Rochelle sket chapter 18

"What the fuck do you mean."

"You have the same father."

I looked at her and I could tears rollin down her eyes.
"You're chattin shit."

She shook her head, "Your father's dad was rupert."

I stood up and walked to the wall, the bitch kept going on, "me and rupert knew each other from back in Saint John- we were going to get married but he fell in love with this italian girl who lived in our town, they had a child- a baby boy- Nomis father- mixraced boy almost as light as light itself and so I got married to a cousin- me family saw nuthin wrong with it but i was so ashamed- so i ran away to London with me baby girl, we were safe here and she grew up and one day she brought home a boy, a mixraced boy as light as light itself- it was ruperts boy, he said rupert was here alone, his wife had died and so he was living alone with rupert- i hated the idea of gladys and rupets boys together but then she got pregnant with you and ruperts boy left her- for some girl from east africa, what we were supposed to do with you- your mudda was too stupid to raise you and i was too old, i called one of me friends from harlseden who had a son- and he agreed to marry gladys and raise you as his own- it was miracle you came out so dark because people would have asked questions- then a few years later- after ur mudda had died and i tort u had died i saw rupert and the grave yard and he told me his son and his son's wife had died in accident and dat he was raising his grandaughter alone."


"Nomi."

"I wish i had told u earlier," she cried,
"So my dad isnt really my dad- it's Nomi's dad."
"Yes,"she cried.
"Then me and michelle aren't really sisters," i said with a tear rolling down ma eye.
"no."
"So i was abused by a man who wasnt related to me because u were too lazy to raise me alone."

"We knew he was touchin u and we knew his bruddas were too but if we said anytin- he would left ur mudda, den shed have nuttin."

"So you let a man and his family abuse me because you didnt want to be poor."

shirley sobbed as she nodded.
i spat in her face.
"You saw all dem times i cried to you about it and u called me whore-you knew it was true."
"im sorry."

"get out," i said.
"no no," she sobbed, "please i have nothing- ruperts dead- they want to put me in a home-u wouldnt let dem put ur own grandmudda in a home."

I looked at her and said quietly, "I'm dead- remember?".

She slowly got up.
"Tell them i'm ready to go on your way out- and grandma- you know what will happen to you if you tell anyone about me," i said with my eyes facing the wall.

"Rochelle," she said, I looked to her, "If u let me go- this is the last time we'll lay eyes on each odder in this life."

"Yes."

"Rochelle- please give me a hug."

I looked at her and gave her a blank stare.

"he goin to kill us both rochelle."

"whose gonna kill us?".

"He's been followin me- and he knows you're here."