The Taste of Sin

Down Spiral

"Miss Roberts, please come to the principal's office. Miss Roberts, please come to the principal's office," the PA system crackled off as Mrs Dovam finished her announcement.

Andreanna slowly packed her books together, shoved them in her school bag and rised from her seat. To any one looking at her, she appeared calm and confident. But her insides were in turmoil. Being called to the principal's office meant only one thing.

Drea walked along the corridor of Garvey high. She often times admired the art work against the off wash red painted background. She liked the fact that it told the story of how Jamaica's 4th national hero Marcus Mosiah Garvey devoted his life to the liberation and holistic development of black peoples across the world.

Drea sighed. She knew her rambling on history lessons was just a way to distract herself from whats to come.

"Good afternoon Mrs Dovam," she called to the principal's secretary. Mrs Dovam was a total sweet heart. Being about 52 years or so, she didnt have any grandchildren as her only son died when he was 19 during a crossfire between 2 rivaling gangs. So she showered special students with love and attention as much as she could. Drea was one of those students.

"Good afternoon Andreanna, please go inside. Mr Bravo is waiting for you." Mrs Dovam had her concerned face on.

Drea sighed again, " okay miss."

Mr Bravo was an overweight spanish man. His english was terrible and Drea didnt really like to look at him. His face was flushed, sweat beaded his mouth lip and sweat stain was visible at his arm pits.

Yuck!

"Good afternoon Mr Bravo,"

"Good afternoon Miss Roberts. I have bad news for you. I wish there was an easy way to say this but there isnt," Mr Bravo began.

" I know sir. But my father left us from last year and he isnt giving us money and my mother isnt working so we have no money to pay for the school fee right now but please sir dont stop me from doing my exams sir," Drea rambled on frantically.

"Excuse me?" He asked in confusion, " No Miss Roberts, I called you for another matter. You see, we just received a call from the hospital. Your mother was hospitalized and is in intensive care. Im very sorry Miss Roberts. "

No..no...no...this can not be happening.

The thoughts echoed in Drea's head. And then there was darkness.

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Drea looked at her mom sleeping and her heart hurt. Audrea Roberts was strong but some things were just too much to bear alone. And Drea's mom bared it all. The physical abuse of a drunken cheating husband. The less than nothing salary he brought home that was suppose to miraculously stretch between bills, food and Drea's lunch money.

There were times her mother had no money for food and God bless the little they shared. But somehow...by the grace of God, her mom would say...Drea got through high school and six form. And now Drea stared helplessly at what was once was a healthy glowing toffee colored complexion, now paled to a sickly gray.

Drea's mom lips hang slightly open and a fly pitched on the bottom half. In any other situation, Drea would find it very amusing. But she didn't. She just brushed it away. She was told she fainted upon her the news and was out for about 15 minutes. She had asked to be brought to the hospital the minute she regained consciousness.

The room they gave her mom was tiny, claustrophobic even. The white walls were marked with dirty hands and graffiti. Drea's mother was attired in a blue hospital grub....IV tubes sticking out of her arms.

"A-hem," a voice said,"Excuse me, are you Andreanna Roberts?"

Drea turned to see a male indian doctor peering at her over his patient chart. He seemed to be around mid-forty.

"Yes I am," Drea replied. Her voice sounded strange, tired and strained. She sighed.

"Lets step outside so we can talk," Drea followed the man out into the corridor, closing the door behind her. "My name is Doctor Harish. Your mother is my patient."

"Okay."

"Miss Roberts, your mother was diagnosed with a medical condition called Bradycardia..."

Oh fuck!!

Hey guys...this is my first watty book. I wanted to make it unique so its set in Jamaica. I have some pretty interesting things ahead so please read, comment, critique, like, follow etc. Thank you!!

This story has HEAVY sexual contents so please, only 17+ should continue reading.

omg...soooo excited!!!!