Influence by You

Chapter two

This is one reason why I hate stepfathers, because when they get too comfortable, they're sexually attracted towards you. They whisper in your ears telling you how sexy you are and how they want to bend you over to let you feel what they have in their pants.

Only God above knows what he will do when I finally get kicked out of that house. I only hope that I will be able to make it to my grandmother's house before he gets a hold of me.

Yes, both Zora's mother and grandmother know that he is trying f**k me. That so-called mother only felt jealously, as if she were not my birth mother.

“Girl, remember you have space up here, because mama will gladly have you. Oh, make sure you go to mama,” she said, while Jordan went to chat with a man.

“I can bet that woman is planning to kick you out very soon, because one thing is for sure, she doesn't owe mama anything, so I don't know what the money is for,” she explained, but I still don't understand because she only said to give it to my granny with an attitude.

I don't think she's planning to kick me out as soon as Jada is saying, but I have to accept the unexpected things, though.

I sighed and looked down in the yard behind the shop. I feel like going to Grandma now. “ Alright, I will think about it, I'm going to see grandma,” I said, getting up from the chair, going down to the house, and I saw grandma sitting on the bench under the tent.

“Grandma!!” I called out to her, causing her to look up at me.

“Sweet girl, you're here, come here, come give me a hug,” she said happily, and I hugged her tightly, then we broke the embrace, and I sat next to her as she looked at me through her reading glasses.

“Surprisingly, you're here, and it's not Sunday,” she said, placing a small rag on my exposed legs.

“Ohh, your ex-daughter-in-law sent some money for you, don't know what for though,” I said to her, pushing the money to her, and the worst part about it, it's 1000JMD. This money can't even do a thing in Jamaica, it can only buy one small box of rice and pea and chicken.

“Who is she giving that to? It'd be better if she kept her money and bought food to give Zora,” she said, disappointed. She didn't take the money, so I just put it back in my short pocket.

“Nevermind that, I have something for you,” she said, getting up from the bench, and I followed behind her to her bedroom, which looked luxurious. Grandma's sons really took care of her.

She searched through her drawer and pulled out a box. “Here, your father sent this to you,” she said, looking down at the box she was handing to me. But my father, all my 18 years of life, my father has never called or looked for me, and it's two years since I moved here and found out about my father's side of people. One thing that still puzzles me is that, when I moved here, my mother and my grandmother were cussing for what reason I don't know, and it was awkward when they were trying to get close to me because they have been asking how I have been managing for 16 years, asking if I needed anything etc. It did feel too weird for me and they never once mentioned my father to me, so I don't even know his name.

“Will you accept it, as an apology? There's a letter in there, so read it when you have time,” she said, grabbing my hand and placing the phone in my hand.

“OK, no problem, I will…” I said, taking it from her as I stared at it, and didn't know what to think about it. She lightly touched my shoulder and walked back out the door to the bench.

“Grandma, I'm leaving,” I said, waving to her. I went back up in the shop, only to see Jada talking to a guy while sitting on his lap, but this girl had a man.

“I'm not seeing what I am seeing right now,” I said, in a joking tone.

“Girl, I know deep down you're not blind,” she said, hugging him even tighter while his hand played with her stretched marks cause she is wearing shorts, shorts but shorter than mine.

“Hhahha, you better mind your granny, come see you like this,” I said, laughing along with my words.

“Anyway mi gwaan now,” I said, leaving the shop through the back door and walking through the gate. I could feel an eye boring through my chocolate skin.

I turned to look behind me and met a pair of dark eyes staring at me as if he were studying me.

I didn't pay him any mind and just went home, only to see Zora's mother and her man cuddling. He moved away from her and sat upright, staring at me as if he wanted me to be jealous or to say something to him.

“Why yuh come back fah” the mother said, looking at me with a dark look in her eyes as if she wanted to kill me.

“Don't I live here too?” I said, in a calm voice, but she stayed quiet for a while, and just as I was about to walk away.

“You soon nah live yah,” she spoke up, as a warning, but I didn't listen to that and just walked to my room and locked my door completely.

I place the box on the table and drop down on my bed, then let out a long sigh. Life is hard on me.

Knock knock

I sat up on the bed and looked towards the door, wondering who that could be…

Knock knock… Mora…

As I heard that name and that low voice, I knew who exactly it was.

I got up, walked toward the door, and opened it. I saw my sister Azora, but they called her Zora.

“Yes, what do you want?” I said to her without an attitude. She came here to pity me again, doesn't she feel tired or something? It's evening now. They should leave me alone till tomorrow again.

“You hate me, Mora, mi nuh do you nothing enuh, we a sister, we suppose to look out for each other,” she said, keeping her composure and trying to get me to open up to her.

“You and I know fully that our worlds are different as much as we share blood,” I said to her, leaning against the door.

“Ahh baby, mek, we have another girl child nuh, me need one like my Zora.” The voice travels close to my room as if they are walking towards this way, before I could process what's going on, I get pushed into the room and Azora locks the door from inside.