Dangerous Addiction

Precarious

Jazariah's POV

I clutched the Popeyes bag to my body making my way across the road to my car. I looked around analyzing the chaotic Kingston environment, the familiar vehicular sound played out all around, but my mind was steadfast on one thing.

Da chicken sandwich yah weh ready fi mi tear it up.

Cars formed queues at the intersection impatiently waiting on the traffic light to change it's colour. I quickened my pace knowing the light was bound to change in the seconds to come when a taxi man revved his vehicle and advanced towards the pedestrian crossing I was on.

"Anuh dat lick mi down." I said and stopped infront of the white probox.

"Move fra outta di way nuh oman." The man who looked as if he was in his early 30s said.

"If yuh cya bloodclaat wait two second good mi wah you tek you ole pop dung car an run mi ova pussy."  I said, rolled my eyes and walked off leaving him there to bicker.

I finally spotted my car noticing an unusual item neatly tucked under the windshield wiper. A red rose and an envelope. My eyes immediately scanned the surrounding area attempting to find the individual who was responsible, but i was met with a field of empty cars.

My fingers trembled while I picked up the note, as an attentive movie watcher I've always seen scenes similar to the situation I was currently in. Young girl finds note in an empty parking lot, the next second she is wheeled away in a black truck. With my paranoia increasing by the second I relocated to the most central and populated area in sight, the Popeyes store.

Nah catch me a slip up, mi know betta dan dat.

Sipping on my juice, I contemplated if opening the letter would've been the wisest decision, a bubble of thoughts set me in a trance which led me to unknowingly walk straight into somebody.

"Shit." I said not looking up seeing that my grape soda had turned his white shirt purple.

"Jazariah?" the voice said. I looked up and it was Mr Spencer, my therapist. My mouth twisted in fake disgust.

" A wah now, you come fi tell mi seh fast food ago make mi bipolar? " I said folding my arms over my chest.

He chuckled.

"No eno, I just wanted some tenders but if you choose to believe that I can't stop you." He said, looked down at his shirt, then around at the people who were staring.

" Yea, sorry bout dat, likkle bleach and you good." I said and he shrugged it off like getting spilled on was just another part of his day.

"It's cool, would you like me to refill your drink? I can just imagine how thirsty you are after that oh so informative session." He said.

Mi nuh licky licky eno but mi did thirsty fi real.

I threw away my cup and was handed another.

"Alright, I have to leave now, see you soon." He said and collected his food and I nodded in reply.

An hour passed and I remained in the Popeyes dining room with the card in my hands. Who was it from? What did it say?

"No sah gyal, a suh di bwoy buddy trang?" One of the janitors said to me as she swept the floor.

"Huh?" I replied confused.

" Wull time you sit down wid di piece a flowers and note a watch like a TV. It nah kill you fi open it eno." She said and continued sweeping.

Too bloodclaat nuff.

I ran my nail under the seal of the envelope.

Velvety skin
Tantalizing eyes
A beautiful lady
With an astonishing smile.

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

A wah dis?

Mussi one a dem promotion ad deh.

Valentine's day was coming so it was very common for small businesses to go around in the streets and promote their products.

Who wouldn't? 

The heart of the city held many different backgrounds so locating a target market would be simple.

Wrong smaddy dis doh.

I crushed the paper and disposed of it along with the rose on my way out.

Bombah, look how mi nuh eat mi food yet.

As I drove, I mentally noted my plans for the evening which included finishing up a series, washing my hair and thinking about my breakfast for the next day.

My teeth sank into the sandwich, the pleasing contrast between the soft bread and crunchy chicken released a great amount of serotonin in my head.

Sumn bout dah food ya.

I felt peaceful, finishing up my meal and vibing to the dancehall music sounding from my radio but my foot was slammed on the brakes and my hand on the horn as another driver in the lane beside me recklessly swerved, almost hitting my car. I rolled down my window and stuck my head out.

"A BET SEH MI RUN YOU OFFA DAH ROAD YA!!"  I shouted.

Ole fawt.

I hissed my teeth and continued driving. Inhaling and exhaling multiple times helped me to partially control my anger but it could only do so much. With my eyes fixated on the road my hand searched through my bag. If I were a cartoon character, undoubtedly steam would've  been coming out of my ears. I hated the level of control this 'disorder' had over me, my emotions were all over the place and it took the smallest amount of irritation to completely tick me off. My hands stopped over the familiar bottle and I took out two of my prescribed pills.

Such is life.

Soon after the gates of my house were in view and I made my way inside.

" Who eva in ya betta lif up eno. " I said the line I repeated every evening I came home.

I looked through the fridge thinking about breakfast options.

Mi nuh wah nuh porridge.

"Chuh is like a egg sandwich mi affi guh wull a mawning eno." I said, closed the fridge door and headed to my room to get rid of the road germs from my body.

Something about getting clean after a day outside really did something for me.

Mi nuh know how people nasty eno.

The cocoa butter body bar paired with an aromatherapy body wash made me feel light as the last of the hot water trickled from my shampooed hair down into my face. The release of the day's tension did me well and to obtain an even higher level of comfort, I grabbed a snack and sat down, determined to complete my series in one night.

Unknown's POV

She threw back her head in laughter and kicked her feet watching the images displayed on the screen. I smiled as I watched her through the window. She was so beautiful and peaceful in her natural habitat. Her curly hair was caught up the back and the robe which encapsulated her body was very inviting as the split rode further up her thighs. I bit my lips. The things I'd do to smell her, to touch her, to love her but my libidinous thoughts vanished as I heard footsteps behind me.

"Sir, yuh looking for someone?" A middle aged man from the property beside hers asked suspiciously eyeing me.

Fuck.

" Oh...um yes, somewhere actually, do you know which road I can take to get to Springdale?" I asked and smiled.

" Springdale a just out di road man, drive out to the one way and it's the first left when you going to the main road." He said

"Ok thank you." I said, got in my car and watched him walk away.

I knew her, she knew me, yet here I was sneaking around to catch glimpse of the angel I was destined to make mine. Devious, some may say but it was all going perfectly according to my plan.