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°Deanne's POV° 9:10 A.M.
🎶Nice to meet you, I'm sorry. I'm just here to do my job. Nice to meet you, no running. Please don't fear me, I'm just karma...
Let me dance for you, I'm sorry. You'll wanna love me strong, then I'm gone. This feeling's just for you and your wrongs. I am just here to do my job...!
Devil in disguise (oh)... 🎶
My head bops as I sing along to Summer Walker's 'Karma', adjusting the earpiece that's in my right ear as I meditate on the lyrics.
I've been playing my 'I Hate Men' playlist, on repeat, all morning, to keep me company while I wash.
Don't know why, but I thought it fitting...
After what happened yesterday, mi pledge fi stay FAR from man fi the rest of my life!
Because this cyaaa real...
After mi embarrassed miself so, yuh mad?
Rubbing the remnant of sleep from my eye that's burning, I click 'replay' on my phone, before tucking the device back into the waistband of my short biker shorts and flipping the hem of my shirt back over it.
I've been up from after 7 o'clock this morning, and all now mi cyaa feel the energy fi do noth'n. Mi coulda wash tomorrow eno, since mi nawh go a school, but mi a try use washing as a distraction from the thoughts that have been plaguing me since yesterday.
The entire night, nothing named sleep came my way. Every time I closed my eyes, Driva's eyes raking over my naked body flashed across my mind.
Almost like it was taunting me.
No sah...
It must had been my karma for going back on my word about hating men.
But, ever since mi towel decide fi star its own show and expose mi body to a complete stranger, it's like mi cyaa come back to mi senses. Yuh woulda believe say mi bawl?
Lone tears to pussyclaat.
Aye! It's like mi did know say mi shouldn't go the funeral eno. From mi family war; to telling the man say mi can tek hood; to that--everything just tumble dung pon mi one time so. Then, just as cheap we label the whole day as: A Series of Embarrassing Events. Don't it?Because...wah else?
