Not My Type 2 (Not My Type #2)

Chapter 65 Sooth

Sooth

It’s Skye, our cousin. Why she annoy Junior this much? “Yeah yaw talk to Junior,” he says and I look away, waiting for him to get off the phone to question him.

“Suzanne never give you har number from the dinner?” he’s annoyed by her. Then he tells her Suzanne’s number and hangs up shortly after.

“Uncle Orion daughter that though?” I turn to him and he hums.

Suh’m nuh right..

“A wah gwaan?” my gaze on him, he shrugs.

“Nothing,” he says.

“She nuh nice?” I ask curiously. He chuckles humorlessly. She doesn’t seem like a bad person to me. Wah she could a do?

“You nuh rate har,” I tell him. I don’t need to ask him because it’s obvious. He looks outside briefly before he looks back at me.

“A har father mi nuh rate,” he says surprising me.

“Why?” I question and he takes up his lucozade.

“Dawg, mi affi go move yah now,” he says, making me furrow my brows. Is he avoiding this?

What exactly is he avoiding?

“Junior weh yaw go? Nuh talk we a talk bad man?” I try as he pulls the door.

He’s acting strange.

“We nah talk bout nothing,” he says as he slams the door.

I breathe. He calls Rick and Gutta and they dap me up before they get in the Crown.

Junior pulls the car door then he looks over his shoulder at me.

Maybe reconsidering? He closes the door and approach my Benz after saying something to them.

Rick drives off, blowing his horn as he leaves.

Junior leans on the door before he pulls it and gets in.

“You deserve fi know the truth,” he says with a sigh, resting his head on the headrest.

“Truth…” I trail off and he nods. “Bredda mi nuh understand.”

“Mi a go make yuh understand,” he retorts. Jah a wah this now?

“Member when we did up a mommy people dem and a did mi birthday bash?”He asks and I nod. I remember it clearly.

I sigh to myself.

I’m trying my best to get myself ready for whatever he’s about to tell me. I’m wondering if it’s really bad.

“Yah mi member and Talia was there,” I interject.

“Yeah so when everybody outside me and Suzanne did go in a the back room fi a while then mi hear a noise and mi decide fi check out wah gwaan…”

FLASHBACK

Junior

“Wul on mi a come,” I draw back from Suzanne and she hisses but I ignore it as I walk out, approaching the source of the noise.

“Why yuh deh here now!?” She shouts. “Mi tell yuh fi only come when they expect you and that’s Christmas time!”

A who and mommy a argue?

“Nicki nothing is wrong,” he says and I get closer to the door.

It’s Uncle Orion.

“Nothing nuh wrong? How it look to you say him uncle lef all the way from New York just fi his birthday bash? When unuh not even close! How that look to yuh?!” She whisper yells.

He hisses.

“He’s my son, and of course I traveled over 4 hours for his birthday!”

“But him nuh know that!” she yells back. I didn’t realize my mouth is wide open until I saw myself on the wall mirror. I’m furious… hurt… and confused. All my life, I’ve been calling Owayne my father and he isn’t?

My uncle is?

Wah kinda mess this?

“Mi nuh think yuh fi deh yer cause dem smart and mi nuh wah dem read into nothing, especially Nick,” she says.

“How yuh mean yuh nuh think mi fi deh here? I’m always around Nicki so nothing no wrong. And a mi son birthday, you really think me would a stay a foreign?” I hear and I start staring out of space. My fist are clenched and I glare at the door, fighting the urge to enter and open him brain.

It’s probably five minutes since I’ve been standing in the same spot, thinking about the incest. Imagine, I’m in the middle of it because Nicki and that piece of shit couldn’t keep it together.

My uncle is my father? And she know?

I barge in the room, swinging the door furiously and they both jump at my sudden action.

“Tell mi, mi just hear wrong!?” It comes out deadly. I shove Orion, causing him to fall on the chest of drawers, knocking the television down.

“Stop!” Mommy cries. “Please!”

“Him a mi father?” I turn to her and she nods while crying.

“It was before I met Owayne, I- I was with him,” she explains. “First.”

“So yah whore?!” I walk up to her and she slaps me across my face. “Yah juggle two bredda!?” I continue, regardless of the stinging feeling on my cheek.

I know my words must’ve hurt her but I’ll have to live with this. So tell me which one hurt more?

The fact that mi call her a whore or the fact that I’ve been calling my uncle, my dad the whole time and my father my uncle. And what makes this situation worst is the fact that, my younger siblings are my cousins too.

And I’ll have to live with this…

“Mi nuh care wah yuh have fi say, you could a stop the relationship with Owayne and think bout us. Just imagine mi sister and mi bredda dem a mi cousin and mi affi go live with that,” I start crying.

“F—” I curse loudly and connect my fist in the wall, constantly until it starts bleeding.

“Junior, Stop!” She begs and I glare at her. “P-please J-Junior.”

“Am I really?” I smile, my face soaked with tears as a youth weh barely show emotions.

“Am I really what?” She blinks.

“A Junior,” I clench my fist and walk closer to her.

“You see as long as you live just avoid me like mi a wah deadly disease. A 3 youth alone you have Nicki, forget me and you Orion a’ only a daughta yuh have, forget me too. Mi nav no mother and mi nav no father, a mi woman alone mi have!” my voice shakes the room before I slam the door behind me.

PRESENT

NICKOI

I can’t help it but wonder who my father is. Is it Orion or is it Owayne? I curse, hitting the steering wheel. “Foolishness this dawg.” I’m breathing heavily.

