Dangerous Addiction

Business

It's been a week since I've shared the residence with my dad and so far everything had been going smoothly. The square shaped room, painted with Harry Styles posters brought tears to my eyes.

Just as I left it.

Growing up I was awfully obsessed with One direction. I once said I'd sell my body just to be able to afford a concert ticket.

And mi probably still would to be honest

I looked at my face, realizing that it was slowly but surely looking plump again. The look of stress that took over disappeared and only laugh lines could be seen. My dad has been unusually caring. He checked upon me quite often and also tried his best to prepare my favorite meals since they'd been away from my tastebuds for years.

Hmm.

"Yuh lay dung yuh big toe inna dis dadz."
I giggled commenting, savoring the taste of the funfetti pancakes.

"How many time must I have to tell you to speak properly Jahzaria? It's been years, ever since you went to that little run down high-school, it's like you've just taken up their self degrading way of speaking." He stated as he positioned his self in the chair.

Bruk vibes e

"Cool nuh daddy" I said in an effort to turn the conversation another way. For some odd reason my father hated 'raw' patois as he called it. He described it as being improper and vulgar even though it was our native language.

One ting bout me though, mi just nah guh business.

"But thanks, I knew you'd like it, it's a recipe from the best, your mother." He said with a wholesome smile.

A smile on my father's face was rare. Even when mom was alive, it was either a worrisome look, a look of displeasure, disappointment or the most known, a look of disgust. Mostly aimed towards me, so it was weird that all of a sudden he was willing to mend our relationship.

But mi nah seh nothing.

"Thanks yere daddy, me ago clear up some things a the bank and see if me can get a work inna the meanwhile." I stated as I made my way from behind the dining table.

"Jahzaria, with your record, do you think people would be willing to just give you a job?" He questioned with a face expression I remembered clearly.

"Weh yuh mean daddy? A sixteen subject me one have eno." I said confidently

"Thanks to me for spending all those millions. Well, see what you can do." he mumbled as I exited the room.

Dat wid you now.

I hated a person who made it seem like your success relied solely on them, because mine most definitely did not rely on him. I worked my ass off in high school to get my subjects. Sleepless nights, when other students were out partying or wasting time my friends and I were studying...not to be that girl.

And as a gyal weh used to knock out from nine, di twelve and one o'clock life neva gree wid mi at all.

"Jahzaria!" His voice echoed as I made my way through the gate.

"Wahm daddy." I said flatly looking back.

"Take my car." he said sternly

"Mi good man, mi will walk." I said taking up the keys from the table.

It's almost like he wasn't even trying. One minute he talks about how much he wants us to have a good relationship, the next he makes it difficult. I am an adult, yet he treats me like a teenager.