"Shuga Daddy"

We are who we are

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News Anchor: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. You're tuned in to the Midday News on TVA. I'm Samantha Hutchinson, bringing you the latest updates happening now.

Today, we begin with a tragic incident that has shaken the music industry and left a nation in mourning.

Our headline story revolves around the untimely demise of a beloved music producer Andre Simmonds and a young woman who has not yet been identified......

"Jada, Jada ....JADAAAA!"
"Whaaaat " *jada replies groaningly*

"Jada wake bomboclaat up. They just called Andre name on the news. Jesus Christ!

"Nick go back to sleep"
"Badman get up and look pan the TV, ANDRE IS DEAD!"

"WHAT!?? , Oh my fucking gosh! Wait did Hailey reach in??"

" Just shut up so mi can hear weh dem a seh !"
*turns TV up*

whose lives were tragically cut short under mysterious circumstances. Join us as we unravel the shocking details surrounding their deaths and the impact it has had on the Jamaican music community.

In a devastating turn of events, the vibrant beats and melodies that once filled recording studios have fallen silent. We'll delve into the life and legacy of this renowned music producer, whose talent shaped the soundscape of Jamaica and inspired countless artists throughout the years.

Additionally, we'll shine a light on the young woman who accompanied the music producer and explore the circumstances surrounding her presence at the scene. Investigators are working tirelessly to unravel the complexities of this tragedy and determine what led to the loss of two promising lives.

Our reporters have been in touch with key sources and witnesses, gathering exclusive information about the events that transpired. We'll bring you their firsthand accounts and shed light on the possible motives behind this heart-wrenching incident.

As the nation mourns the loss of these two individuals, we'll also hear from the music industry's finest, sharing their memories, tributes, and reflections on the immeasurable contributions made by the departed music producer.

Coming up next, we'll bring you the latest developments from around Jamaica, including updates on sports, local events, and the weather forecast. Stay tuned for more news after this short break.

"No this cya real. Dre dawg" *Nick says shakily while sobbing*

*jada trying to comfort him*
"It's gonna be alright babe"

"Alright? ALRIGHT? How the fuck it fi be alright and mi Bredda dead?
Mi shoulda Neva lef him by himself. Weh the fuck Hailey deh? Nuh him and har man ketch up last night!

A da pussy deh do this to mi friend!"

"NICK ARE YOU HEARING YOURSELF?
"You're not thinking straight right now!
Even though Hailey and Dre had their differences she loved him and you know that!"

" I'm gonna wake her"
*Jada exits room*

Nick picks up his phone and begins to dial

*phone rings*

"Hello?"

"Mad dawg... A Nick"

"Yow fada a wah mi hear a gwan wid Andre bro dis cya mek sense"

"Yea cuz a dat gwan, but mi feel like mi know a who kill him"

" Weh you seh? So wah fi gwan den !?"

"Mi nuh really sure yet suh mi nuh wah you mek nuh move, inna d meanwhile mi wah you follow dah Bredda ya sumn nuh right bout him, ago send cross the picture on WhatsApp now."

"Ah mi get it fam. Suh you feel like a him kill Dre? Da man ya nuh look like him can mash ants."

"You see inna dis life Mad dawg? You cya trust nobody. But we will link, any updates you get or if you see anything out of the norm' mek mi know."

"Ah teacha. Nuh seh forti"

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Jada's POV

*bangs on door*

"Hailey! Haileeyyy! Girl get up!"

Jada continues to bang on Hailey's door.

"Girl.... Mi a come."

*opens door*

"Jada why ya bang on my door suh early in the morning? if it's not an emergency or someone dying let me sleep I had a long night."

"You are so right! Because in fact someone did die.. ANDRE IS DEAD!"

"ANDRE IS WHAT?

"He's dead Hailey.... DEAD!"

"He-he-An-dr-he -Wh-a-t- de-AD?"

"Hailey, Hailey,Hailey... JESUS CHRIST NICK RUN COME, HAILEY!

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Hailey's POV

As I received the news of his untimely demise, disbelief gripped my heart like a vice, squeezing it mercilessly. The world around me seemed to fade into a distant haze, as if reality itself was slipping away. It was as though time had stood still, frozen in this moment of unbearable anguish.

My chest tightened, constricting with a suffocating weight, while a tsunami of emotions crashed over me relentlessly. Each breath became a desperate gasp for air, as if the very essence of life was being drained from me. I clutched at my chest, hoping to alleviate the physical pain, but it was no match for the emotional torment that engulfed me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision, and the room spun in a dizzying whirlwind. I stumbled backward, searching for something to steady myself, anything to anchor me in this tempest of disbelief. Memories of our tumultuous past flooded my mind, the love that had once burned so fiercely between us, now consumed by regret and unresolved emotions.

In that moment, the boundaries between reality and a nightmarish dream blurred. I felt as though I was teetering on the edge of consciousness, on the verge of collapsing under the weight of this tragic news. The room swayed before me, and my legs, weakened by the emotional tumult, finally gave way.

I remember the sensation of falling, the floor rushing up to meet me with an unforgiving impact. The world spun in a dizzying frenzy, and a veil of darkness descended upon my senses. It was as if all the pain, heartache, and shock culminated in that single moment, overwhelming my fragile state.

As consciousness slipped away, I had a fleeting glimpse of his face, his laughter echoing in my ears. Then, there was only darkness, an abyss that enveloped me entirely. I had succumbed to the overpowering weight of grief, my body betraying me as I fell into the realm of unconsciousness, consumed by the loss of the man I had once loved.

In this haze of disbelief and grief, I realized that despite the toxicity that tainted our relationship, it had also shaped who we were. We couldn't deny the impact we had on each other's lives, the scars we bore as reminders of the love and pain we once shared. It was a bittersweet realization that in the end, we were both products of our tangled journey together.

"We are who we are," I whispered into the void, acknowledging the complex tapestry of emotions that defined us. The title of our chapter echoed in my mind, a poignant reminder of the raw authenticity of our connection, for better or worse. In the midst of my sorrow, I found solace in accepting that our intertwined paths had forged us into beings that were both flawed and resilient, forever entwined in the fabric of our shared story.