ᴘᴏᴠ ᴏᴅᴇᴀɴ✾

𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.

"Yow dawg yuh even a listen to mi?"

The question rang out in the quiet of the living room with an impending increase of annoyance.

"Hey OD? OD?!"

Still, nothing. The man that stared at his clasped hands heard nothing but the voices of the previous night playing in his head.

"Chro backside!"

The frustration in Tyrone's voice gave way to a series of him hissing his well-made gold grills as he stared at me.

"Mi seh the man loss to this world DD, nothing mi naah get out a him." Tyrone relates as he walks out of the house and came to stand by his older cousin under the tent where friends, family members, and community people were busy playing dominoes or just content being bystanders.

"Mi tell yuh fi lef him nuh tru!"

It was not a question but a cold hard statement that caused the heavily gold-bejeweled younger man to fidget and look around uneasily because the men at the table stared in open curiosity at him.

"Chill man," he said trying to be indifferent but DD's cold glare was hard to push aside.

He shrugged and tried to grin as he speak but the other man just swore under his breath and move away leaving him to ask the others.

"Wha unuh a look pan a mi a di domino dem?"

"Galang hype now man yuh lucky DD neva shot yuh a dutty box," a young guy at the table said causing the other men present at the table to laugh outrightly much to his chagrin.

"Mi look like d promota bwoy weh OD introduce to e hand back?!" he queried with an aggressive glare at the young man who spoke.

"Shut up Ty mine Girlie come give yuh wah yuh seek an prove wi point," someone warned as the sound of dominoes hit the table as players placed the black-spotted white tiles on the plyboard table top.

With fingers that sported chunky gold rings ball into a fist, Tyrone beat against his stout chest tightly covered by a tie-n-dye T-shirt over which he sported a white unbuttoned dress shirt pumped up by pride began to shout.

"Who yah so bad fi touch mi?!"

"Yuh gwaan hype mek Girlie come yah so now an wi c how much big chat yuh have," some guy from the other table called out as their domino game was interrupted by the excitement Tyrone was creating to cover his embarrassment.

With a quick glance around the now dusk-shrouded interior of the tent to ensure his virago of a girlfriend was nowhere in sight his hesitancy to let go of the drama, he had created increased and Tyrone puffed out his chest hype up by the attention he was receiving.

"No gyal naah mek mi fraid, yuh c mi a lock weh miself because ooman feel like she can clown mi?"

The intent stares of the men and the few women and children present fueled his desire to be hyped. They all knew the truth but he still held his ground.

"Yuh tink seh Girlie a guh ab mi siddung inna house a pine ova she?" he asked then answered it himself. "No bloodclaat way before suh mi get a next gyal an show ar she nuh unplaceable."

The laughter began to ring out loud as the people listen to his hyped speech and mangled grammar.

"Yes Beyoncé," the words were laced with mockery and barely controlled laughter, "mek she know she nuh unplaceable."

Tyrone unaware of the slight against him was still creating a spectacle when DD and I walk out onto the grilled-enclosed veranda and stared out into the approaching night. We heard what Tyrone had said as he made his sly remarks against the altercation between myself and Patrice lova bwoy.

It took all my willpower not to punch him in the mouth and let him swallow those god-awful grills he wore with pride, but Girlie was sure to deal with him when she get news of his behavior here this evening.

"Lowe him OD," DD said placing a restraining hand on my shoulder. Yuh know people nuh tek Ty serious."

In all honesty, Tyrone was not the reason for my issues. I still blamed my grandmother for depriving me of the one thing I wanted and to now know that Patrice's mother was also involved left me with a million questions.

The whys and the hows had me so lost that I was not sure if I would ever get to the truth. With Patrice's grandmother being closed-lipped, my grandmother being dead with no tales to tell, and Patrice's mother MIA before I came to love her daughter I was not sure what to do.

And also I made the mistake of behaving like a complete idiot in front of Patrice and her family. My behavior only pushed me ten paces back increasing the wide space that was already between us.

The woman I wanted to know was now lost to me and as much as I was told to focus on Deenie I was scared to know all I truly wanted was still out of my reach.

"Hey mi a guh ova yaad, mi need..."

DD did not have time to acknowledge or respond to what I had said because I was already off the veranda and making my way over to the house where I stayed. I knew Ty and his spectators were still at it and from the boisterous laughter that erupted now and again, I could tell they were having fun at my younger cousin's antics.

Tyrone was not a nefarious person his intention to seek me out was his way of making sure I was ok and when I silently rebuffed him along with DD's open reprimand he was hurt and this was his way of handling it.

I wish I could just joke away the fact that I might never have Patrice in my life the way I desired. I wanted so much to do as my aunt said, to believe in her that God had a purpose for all that had happened and all that is now happening.

She had told me last night to hand it all over to God when the pain of the certain dilemma of a stranger holding in his hands the faith of where I stood with my daughter and her mother.

For a brief moment, I had wanted to lash out at her as the loss and the fear consumed me. As the dull throb that radiated from my bruised cheek mingled to push me further into despondency I wanted nothing more than ever to call Patrice.

I wanted to tell her how much I was sorry for being inconsiderate and hurting her feelings by being a selfish callous bastard.

I had become so absorbed in my pain that I allowed it to push me farther apart from Patrice. I sighed and unlocked the door stepping into the living room before I moved to make my way upstairs to my room but the sound of someone calling my name caused me to walk back to the door.

"Hey, stranger?"

I stared at the woman before me my eyebrows raised in surprise then dipped into a quiring frown.

"Why yuh a look paah mi suh?"

A wondah how she waah mi look pan ar? She waah mi galang like when pickney ere bou Father Christmas?

Seeing Goodaz here at my door was not helping my foul mood. I knew she kept reaching out to me from the night she polished my rifle but she was stupid to think it was going to fire any shot for her.

"Wah yuh waah?" I asked her impatiently.

She smiled letting her eyes travel slowly over my body that was clad in a tight-fitting white tshirt, light-blue bootleg ripped knee jeans and white Addidas. Her eyes speak her desire along with her sultry expression.

I stood there taking the time to take her in too.

She wore a long sleeve black bodycon dress that was laced at the side giving a daring peek-a-boo of shapely thighs and a further display of legs that sported tattoos. My eyes traveled from her neatly painted white toes up to her braless breasts that pushed against the straining elastic material of her dress.

My body responded and I took an involuntary step backward leaving the doorway free for her to walk into the living room an opportunity she did not waste.

When the door closed behind her and she pressed her body into mine there was no involuntary step backward and my hands did not reach to push her away as my mind suggested instead one traveled to her smooth cheek and then down to grip her chin.

When my lips came close to hers her sweet floral scent only pushes aside my sensibilities and with a smirk, on my lips and our eyes still held in a heated stare, I use my other hand to push my boxers and pants down.

Another polish wouldn't hurt.

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