This story follows a young woman by the name of British whose mother was tragically murdered by sources unknown, this causes her to move back to Jamaica temporarily bringing back old flames she thought she already placed behind her.
Date started: Oc...
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BRITISH SMITH|24
I wondered if I was to get out of the car or not considering the fact that the person's face wasn't recognizable from the distance I was parked at.
Shit.
A little prayer escaped my lips, why mi one suh salt God? I attempted to settle my mind before stepping out, mi nuh waa dead... not right now.
Closing the car with a click of the key, the man began walking towards me. It was drizzling but he continued anyway and no matter the closer he got I still had no idea who it was. I reached for my door keys and attempted to move but curiosity stopped me from doing so.
Mi always hear people say dem freeze inna the moment but ah now mi finally understand wah dem did mean.
I turned around just for a quick second and was shocked by what I saw. Maybe my survival skills hadn't kicked in yet because he was probably one of the hottest men I've ever seen in years. He wore a black button up shirt, black pants and to pull it all together he had on a suede Clarks, and that's when my fight or flight kicked in. What if he wanted to kill me? I needed to open the door.
"Tish, may I have a word?"
Tish...
Only one person called me that name and especially in that tone.
The footsteps came to a halt and I turned once again, finally I came face to face with the horrible realisation, "Amanie, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
My tone was so thick with sarcasm and it was obvious, I could kill myself after calling him the hottest person I've ever seen. He was an absolute menace to society, I could almost gag.
I looked up at him, his black and brown locs flushed over his face, his lips pink as the day he was born. The way he licked them and stared back at me made me remember all of our altercations like this one, how it felt when he looked at me and how nervous I'd get when I heard the sternness of his voice. He was always so fine.
Until he opened his mouth.
"Nuh badda wid e, anno dat mi come ya fa." He cut right to the chase as usual. The need to be his nonchalant and unavailable self always made me wonder if it felt tiring to keep up the facade, I rolled my eyes, "Wah yuh want?"
"Hold dis." He tossed me a key with the Benz logo on it and yet another eye roll slipped from me, mi could a go all night without this inno.
"Mommy seh yuh did ago need wah car, tek dat." He paused, "Condolences."
