STEPPING OUT

Chapter 43

My eyes almost drop out of my head and my mouth wide open when I see him standing on his feet.

"A-A-Ackeem..... I stutters his eyes meet mines.

With the duvet still wrap around my body, I climb off the bed and walk infront of him. I clear my eyes out just to be sure that they are working properly before bending down to his feet level.

He remains quiet as I lightly poke his feet while looking up in his eyes.

"You cah walk?" I asks lowly.

"Yes" he answer dryly then walk to the bathroom then later return with my rag as if nothing is happening here.

"Suh no explanation of how dhis a hapm?" I asks, stretching for my t-shirt and throw it over me.

Mi suh guh bathe, bigga matter deh ya suh...

"Wah yuh wah hear?" He sigh, cleaning of his fucking d!ck with my rag.

Really nigga? Unu a see dhis?

"Ackeem mi serious enu, yuh feet suddenly staat working after wah 2 to 3 months and yuh a mek it look like it's not a big deal and mi nuh need nuh explanation and weh di fuck yuh a use mi rag fa?" I snap at him angrily.

"Yow tone dung and watch how ya talk tuh mi, cum siddung yasso" he order me while patting the empty spot on the bed beside him.

"Mi ariite weh mi deh" I hiss my teeth and he glare at me.

"One a di doctor bwoy a kph did seh mi nah go can walk becaz a spinal injury but when mi do the second surgery a uwi, dhem seh the shot barely gaze mi spine dhat cud a damage it and can mek mi cah walk but wen Nelly tell mi bout di set up thing mi get no chuss no body not even you... he looks up at me and I gasp.

Nuh chuss mi?

"Mi affi play fool fi ketch wise suh mi wuk wid dhat fi kno who wid mi and who nuh wid mi" he looks up at me and I couldn't stand on my feet anymore.

Mi knees dhem weak!!! Mi nervous... mi shucketh...

"Nelly know bout all a dhis?" I asks him while I slowly sit at the edge of the bed.

"Yes, mi show him di vibes" he answers.

"Suh mi lef mi fucking life, mi friends, mi job and everything fi a lie?" I get back on my feet forgetting how weak they were a few minutes ago. "How yu fi nuh chuss mi Ackeem? Mi eva let yuh dung?" I asks tapping my chest.

Mi nuh wah bawl enu but mi jus cah believe weh him a seh...

"Afta all weh mi duh yuh and afta yuh get rape, shot and almost dead mi run yuh and fi see yuh a move nice round mi did luk too suspicious... dhen yuh show mi seh yuh genuinely care bout mi b- he walks up to me and take my hand into his but I push him away.

"Don't fucking touch mi, yuh very cruel to mi Ackeem" tears starts dripping from my eyes. "Yuh know the struggles, pains and insults mi guh through di last months wid you... The stress fi see yuh a move a round in a wheel chair, mi fraid fi go out lef yuh alone and the trips back and forth to doctor and therapy.... yuh cah be fucking serious Ackeem" I scream angrily at him.

Muss lie dhis tuh pussyclaat....

He remains quiet just staring at head of him as if he's not listening to anything I'm saying. I walk infront of him and roughly grab his head to look at me.

"Say supm nuh?" I impulsively slap him in his face.

Tuh pussyclaat a weh mi duh?

Him nah retaliate....