Chapter 19

             Adajay's pov

I could have taken the day off yesterday and today even, but I just don't want to stay home the whole day with Bartley. The favourable responses I've been getting back from the overseas website I didn't want him to know about, he has travel the world already I've only been to Trinidad with my dad on a work trip.

On my lunch break I went by the clinic, I'm sure my period should be due anytime now and I still couldn't find my family planning appointment card. I didn't want to miss my date so I explained myself to the auxiliary receptionist and she searched in the book for me. After twenty minutes of waiting she finally called me and explained that my due date would have been the seventh of the last month and I should come back when I had my monthly flow.

  "Bumboclaate... ohhh rass man," I said to myself as I try to remember how many times Bartley came up inside me and I thought my ovaries were quite protected.

My phone rang with a foreign number as I sat back down at my desk and I answered it and took down all the details given to me. After I was finished with the call, I pondered if I should tell Donique, it was she who had given me the links afterall and I wasn't even sure I will get through.

I decided not tell anyone as yet and the next day when Bartley left for Kingston I went to get some documents sorted out, then to the embassy for my visa interview. Bartley said he was busy in the studio and taking care of some business- I was glad he chose this point in time to go because I didn't really want him to know that I'm trying to spread my wings. It was a seasonal job and with the money they're paying I could buy myself a nice car in no time and open up a small business.

  With my head filled with hopes of my dreams coming true, I got out of the taxi and walked up to my yard. The scent of weed smoking greet my nostrils and I paused wondering if Bartley may have arrived back, I hissed forgetting that I should have called or texted him back from yesterday but I was so focused on my visa interview that I totally forgot about him.

  No lights were on and it was already dark I thought locking back the padlock on the gate, the time on my phone was two minutes past eight and I opened the verandah grill noting that his jeep was parked just the same in the carport then switch on the outside lights. I locked back the grill and went through the house to the washroom, the store house was locked up the same way and everything seemed alright.

I turned and walked to our room where I dropped my bag on the ottoman and began stripping off my clothes. Taynia called and I went to the kitchen in my bra and underwear while talking to her on the phone, I poured some lemon in a glass then add some ice water on it sipping as I answered Taynia.

"No, I wasn't at work today, I actually went to check out a job offer," I said not wanting to disclose any details of my business.

  She started saying something then changed the argument and I was a bit confused as I walked towards the dining room. Her phone suddenly cut off and the back door slammed behind me causing me to jump and drop the glass in fright.

"Wey di fuck yah come from?" Bartley asked standing there was his arms folded.

  My heart was beating a mile a minute out of fright and I look towards his hand seeing no keys. How the fuck did he get in I wondered bending down and gathering the pieces of broken glass. He stood there throughout the whole process and after I dispose of the broken glass I walked to our room and slammed the door shut locking it.

  I hasted looking inside the closet and there I saw the small suitcase that he had left with. I hissed miserably and turned towards the bathroom, my phone rang from somewhere in the dining room and I sighed. I went to bathe and got ready for bed, he can sleep out in either of the rooms I told myself.

  He was telling someone on the phone when I got out the bathroom that I just came home and was now locked inside our room, the door began banging afterwards and I got up and opened it saying.

"Hear mi a sey, me a nuh pickney and a one fada mi have. Mi tired and mi nuh want no man stress."

He looked at me shrewdly then hand me my phone and push past me into the room. I realize someone was on the phone and put it to my ears.

"Hello?"

"Adajay Morrison, where yuh coming from?" My father asked through the phone and I chuckled.

"A one job interview mi guh pon, tsk, but thru mi nuh sure if mi a guh get thru mi nuh tell nuh body bout it yah man," I told him loud enough for my other father to hear.

  Great, I thought after the call with my dad ended. A part time job at Dover was exactly what I need, with all the excitement and extra money I stand to make- my summer was turned up already.

  I tried speaking with Bartley after, explaining myself and apologizing for not calling or texting him- but he gave me the cold shoulder and stayed out in the couch on his phone until late.

I felt forlorn and couldn't sleep.

  When he did come and lie on the bed his phone binged every few minutes, he hissed and put whomever it was on mute, then after a while I heard his deep breathing. I lay in the darkness of the room and hope that I was not pregnant for him, I hope Righteous start building his house soon because anytime Bartley leaves I am not going to allow him back into my life. I will continue being a Alkaline fan but he can fuck off and as a matter of fact I'm not going to sleep with him again. It doesn't take a dumb enough person to see that he went and cheat and have the nerve to be acting the way he was.

Without thinking I use both my legs to push him until he wakes and falls off the bed with an heavy thud, I heard him groan, hissed and sigh angrily. I watch his silhouette rose and stood at the side of the bed, he moved lithely to the door and then the room was flooded with light. He was coming to my side of the bed where I sat and I crawled hastily over to the next side. His face was a stormy mass of anger and I immediately regretted my actions as he closed in on me trying to escape by running to the door.

  I held up my hand with my palm facing upwards and I begin to cry even before I felt the hard slap across the side of my face. My hands were painfully slapped away and I felt the full effect as his hand slapped into the other side of my face pitching me off balance. I staggered sideways hitting up into the chest of drawers, upon regaining my balance I saw his hand lift again through my tears. I swung hard with all my might connecting my fist with his abdomen, then dodge away from him.

  He stood over me breathing hard while I cry from pain, hurt, confusion and misery. We stood like that for a while until he tried to hug me, I flashed off his hand and shouted at him that it was over between us.

"It done between us e yer dranco, yuh can gwane to who a text yuh. Nah nuh respect bout yuh waan try mek dis work, think mi idiot is a'right," I said through my tears.

  My head throbbed and my face was swollen and hurting, I took out a clesn sheet and lie on the floor unwilling to lay on his bed. I felt as if I was going crazy and I just wanted it to end, is something wrong with me?

Why do I always make wrong choices?

Why didn't I just leave him the hell alone?

  I woke up seeing Bartley on the floor beside me, one side of my face felt like it wasn't a part of my body and a wave of anxious depression assailed me. He glance over at me as I sat up, I wanted to tell him to go to hell but a nauseous feeling took over me and I hurried to the bathroom. The haggard feeling ensued after I throw up in the toilet making me feel dizzy.

I showered and felt better but didn't feet the energy to go to work, not with my face swollen and looking disfigured I will not. I put on a little dress and lie down, I was in my sleep but could hear  chatter of voices.

To be continued....