Page 97 of Not My Type
Mi nuh vent. When you vent you only a mek yourself vulnerable to people and mi nuh do da thing deh.
But yuh nuh understand what’s happening to you and it obviously a bother you.
I’ll get over it.
A Zara this enuh boss... Yuh dream girl.
Chro. Mi cya just become a church man overnight, not that I want a train of girls fi deh with and even if that was the case mi nuh like no ooman weh mi see again since me meet Zara. Mi just cya go be the man fi har though. Who tell yuh that?
Mi did really think it could work, but it just nah go work star. I had the highest hopes for us.
It can if yuh talk to somebody and understand what’s happening to you then you can find a way fi deal wid it.
I breathe deeply. Fine. I surrender, accepting defeat against mi subconscious, and take out mi phone.
This is what I mean when mi seh she make me wah do things weh mi would a never yet see miself a do. Mi a go call mi bestfriend. Alrick is the only person I can see myself telling this and mi wish mi never have to.
“Chop Chop?” he answers on the first ring. Like him did a wait fi mi call him.
“Mi wah talk to yuh bout sup’m,” I breathe.
“Wah happ’m? Yuh Gov?” I understand his curiosity. Cas mi nuh callpeople and talk just so.
“Mi Gov, yuh deh home?” I ask. Mi nuh wah talk bout this over nuh phone.
I didn’t take long to reach his house since mi did a drive fast. His girlfriend comes out. “Nickoi a you that?” she hugs me. I hug her briefly.
“Weh Rick?” I ask and she points in the house. I walk inside and find him dancing to Teejay’s Bitcoin. Him a Teejay biggest fan.
He walks over to me dapping me up, still dancing and I laugh.
“A wah some bwoy a scam faah? stacks and bands ask grandpa... vanilla card we response faah, Trabass Atlanta ahhhhh,” he sings while swinging his shoulder.
Rick always a vibe... especially when him chop a big food. “Dem a chop but eh wull a dem a chop smallll... Cryptocurrency yuh nuh si seh mi stacks tall, tall tall,” he continues.
I sit in the sofa and his girlfriend, Gina stands at the door with a smile, looking at him then she looks at me.
“A everyday thing,” she says and I read her lips, the music is loud. She walks outside.
I chuckle, then my God son runs out. “Uncle!” I ruffle his hair, then he disappears in his room. Rick takes up his iPhone, making a video. Chro. I want to talk about Zara. Nah go rush him though.
He throws a few stacks on me. “We chop food anuh box food dat’s true, wi drop ball inna bad mood, naah stop mark paper like in a classroom. Yow people, see the money man ya,” he says turning the camera on me and I hold up my hand. Certain things mi nuh post.
Man annoying sometime. “Yuh nah post that?” I ask him and the look that I give him tells him not to.
He turns down the music and sit beside me, giving me a cup. He takes up the bottle of Ciroc and pour it in my cup. “Bad man mi nuh have Hennessy, aite?” he says with a grin.
“That good mon,” I sip it.
“Weed?” he asks and I nod.
“Did go ask fi that enuh,” I say and he gets up.
Suddenly, his girlfriend bursts inside, screaming, her hands clutching her stomach—blood seeping through her fingers.
What the—?!
I’m on my feet in an instant, heart hammering, Glock in hand. Rick reacts just as fast, grabbing her as gunfire erupts.
