
A sigh leaves my lips as I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes and lips are swollen I sigh to myself before I step under the shower and allow the water to caress my body. I needed this.
After showering I got into a pair of blue boyfriend jeans, a white tank top and my favorite chrome Bridgets. It’s now 8:30 AM. A little early, but I’m not staying another minute in this house. I quickly add edge control to my baby hairs and grab my Dior saddle bag.
Mama is sitting on the sofa, watching Smile Jamaica when I walk out. She looks at me. “Where you going?” her dark brown eyes scan me.
“I’m going to do my pedicure, I’ll be back later,” I walk out.
“Okay, get something to eat,” she says since I didn’t bother to eat anything. Because of dirty Henry. I’m no longer calling him my father, mi done wid him.
“Michelle send the money, you can pick it up tomorrow,” Mama reminds me.
“Yea,” I say as I close the grill. “Bye Mama.”
I got in a Probox after waiting ten minutes. It didn’t take me long to finally reach Wendy’s house, since she lives fifteen minutes away from me. I stop the taxi and get out, paying the driver before I walk towards the house.
“But watch early!” she blurts out.
“Mi did affi leave the house,” I say vaguely then her attention turns to my body.
“Yuh gain weight man,” she grins when I walk in her yard. “Gyal yuh have a piece a batty deh!”
