No escape

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Asia

I was a ridiculous mixture of nervous and upset. I wasn't sure if I wanted to confront him or just act normal. He probably didn't want any females stressing him. He probably just wanted to have sex with me. Of course he wants to have sex with me. That's why he is talking to me. That's why he sent me money twice. I was just a typical naive girl and he was a superstar. Why would he want me? Of all the women ... me? I almost laughed at that. I am pretty sure he just wanted to play with my private parts ... he hasn't yet though but idek what to believe or think.

I was distracted with my thoughts we were ascnding a hill. Me not even did know seh house like dem ya deh a Jamaica. Like ... massive. I was in awe. Like this just helped me to remember that I was just a regular degular girl. Like here I am with my weird, dumb self being dropped off at a Jamaican superstar's house so he could fuck and duck me. Like ... I did this willingly by the way. No one put a gun to my head and said go. I mean I also wanted to go. I wanted to see him. I wanted to let him know that I know he was fucking other girls at my school. I wanted him to myself. I didn't want to share him with anyone.

I sound pathetic right?

I continued to stare out the window.  The driver's phone rang.

"Ye mad dawg" He answered "Me a forward wid ar ya now still." That means we were close. I automatically regretted coming here. I mean I should have told Sam so she could be here with me. Like why did I decide to take my weird, skinny ass to a superstar's house without any company. Oh God. I couldn't turn back now.

"Yh bad bro a drive in a now, fly di gate."

We stopped at a massive gate with an eternal stone case wall. The gate opened automatically and I started to see the actual house. This house was a million times the size of my house and it had a retro-modern look. It was beautiful I can't believe people have enough money to live this type of lifestyle. I was fascinated. The drive way was a shallow slope going up and then it downly descended downwards into a huge garage. There was a red porsche, two bmw's, a honda acura and a crown athelte, plus the jaguar that I was in now. I felt so out of place. I felt selfish too. Sam would love this experience.

The driver hopped out of the car and came around to let me out. 

"Alright b ee boss a forward so just wait yaaso till him reach yzt." He said. The door opened almost at the same time her said that and the moment I made eye contact wid the man mi couldn't even form two good words. He had on a plain white marina and a grey jeans pants. His hair seems as if it was cornrowed in two and he recently pulled it out. He had a kerchief around his neck and one between his teeth while he was kneeding weed in his left hand. His eyes were semi shut just the way hey are always are but the weed he had been smoking seemed to make them lower and slightly red. He gave me that intense gaze he usually gave me. Never taking his.eyes off me once even as he spoke to the driver.

"Thanks fi carry the empress safe mad head."

"Ah mi fada nuh seh a word, crocodile mouth lock and teeh." The driver Shane Skull then prodeeded to jog up the ramp. He was clearly going to some other part of the house.

"Ah bad bro." They seemed to exchange something in codes and I missed it. They both gave each other a mysterious smile. I hope they weren't talking about me. Ugh! Mi just hate how mi akways feel like people a warch ne and a judge me.

His attention was back on me now. His eyes zoned in on the scar on my neck. The way the man a stare pan the scare mi literally feel like he was touching it. Mi just fling mi hair over the side wid the scar and gave him a challenging look. Like a first him a see scar? My dad put it there and it looked wag worse a couple years ago so he ought to appreciate what he's seeing now instead of staring at it. At least him never look like him a judge mi he looked more concerned than anything. He didn't ask about it. He looked me back in the eyes and smiled a little, he could tell that I was giving him slight attitude for unbreakingly gazing at my scar. He still didn't say anything, Idk if he was weird or ig mi just never used to man like that cause ... I am oretty sure nothing was soecial about me so mi did just affi wonder a wah so. 

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