Book 2 of the 'Broken series'
I stared at my reflection, disbelief flooding through me. I swore I'd never go back to him-never again. Yet here I am, right where I said I'd never be.
I should've left that life behind, but it keeps dragging me under...
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Wednesday, January 28th 6pm, Ja time
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"Suh a it dis?" He asks, like my dream i'm unsure of my answer.
"I dont know." I respond,
Yuh wah smaddy kick some sense inna yuh.
His minty breath on my neck isnt helping with my nerves either.
He starts to run his hands along my arms, until they rest on my waist. Now digging his fingers into my side, he begins to place small kisses along my neck.
My mind is telling me to stop, but my body...
Mi cyah mek this happen.
He knows what he's doing...
Before I knew it his hands were up my shirt cupping my bare breasts. He began to play with my nipples and my knees were becoming weak by the minute as my breath heavied.
"Please khalil..." I whisper, thats when my tears finally fall.
Yuh fully yam out now,
I'm ashamed of myself, I cant let him take advantage of me.
"Yuh sure yuh wah mi stop?" His husky voice echoes in my ear.
The temptation is hard to resist...
I turn around in his arms and place my hands on his chest, as I look down.
I dont want him to see me cry
"I'm not going to be a fool for you anymore khalil, yuh just keep a hurt me." I say, but my voice breaks as I speak, exposing my weakness.
Mi shouldnt a let this out, not infront of him,
Be strong Judah,
"Mi nuh mean fi hurt yuh mami." He lifts my chin and I look up at him. His eyes are soft as he stares into my eyes.
He uses his thumbs to wipe my tears
"No badda cry b."
"Why yuh cyah make this easy fi me..." I say he sighs,
