Dangerous Addiction

Revelation

Jazariah's POV

4:33am

Bloodclattt, same fuckry but another day.

As I lay on the edge of my bed, my nightly thoughts that would've been centered around my future, were now focused on hers.

Bianca's.

Insomnia and a deafening silence plagued the air, clouding the little thoughts I had left. I've been in a similar situation to her, orphaned regardless of a present parent . The emotions it evoked made me to feel as if we were the same to an extent, even though I know being in a similar situation didn't constitute similarity of qualities and a moral compass.

But bomboclatt, cya me a talk bou moral compass.

Company is nice, yes,  but the time rarely arises for socialization in my household, and when I seek convo or even mentally prepare for a conversation with anybody at all I think and trail off into a conversation with myself.

"But if me put har out knowing me have the necessities fi help bring har back pon har foot, yuh nuh think dat mek me a cruel individual?" I asked myself.

But still...she anuh my responsibility.
6:30am

My alarm interrupted the most pathetic dream I ever had.

Me? Married? Sick.

I proceeded to tidy my room, almost forgetting the stranger occupying my area . I made my way down to her. Her body curled, almost like a snake shivering in the quiet and the goosebumps that adorned her skin made it a clear message that the air conditioner was too cold.

Harmless lakka dove. Kuh pah yuh to.

Though I had no knowledge of her choice in food, funfetti pancakes was a safe choice, nobody refuses pancakes and it's my favorite, she has to like it. As I walked over with the meal, meticulously scrutinizing every inch of her body. Dark brown, short freshly cut curly hair, a nose as straight as an arrow followed by familiar lips. She had a petite built, a slim waist, hip dips and an average size bottom.

She alright.

"Ahem" I cleared my throat in an effort to acknowledge my presence.

"Yow" I said brushing her leg.

"Morning, thank you." she uttered as I awkwardly shoved the plate and the cup of orange juice in her hands.

The room was so quiet yet so loud as she gobbled up the food, until I couldn't keep my thoughts to myself any longer.

"Listen, me have a extra room, me nah always get up and mek breakfast nor be nuh fairy godmother. Yuh can stay here till yuh get back pon yuh feet, it up to you." I blurted out.

"Fairy godmother ee, I appreciate it and nuh worry u nah guh even memba seh mi deya." I heard her say.

"Mi rules dem simple, nuh use mi personal bathroom, ask before you use anything ina di kitchen, clean up after yourself and if yuh thief a it that. Doh try nutn silly, me nuh fraid fi guh back and do e twenty five to life." I made clear.

I turned my heel and went on my usual call with my dad, updating him about my life and beginning with my health or he would've probed it out of me.

As the day progressed, she kept to herself and watched the television in the living room I gave her access to.

The night fell and as much as I hated to admit it, from the depths of my stomach grew an unusual feeling centred around one name, and as if God himself was reading my mind, the phone rang.