The dark green leaves swaying in the wind. Peaceful and pretty, until they were not. Trees were made to provide the world with oxygen, to act as a filter for harmful gases in our atmosphere but here one was sheltering me. The board ceiling of the new house was beautiful, to say the least but why was something so beneficial wasted? Ironic some would say as I laid gasping for air, wishing that even a small percentage of oxygen was left for me.
Something about seeing and actually recognizing his face this time triggered me, he was a ghost from my past, providing me with a constant remembrance of my wrong doings. It was him, the man from that night, the man from the prison. Strained sounds escaped my lips as I reached for my asthma pump. I was now convinced that he was stalking me or i was living in a hallucination because it was definitely not a coincidence.
But mi nuh tink di pill dem weh Spencer prescribe suh strong.
I deeply inhaled the chemicals from the pump, and flung my head back having received no positive reward.
"Fuck" I strained out realizing that my grip on the bedsheet resulted in small tears. I fell lifeless on the bed and remembered the first time we met.
160.....180.....200 the numbers on the speedometer increased.
The adrenaline that powered my actions had now died down and an incessant river of tears glided down my face as I decelerated.
Suddenly, a black Jeep sped past,swung infront of me, and stopped perpendicular to my Mini Cooper.
A tall man from head to toe in black stepped out.
Yea man a dead mi dead now.
"Tindale?" He called out.
I did not reply. I didn't come out of the car either. My hand stayed firm on the steering wheel and feet on the pedal.
"Wah di fuck yuh want?" I questioned back.
"Don't worry about the specifics, I was sent here to help you." He said
Help me? Guh help him mada.
" Um sir move outta mi way please, cuz mi mi nuh know a wah dis. " I said and my stared at my bloodied hands.
They started shaking, almost seizing as I brought them up to my face.
He stood up and watched me, the next second I floored it but my vehicle halted to a stop.
Di fuck?
I hit my head on the steering hoping that it would kill me, or atleast knock me out for a bit. The door was opened and I was pulled out.
"Listen to me and listen carefully." He started
" Mi have people a sort out you sumn, but if you want it fi work you haffi listen to weh mi a seh." He continued and took me to a building I couldn't completely make out the in the dark.
He listed all that his 'people' were doing to help me and all that I needed to do currently. Even speaking about alternatives in the instance that I was caught by the police.
Dah man ya mad?
"Why you feel mi nah guh just gah the station and tell dem the WULL a dis." I said.
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Dangerous Addiction
RomanceI have had my fair share of love, not the type you see in cartoons and movies instead being used, abused and manipulated just because I stood up for my basic human rights. How one could loose every bit of sense they had when infatuated with an indi...
