Chapter 8

              Adajay's pov

I felt bad for Zahaire not because I like him but because of the unfairness he was dealt by my mom, I didn't see her as a mother and I loathe calling her so. She did not wait until Zahaire left the country she brought home a new man, at least that was what Kaylee said. I told her to stop quitting school to go home, she had the neighbors son was making good use of the house on a regular  basis.

I turn off my laptop and walked to the kitchen, I have yet to answer Zahaire's texts. I was glad he was not here and still in a shock state that he will not be coming back to the States any time soon. I have been craving for independence for so long that it felt almost surreal to finally have it, the only different thing was that I was pregnant. I made a quick snack then went and got ready for work as a kitchen helper, it wasn't hard but the supervisor keeps looking at my growing bump.

  In the weeks that followed I made online friends from the college I was attending and I search for remote and online jobs. Zahaire finally calls one night as I reach home and I answered the call nervously.

"𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐?"

"𝑯𝒊, 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" He said and asked.

"𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒌, 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒕," I answered telling him.

"𝑶𝒉. 𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌? 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔," he asked then said.

"𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰'𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆," I informed him.

"𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒃 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈," he said.

"𝑶𝒌, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒌, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" I said and ask.

"𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆," he replied saying.

"𝑶𝒌, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕," I told him and end the call.

  Maybe he has a woman or something, I didn't care I was glad he was out of my life right now. I will love my baby and he won't be getting a picture, I should change my number also I thought as I climbed the stairs up to my room. If I wasn't pregnant I would be basking happily in my independence, now because of him I'm having I was not ready for.

  I showered and did my homework and did my homework then went to sleep, the bed was so comfortable but if only I was. I spun from side to side and on my back, normally I slept on my stomach mostly but now I couldn't. I sat up thinking about my birth mother, it would be really nice if she was here instead of me dreading visitation day for college and I'm not there.

I hissed and got up, I went down to the kitchen and made some tea. I heat up a bacon hot pocket and took them upstairs to the outside balcony of the verandah. I sat down and ate in the beautiful quietness, across to the next apartment two persons were also outside on their balcony. I rarely saw any one who lives here and when I do they were in there car or walking into their apartment. I did what they did and honk my horn to their wave or to their honk and went on my way, I love the privacy with no one trying to get up in your face.

I did my morning hygenic routine then sat infront of my desk and pull out my laptop, my phone binged with a text and I read it.

𝙕𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚:~ 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 😘

𝗝𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘆:~ 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈.

𝗭𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲:~ 𝖮𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌.

I still can't understand how he was a Guyanese national, sure he told us that he was mixed but it seemed weird. With his look he could easily be passed for a U.S national, blue eyes, light skin over six feet in height, something didn't add up. I took my phone and google search his name, nothing came up with him so I google search people with his name and saw a Norwegian national that looked like him among others. I click on the man who was said to be incarcerated and serving time, my class started and I hissed clicking off of it.

    Zahaire's pov

  I did not tell my mom or anyone that I had been deported sent home and my U.S visa cancelled, she has been asking me why I had started working and not resting to for when I was to travel. I did not want to lie to her so I just avoided answering each time she asked. My youngest sister will be graduating high school and I was glad that financial stress will be history.

  It was hard living in hiding on a small island like Guyana and I had jumped at the opportunity to go to the States to work, I thought meeting a financially stable elder woman would be just the right thing but I couldn't be more wrong. Sharon wanted someone to model and show off to her friend, while being promiscuous with business partners to solidify business entities. Americans were surely different it seemed like nothing to them, I see it as having no respect, others saw it as nothing.

  My father has been in prison for the last twelve years and I've never seen my mother so much as talk to another man, I got up and got ready for my night job. It was hard but in order to continue help providing for my family I will have to work doubly harder now. I was their main dependent and they all look up to me, my younger brother is now doing is last year in college and hopefully he passes his final exams so that expense will be done with also.

My phone rang with Teon calling just as I was walking out, Richard was right on time with my car that he operates as a taxi and I got in.

"What's up friend?" I answered asking.

"I'm checking up on my busy friend who is too busy to return my calls or text," Teon lamented.

"Your phone bill is going to fly through the roof of your house if you don't stop calling me straight," I told him laughing.

"You're never beside wifi and you do not activate data on your phone," he complained.

"I have wifi at home and at work, but sometimes I forget everything about my phone, sorry," I told him.

"Anyway, I call to find out how you're doing money wise because I'm sending you a thousand dollars and I need your address also," he explains.

"Ok, I'll text it to you as soon as I get off the taxi," I tell him knowing I have no intention to.

  I text him the apartment address and tell him to mail the money there, then I text Janay and remind her to check in the mailbox for the bills. They went to her phone but the copy still came in the mailbox, I walked into my workplace and immediately went on duty. I was fortunate to get this job, it paid good but the work was gruelling because they were short staff.

  I missed Janay so badly it hurts, I checked the time and silently pray she reach home from work safely. I really hope the managers of the company keeps their promise and send back for me after my visa expires, my father is going to be really pissed with me if he comes out and find out. I feel like such a failure, I'm the reason he's in prison if only I had more sense I thought dejectedly. I've done nothing but fail everyone and fail at everything, now I'm failing to be a good father for my unborn child and their mother. Why can't I get anything right?

I sighed tiredly as I wait on Richard to come and drop me home, I set the alarm to wake me up in three hours time when I got there and fell asleep as I lay on the double bed in my shared bedroom.

To be continued...

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