“After mi lef Dacosta farm and mi go there fi mi youth dem mi find mommy with him enuh,” I admit and he looks at me surprised. “Dem say a never a regular thing, them just have feelings fi each other,” I add.

He shakes his head. Junior was always distant with mommy and I always wondered why… now I’m sure, and it’s f’ed up.

“You hate har?” I ask him.

“Who? Nicki?” his tone unreadable.

I nod.

“No,” he answers. “Mi forgive her and mi talk to her, mi just avoid her.”

I breathe. “Mi forgive her too cause me understand the situation.”

He sighs.

“Jah Jah,” I breathe, thinking about everything and it’s making me angrier. “So, we are half brothers half cousin,” I say to myself, disgusted.

“Bredda nuh meds it,” Junior says equally disgusted. “Nor say it.” I nod and stay silent, thinking about Skye. She’s Junior’s sister.

Jah Jah God.

“You tell Zara bout wah yuh did see?”

“No..” I reply.

“Why?” He questions.

“It’s too embarrassing and complicated and honestly mi nuh know if she would a pree we different.”

I trust her and she’s understanding for sure but this kind of shit is messy and sickening, especially when I’m not sure who my father is.

“Junior… you think Orion a mi father too?” I ask. Cya believe mi affi a’ ask this.

He’s silent for a while before he shrugs. “Mi nuh sure.”

I curse again.

When I finally drive out it’s almost 7 o’ clock. I stop behind Junior’s Porsche that Suzanne is driving and he gets out. We exchange goodbyes then I head to my mother’s house.

When I reach I realize that her porch is filled with her friends. They’re eating jerk chicken in foil paper.

“This bad enuh,” she laughs as she eats it, then I spot Lorie. She’s sitting in a wheel chair next to some other people and I hiss.

Wah she a do yer?

I slam the door behind me, walking over to them.

“Nicki see yuh sweet bwoy yah,” one of her friend says.

“Night,” I say to everyone as I walk in. They answer and I push the grill open.

“Zahira nuh stop bawl,” Janel says as she meets me. She’s holding her. She starts wiggling when she spots me. I gently pinch her cheek and she laughs.

“She love you enuh,” Janel smiles.

“She miss har mother too,” I say taking her then I spot Jordane playing video game. Zahir is next to him rolling a ball with his hand.

“Jordane, weh you deh pan?” I ask then I hear Jania’s voice. She’s in the kitchen.

“Deh yah a play some game and mi done drink soup,” he says. There’s an empty plate in front him with chewed shrimp.

“Nahmal pree,” I say before picking up my son and he laughs. He starts cooing and I peck his cheek.

“Nahmal Nahmal,” Jordane chuckles. Jania comes out with two cups of juice in her hands, handing one to him. He thanks her then she greets me.

“Hey Nickoi,” she smiles.

“Up,” I smile walking over to the side, picking up their bags. I need to leave now.

“Nick, see some food here,” mommy hands me a plate and I take it from her after putting the babies down in their crib. Everything that Junior tells me starts playing on my mind again.

I’m not mad at my mom and I totally understand.

I’m just wondering who’s my dad. It’s bothering me so instead of staying around them, I mean, my mom who has the answer to my question.

I walk outside and sit on a plastic chair, away from everyone.

It’s a little in the dark but I don’t mind. I want to be isolated.

I start eating.

It’s a shrimp soup and it’s very pepper, I can smell the pepper. It tastes good though.

As I drink the soup, I start asking myself questions, wondering what my mom has been hiding from me. What if my father isn’t really my father? What if my uncle is my father?

Jah know star.

I hear footsteps and I realize that it’s mommy.

I breathe.

She sits down close to me and I stay silent, focusing on my soup.

“Why you never go in a you room if you nuh wah in a the dining room or on the veranda?” She asks.

I take a while to answer her. “Yasso mi wah deh,” I retort.

“Okay, me will keep your company then,” she chuckles, eating her jerk chicken.

She moans. “Akeem deal with the chicken good.”

I stay silent.

I’m thinking about the question that has been plaguing my mind. The women on the veranda are gossiping and I hiss.

“You nuh see how it trashy?!” Marsha laughs, as a big woman.

“No mi loveee,” a slim friend laugh, she looks a little too young to be my mom’s friend.

“The gyal wig tiyad!” The other one say.

Cyaa’ believe woman comfortable a live so. Mi glad how my woman stay enuh because she in a har own lane. Apart from her cousins and mi G dem woman, I don’t see her with friends.

“All other day mi deh down town and she in a it, mi a say no monn!” mommy says while laughing and they join.

Jah Jah.

She a the next one…

Bring the chatting right yasso.

Lorie is laughing and I shake my head. “Why deh gyal deh deh yah?”

“Nickoi stop,” she begs. My mind runs on her saying this to Junior.

I glare at her.

“Just like how you tell Junior fi stop?” I ask her and she’s lost.

I continue. “You always a do foolishness enuh and when people react you wah tell them fi stop.”

“Wah happen?” She asks. I stop myself from going off, instead I put the cup at my head, drinking the remaining soup.

“Why Junior stay away?” I meet her stare.

She shrugs. “Junior just naturally nuh into people enuh, member him antisocial.”

“Hmm,” I hum.

“Is everything okay?” she seems worried.

I stare at her blankly. “No mommy, mi wah ask you a question.”

“Alright… ask,” she says softly.

She’s getting nervous. Too nervous.

I won’t misbehave mommy.

“Be honest and straight up wid me,” I say and she nods slowly. “Junior father a Orion, who a mine, Owayne or Orion?”

Her eyes widens as she gasp.