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Kyra's POV
5:10 p.m.
"I will kick dung dis bloodclaat inno." Paige mutters, knocking on Mikayla's front door repeatedly.
I will help you...
"HELLO" she screams.
"OYEEEEEEEE"
"BOMBOCLAAT GYAL"
Paige please, what if she hears the screaming and knows that we are onto her?
It'll scare her away and maybe she won't come outside.
I walk up to her and tap her shoulder.
"Girl act calm, when we reach inside yuh get angry and start swing" I try to convince her.
Calm before the storm.
She neva hear of that saying before?
Her eyes widen. "Swing? Nah girl"
"Look pon this" she says and I watch as she pulls out one of Mommy's sharpest knife from her pocket.
My eyes widen.
A when she tek up di knife?
I didn't even see.
"Stab mi ago stab up dem bloodclaat"
No Paige, no.
"Paige if dem dead a jail yah guh inno" I say, trying my best to talk her out of it.
She scoffs.
"Mi nuh give a fuck, if a dirt a dirt"
"This bitch weird and a dat she deserve" she adds nonchalantly.
"Death"
She is bu-
I hear the front door swings open, interrupting my thoughts.
A hope anno her mother or her fat-
My eyes travel to the door and I watch as Mikayla stares at us with a confused expression on her face.
She was dressed in her bed robe, with a bonnet over her head.
You're about to get fucked up girl.
"Oh hi gu-" before she could finish her sentence I watch in horror as Paige jumps on her and they fall to the ground with a loud thud.
Oh my god.
"Yuh-" Paige brings her hand back and lands a punch in Mikayla's left eye.
"Dutty-" she punches the right eye.
"BITCH" then she punches both eyes at the same time.
Shit...
I just know that hurts.
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It's Complicated
Romance"Kyra look pon mi" he lifts my chin up so my eyes could meet his. "Just say the word and we leff right now, yav dah power deh ma" he says, eyes never leaving mine. "The word?" I ask and he immediately opens his phone, dialing her number. "Ah, watch...
