Aurora Gayle - The Pregnancy

I was born on July 3 rd2005 in St. George’s, Grenada to the world’s most unfit parents Atkinson and Jenny Devenish. My parents should have been banned from procreating. My father always made the point that I was a big mistake. Whenever he got upset (this was often) he would remind me that he would be rich if I hadn’t been born. My mother was the most passive person to ever exist on this planet. Sometimes I wish I could slap some sense into her. My father would beat her all the time for the stupidest, simplest things and she would do nothing. I just could never understand why she allowed my father’s verbal and physical abuse. My father could not read and write well. He could barely spell his own name. My mother wasn’t much better than him. My father worked at the St. George’s University in the maintenance department. He worked there for 20+ years. The university had a big medical school where students from America, Canada, England and other countries around the world came to study.

My mother was attractive; her big brown eyes held a striking beauty and her forehead was just as big as mine. Although our features were similar they looked better on her than me. Her skin was as dark as mine and she kept her hair very short because my father would make her cut it at the same barber shop he went to.

He did not like long hair. This was what my mother had once told me. My mother did not work but sometimes she would do an occasional odd job. Sometimes she would do ironing and cleaning for Miss Sonson a rich English lady who lived in a big fancy house in Lance Aux Epines. Lance Aux Epines is where the affluent folks live. Miss Sonson is retired and she would travel back and forth between Grenada and England twice or three times a year. Whenever Ms Sonson was in the island she would sometimes call my mother if she needed help with anything. This occasional job with Miss Sonson gave my mother a little financial freedom from my father and sometimes she would buy me things that he refused to get. My father was always complaining that certain grocery and personal care items were a waste of money. Sometimes I referred to him as “The Tyrant” or “The Dictator” when I found him to be too controlling, and “The Miser” whenever he didn’t want to spend money to satisfy our basic needs. My father was tall and dark and his face had a permanent frown on it. I think it is because he is always angry. I can’t say that he is handsome, perhaps if he smiled more he would be. A lot of our neighbours cannot stand him because they say he is stupid and ignorant. I could not disagree with them.

Pssssst……. Kimon………… Kimon…………. A soft whisper came from outside the window. It must be Jeremy and Jamie, I thought to myself. I opened the window to see both brothers laughing and peeping through my mother’s hibiscus flower plants that grew outside my window.

“Wah allyuh laughing at dey?” I asked with suspicion. Jeremy and Jamie Matthias were always up to no good. It was after 9:00 pm on a school night and I just knew that they were up to something. Sometimes I would sneak outside with them to hangout if my parents were already asleep. I could still hear the television from the living room so I had to check before sneaking out. “Aye allyuh, lemme see if meh ole man still up” I pretended to go into the kitchen for some water. My mother was wide awake watching the Television but my father was fast asleep and snoring loudly to confirm it. I went back into the room, “hold on, ah coming Jamie”. I jumped out the open window in my room and went to see what excitement the boys had in store for me.

“Kimon, wah de ass yuh doing in bed at 9 o’clock?” Jeremy asked laughing.

“You is ah fowl?”.

I Ignored his question, “Wah happen now?”.

Jamie answered first, “Ah have ah video for yuh to see”.

Jeremy looked to his brother then said, “Jamie yuh feel this pussy hole here could handle dah video dey?”

Jamie exchanged looks with his brother, “nah I ain’t feel he cud handle dah”.

“Lemme see de dam ting nah boy”, with that I grabbed the iPad from Jamie’s hand.

“Unlock it”, I demanded. I always envied the two brothers. They had so much freedom. They were always unsupervised. Their drug dealing father could care less about where they were or what they were doing. Their 23 year old step mother Shemicka did not care either. Their biological mother died when they were very young in a tragic car accident and they had no one else but their father and whoever his young lover was at the time. Jeremy and Jamie were my escape from my parents and my pathetic life. They were only 11 and 12 but they knew many things that the average child did not know. They both claimed that they had sex before, knew how to shoot a gun and saw someone die. They also cursed like sailors but I loved being around them. Hanging with them made me feel like I was one of the cool kids. Jamie and Jeremy had everything they wanted. Their father always gave them money and bought anything they desired. In my view their lives were perfect. There was no doubt that the brothers were a bad influence on me but I didn’t care. Suddenly I heard what sounded like a woman moaning. It was the video, but it was not a woman moaning.

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THE PREGNANCY

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