Chapter 32

                         Tiony's pov

  If you continue to ask yourself why people do what they do as if it isn't what they want to do, then you're not ready to face reality. There are many ways to take revenge when someone does you wrong, but oftentimes, it's better to leave it to God and karma. Some sacrifices are worth it, while others are simply wasted efforts, especially on people who are ungrateful. It doesn't take much to harden someone's heart and the way I was feeling now it's like mine is remade with lead. I know there are a lot of relationships that only look as if they're going great from the outside, while the couple is unhappy. I may be punishing myself by noticing everything about the man I'm with, but if most women were doing so, then they would have saved themselves a lot of heartbreak.

  As I drove inside the parking lot at Arly's workplace, I saw Carissa and her woman sitting inside a car. I made sure to park over at the far side so they could be entertained by my walk over to their car. I went to the passenger side Carissa was at and handed her card through the window, telling her. "Here."

  Her butch was staring at me, and I kept eye contact with her for several seconds while she looked as if she had seen a ghost. My walk was leisurely across the parking lot back to the jeep, and I drove off pretending to be talking to someone on my phone. I didn't want Carissa's money, just as how Gibbanks didn't need to have her buying our groceries, but her card was very convenient for me to splurge on, and she will have to work for several months to earn back all I had spent and withdrew. Or Gibbanks can simply give it back to her so I can fuck him up. He has no idea that I have been keeping track to see if he has been doing any spending on all the women in his call list from his sim card he claims that's only for business and the ATM receipts that he keeps help me out tremendously.

  I drove to the retailer to collect the bulk items that I had gone there and ordered on a whim. 'Groceries and supplies fi months, har pussyclaate, a man she waan mine. He has a family, and she knows him have him 'oman and son dem. Hurry up and mek wi go ova a di next store to, she affi mine di whole bloodclaate a wi and don't ina nuh argument wid di fucka, just start make demands.' Mommy's upset voice replayed in my head, and I nodded as if she was here in the flesh speaking to me. It was sound advice, and I would have taken home everything I had purchased if the jeep and taxi we chartered could hold them all.

  When I got home, Mommy came and helped me to unload all the things. She took a portion, and we packed them inside the jeep and carried them over to her yard. "Yuh nuh si sey yuh babyfada a buy solar set up fi him parents to? A must das why him affi a sell fuck, cause it come in like everything him buy a him yard, him affi buy gi dem to. Mi nuh sey him nuffi tek care a him parents and help dem in any way him can, but wha happen to André and him sisters?" She asked and informed me, venting on what she has observed about Gibbanks' family.

"Things happen at the right time, none a dem nuh dey yah fi si sey mi come home wid more things, dem will only know if him tell dem because can bet him a watch the camera dem." I say, knowing that Miss Beverly has a doctor appointment she has to go to after they carried the foreigners to the airport.

  We watched the midday news and chatted about the impending hurricane. "Chupsy, Gibbanks, did buy di gas fi di generator?" She asks.

"I don't know, and I nah remind nor ask him nutn. Wey him fi pay attention to nuh important dan him precious Carissa." I responded and told her.

  When I went over to my house, I gave Artyon something to eat, then went inside the master bathroom to see if Gibbanks had removed the tiles to take out any of the money we had stashed there. My face took on a sinister sad smile as he didn't bother to even replace the tiles. He just left them on the floor. As I packed away the rest of the things, my thoughts became darker and darker until I was burning with fury. I took up the box containing two dozen big grace corned beef, carried it inside the store looking pantry, and placed it firmly on top of the box of luncheon. I had made another hiding place for our money from a few weeks ago and had felt guilty for not telling him. Now I have proven that when you follow your mind, you can't go wrong.

  I heard Mr. Audley's truck and I looked through the window when it was driving past to their yard. Grown children should really try to live far away from parents and make a life of their own, I say in my mind because every single thing happens between Gibbanks and I they were in it. They're not bad people, neither do they interfere in our personal life, but they were most likely on his side during our disagreements and will definitely take up for him should I fix their whoring son. I heated up some lo-mein, pepper shrimps, and sweet and sour pork, eat it, and then tidy up the kitchen.

  Only mine and my son's clothes did I load in the washing machine and washed before washing all the sheet sets and comforters I had bought randomly the day before. It was really petty, but I was too hurt to care and ate strawberry cherry Devon house ice cream straight out of the tub in came in. I sat on the kitchen floor with Artyon, and we ate until my stomach couldn't hold any more. The exercise of hanging out the clothes and everything helped to ease how packed my stomach was, but I guess eating such mixtures within a short time of each other was not a very good idea, so to the bathroom shitting I went.

  Mister Audley brought a wheelbarrow filled with ground provisions he had reaped and helped me to carry them all inside the kitchen while talking to Artyon. "When yuh guh pick up yuh son, please remind him fi buy di fuel fi di generator, cause is like is only certain things him can remember. " I tell him when he was about to go.

"Him nah guh hear it from me ino, cause mi and him nuh chat. Him and di rest a dem betta tek taxi come a dem yard, since dem believe sey dem always right. After mi a chat to him dis mawnin, di whole a dem including yuh bredda tek mi on. Mek mi tell yuh somn, any how a did Bev in a your position right now, nuh money nuh lef' pon dah gal dey bank card. Bev would spend and tek off every dollar, and I wouldn't be giving back no 'oman no money. Oh! Yah, ramp wid him and har. And him a big-time joker, look how time hard, if him only a still friend wid har fi get har money why she affi dey a di store fi si all a wha him a buy come a him yard?" The vexation, disapproval, and what can only be described as injured rejection of whatever advice he had been trying to give Gibbanks stood out in his voice, and I sighed deeply and told him.

  "Your son is greedy because he doesn't need to have Carissa purchasing our groceries, but craven choke puppy, and people get rid of dogs that keeps taking when you've already fed them."

  He stood looking at me for a few minutes before telling me, "Later," and leaving.

I could care less how he interprets that, his son was causing me great distress, and I am very hurt. Arlem came into the yard a few minutes after he had left and told me he had been staying with Aunty Palsy. I asked him if he was hungry and fixed him something to eat, then bathed him and dressed him in clean clothes. I put him and his father's dirty clothes inside the washroom, then sent him to turn on the pipes so that the water tanks on the house top could fill up. I did an overall cleaning of the house while he played with Artyon on the verandah, then I washed the bathroom mats on the concrete pavement close by the fence side and hung them up on the wall to dry.

  Gibbanks came home driving one of the company's trucks. He brought two big water tanks, some pipe fittings, buckets, some bottles of fuel, and two plastic barrels. "Tiony, is there anything else that you need personally or fi di boys and di house?" He came inside the bathroom while I was bathing Artyon and asked.

  After a few seconds, I took a deep breath and told him. "Mi just yuh move out, suh mi can stay by mi self wid mi son."

"Nuh badda treate Arlem bad because a me ino, mi sorry and mi a guh duh better. To be honest, I never have sex wid har a just a likkle blow job she gi mi and it nah happen again. Mi seriously nuh feel a'right whenever me and yuh have any problems concerning me cheating. Mi try fi be careful suh das yuh don’t find out because mi don't want yuh fi feel hurt. Right now, mi nuh know how yuh find out and dat also a badda mi, but me a tell yuh from di bottom a mi heart, a just fi fun a nuh nutn personal. A you mi love."

To be continued...