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Deal
I stretch my arm over to Nickoi wondering how his hand isn’t inside my breast and his breath isn’t hitting my neck. Where is he? His side of the bed is completely smooth causing me to open my eyes.
With my arms outstretched, I pat my hand for my phone on the nightstand. I pick it up and sit upright, squinting to see the time. 1:25 am.
And he’s not in bed?
Without a second thought, I send him a message and hear his phone on the bed behind me.
He’s here.
I raise off the bed, sliding my hand through my robe, tying it as I slowly make my way over to the balcony. I slide the gliding door and look out. He’s not there. Outside cold as hell though.
I walk out of the room, check his office and look down as I pass the bannister to see if he’s in the foyer. The living room. Heisn’t, so I head over to his office door and gently push it. There he is. Something is weird about him though.
His back is turn to me in his recliner as he stares at the wall.
I stop walking.
My heart is pounding against my chest. The room is dark and he seems dark too. “Zara,” he firmly says in a cold tone without looking, making me jump.
“I-you okay?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer.
He’s not giving my husband… he’s giving something else. I start making small steps over to him, the ones you see in a thriller movie when a person is about to die.
Mi fraid, Zara tun back,my subconscious cries.
Shut up, he is not gonna hurt me.
As I slowly approach him I notice that his legs are rocking slowly. There’s a picture in his hand that he’s burning with a lighter. I’m unable to see who it is since it’s already damaged. Who hurt him weh close to him?
There’s a bottle of Hennessy next to him and a tray filled with ash. He’s high, I’m not sure if he’s drunk. He has a blank expression as he stares at it. I mean, as he glares at it.
“You did alright before you leave enuh, wah happen babe?”I ask him. I’m tangling my index through my robe knot because of my anxiety.
“Zara gwaan a yuh bed,” he answers.
Murda,my subconscious laughs while rolling.
That’s what I get for trying.
That’s how an angry person acts anyway. I want to know what’s wrong with him so that I can help him or get help for him him. I won’t allow him to push me away. I won’t.So wife think yes,my subconscious winks.
He’s stressed. He is tired. He looks pale. He isn’t my Nickoi right now and I want my Nickoi back. I touch his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly as I look at his face.
“Whatever happen to you, I want to know,” I say softly. I fork my hand through his hair, gently pulling as his plaits. He finally looks up and our eyes meet. Why him so serious?
Gosh..
“Just leave,” he says harshly. I won’t lie I’m ashamed because I’m not used to him talking to me this way. Maybe it’s better if I leave him alone.
But you cyaa seh yaw wife and you nuh wah handle him attitude. By the way miss, you need fi be there fi yuh man, my subconscious says.
It seems like he realizes that he’s too harsh with me and he adds. “Please.”
