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“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!”