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I stared at DD who was laying asleep. Heavily sedated he was lost in a drug-induced dreamland that kept him for the time being away from the cruel reality of what he had created.

"Bloodclaat DD," I groaned rubbing my hands over my face and gritting my teeth against the surge of bitter emotions that surface at the memory of last night.

It seemed as if last night was still happening I could hear the sounds of music mixed with chatting. The faces of people enjoying the night's festivities were still clear in my mind's eyes.

I saw some people throwing annoyed glances at the sound of an approaching vehicle that almost hit two girls that were busily whining and gyrating to Gage Almighty's Kitty Kat, while others were more open in expressing their irritation voice openly their bitterness at the interruption.

The screeching of tiers as it came to a halt had me frowning and a feeling close to fear churned in the pit of my stomach. I was sitting in the passenger seat of DD's car with a clear view of the vehicle. Something told me that this was not going to turn out well.

The angry shout of a brutal voice as it bellowed DD's name in the crowd that was now fully interested as a tall black robust fellow dressed in army attire walked purposely towards the small lawn in front of Carol's bar.

"Weh d bloodclaat DD deh?! Dutty bwoy Davian Davis!"

It was more than anger that fueled the stranger it was a deep rage that gripped him. I could tell that I was very much going to regret telling DD I wanted a change from Ms. Murl's dead yard and I was tired of seeing Goodaz and her cleague hitching around.

Shelly and a few of the guys were standing in a group a short way from the bar's entrance where Shelly's boyfriend had his laptop hooked up and was spinning some tunes that blasted from his car's sound system.

They all seem to close in together as of forming a barrier and this caught the attention of the enraged man.

What the fuck did DD do?

He had returned home earlier a little reserved and for the first time he did not seem to be smoking any weed he was very much in the hold of something serious.

Everyone was going to find out now.

"Weh unuh tink e? None a yuh cyaah bloodclaat protec him!"

Was that a fucking gun?

He was pointing the gun at the group and I felt a sense of pride that none of them moved away but still stood there barring DD. I did not know if it was fear or shock that kept them there but I watch as the soldier waved the gun and a few onlookers moved away hastily.

I got up from the car but it seem as if I was miles away than just a few feet. My legs felt also as if they were made of lead and I was moving at a snail's pace.

"DD yuh tink yuh cyaah rub fucking my ooman inna mi face!" He bellowed and I realize the music had now stopped from the booming clarity of his words.

He continued moving closer to the group. "Yuh bloodclaat a get a privilege but pass yuh place by a fuck ar wen mi a chat to ar pan r phone!"

DD who had remained all this time behind his man-made barrier came out into the open much to Shelly's dismay. She step out and grab him but he shrugs off her hold.

"Yuh hab a bomboclaat death wish pussy," he said to DD who nonchalantly stared back.

"Yow!" I heard myself calling out, "Nuh come fuck up Carol party wid no---"

I was standing close to him now to see that his uniform was a mess with dark splatters that had my body running cold and his hand without the gun had blood-soaked cloth wound around his knuckles.

Weh the fuck him a come from! Betta yet who the rass a e ooman?!

I look to DD with a splif tail nestled at the corner of his mouth but he was staring at the dishevelled soldier.

"Mi a guh teach yuh nuffi mess wid mi just like how mi teach pussyclaat Simone!"

Simone!

It was only a second after the bitter reply that gunshots rang out and all hell broke loose as people start to scatter from the scene as screams of fright rang out from frightened mouths.

A small part of a conversation I had with him prior came rushing to me as I pull myself from the painful memory of last night.

"Yuh still a fuck Simone?"

"Cyaah tap," he said then gave a little chuckle. "Like the gyal tie mi to rass."

"Look like a yuh tie yuh sef cuz," I whispered. "Tie yuh self up and cause a pussyclaat storm weh mi fear the aftermath a guh much worse fi yuh."

Some people fear the storm but it's after the storm that fucks me up. I spent nine years trying to get the pieces of my life together after living through the storm of losing the girl I loved and not being a part of my child's life.

I moved away from the hospital bed and felt a warm body engulf mine. I leaned in and felt Myopah's tears fall on my head. I wish I could find it in me to cry but I figured everyone present here was crying enough for me.

Why was this happening to us? Ms. Murl was the only person I wanted to bury not my best cousin.

The carefree-spirited, weed-smoking annoying ass that had my back no matter what could not leave me here alone to fend for this new storm.

I was barely able to see my way through the storm of watching Patrice with another man and from the way she had gazed at him as I watch them from the unclosed elevator door last night I knew that something was happening between them that I was not prepared for.

I pushed at Myopah my throat burning from the tears of loss, hurt, and frustration. I needed to get away from here. I needed out before I burst from the turmoil raging in me.

"OD!"

"Leave him My."

I was walking down the corridor of the ward and heading for the stairs when my phone rang.

I took it from the pocket of my jeans and automatically answer.

"Odean, this is Petrona Patrice's mother. I will be arriving in Jamaica Sunday afternoon and will be staying in Ochi. I need to speak with you."

I pulled the phone from my ears and stared at it looking at the unfamiliar overseas number. I put it back to my ears to hear her still talking as I continue to go to the car park.

"I don't want anyone to know of my coming there. I will text you exactly where I will be staying just ensure you're in Ochi."

I was actually trembling when I got in the car and drove away from Mandeville Hospital my knuckles white from my death grip on the staring wheel.

I was no longer on manual I was very much surviving on the adrenaline of automatic endurance. Last night's dreadful happening to the dreary aftermath of the upcoming morning left me an emotional mess that was on the verge of breaking.

It took me less than twenty minutes to make the usual forty-five minutes drive. When I got out of the car and made my way to the house I ignored everyone. I did not have anything to say or wanted to hear what anyone has to say.

I open the door and stood in the living room staring at the spot where DD had stood last night very much ok. His head with its curly bleached hair in an unruly mohawk was bent looking intently down on his phone as he typed away.

"Yow a wah yuh a pre mi suh?!" He had asked when he look up to see me.

"Mi jus a look how yuh damn ugly fi a Davis, yuh sure yuh a nuh jacket duty bwoy!" I teased hoping to break through the dreary air that surrounds him.

"Jacket yah cut to fit," he had returned smiling but something was still off with him.

"Awrite," I chuckled pushing it aside then said. "Mek wi duh road lata."

"Yeah, man."

Maybe if I had....

My thoughts trailed off  as I dragged myself to the present and suprisingly came aware that someone was staring at me.

"Goodaz wah the fuck yuh a duh in a mi house!"

I did not wait for her to reply I just throw my phone on the couch and barked as I mounted the stairs.

"Gwaan a yuh rass yawd mi nuh av time fi yuh!"

I did not see her cold glare and was in the shower trying to scrub the remnants of last night to this morning from my skin when my phone rang and she answered it.

Goodaz had no intention of leaving either and it was the feel of her arms circling me to press her naked body into mine that brought forth this realization.

When her hands slid down to grip my soapy cock it was clear she wouldn't be going home anytime soon.

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