Page 99 of Not My Type
“Then this cute eeh?” Kelsey exclaims and I chuckle.
It is cute for real.
“Mi hear seh shooting gwaan a Portmore enuh and some a the man them dead,” I hear. Lawd Gad, everyday so?
“Excuse me,” Zanne phone rings. She gets up and I start a new onesie, it keeps my mind off things.
“Yes bae?” I hear her say, my focus on decorating the onesie with these cute stickers.
“Nickoi!?” she yells and I gasp.
Nickoi!?
Her tone sounds like something tragic happened. I look at her and she’s now crying. This cya good.
I feel the life leave my body. My heart rate speeds up and I feel like I can hardly breathe. “What happ’m to Nickoi?” I ask, my eyes watering. God, pleaseeeeeeeeeee make him be okay.
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“What happ’m to Nickoi?” I ask again. Mi nuh think mi ever feel so yet. I’m trying to compose myself. Anxiety is eating me alive as the seconds goes by without me knowing if he’s okay.
“Mi nuh know... it’s like him get shot, Junior say somebody just tell him that there was a shooting at Rick’s house and Nickoi was there,” she says while rushing out and I pace behind her.
“And he said that some of the man them dead,” her voice breaks at the end. Tears run out of my eyes. Don’t bother blame yourself. I promised I’d be there for him..
Anuh like you could help him if you were there yuh probably would a make dem kill him, that girl in my head is lethalll!
Damn, that’s mean. I take out my phone and dial his number. No answer. I start panicking again. Jesus! S’pose Nickoi dea...
Doh even seh it.
“Get in Zara!” Suzanne calls, bringing me back to reality and I get in the car calling Nickoi again and it goes to voicemail. This cya real enuh!
Tears prick my eyes and I wipe it away angrily. Sigh..
“Let’s hope for the best Zara,” Suzanne holds my hands when she notice that I’m freaking out. What happen to him? Him possibly get shot. But is he okay? Him nah answer him phone. Maybe him nuh around it Zara....
Nickoi? To know him is to know him never left that phone so that’snot the case. I call him again and it goes straight to voicemail. A loud sigh leaves my lips.
“Mi nah get him enuh,” I whine.
Suzanne glances at me and sigh. She starts driving faster and I call him again and it goes to voicemail. Again.
“Still nah get him?” Suzanne asks and I shake my head no.
“Jesus,” she breathes.
I close my eyes, sending a silent prayer to the heavens. Deh prayer deh not even a pass through the moonroof.
I ignore my subconscious. She nuh know time and place?
Fifteen minutes later and we are in the hospital running through the parking lot
and head inside. I run over to the front desk and find the receptionist talking on the phone.
“Hey, excuse me I’m looking for my boyfriend. I-I am Zara Williams and I got a call that he was sho—” Alarmed, she puts her phone to the side and focus on me.
