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.
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Cheers
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BRITISH SMITH|24
Under any normal circumstances I would have been panicking, I had a date with Raqueem in a couple hours and I was gaslighting myself into believing that it was just a friendly outing because what else could it possibly be?
Anno like mi nuh like him, it's just that I've been with nice guys who turn into monsters after a period of time.
Maybe mi need a bad man inna mi life. Someone who mi know wah mi a walk inna so mi nuh need surprised when dem start wid dem foolishness. Is it bad that mi just waa somebody weh ago grip mi inna the throat gently and tell mi fi lose mi attitude, mi waa somebody who ago love mi all when mi nuh understand wah mi a experience. That crazy type of love.
Maybe mi mad still caz men now a days doh waa that, that shit only exists in books, like give me an Alex Volkov or an Ace. Something that's gonna get my heart racing and my legs shaking.
My eyes bounced all over the room before it stuck onto the tv where I had music blasting, I thought back to last night, with Amanie. He didn't seem pleased with the fact that I had a date planned but there was no specific reason as to why he wouldn't be.
This man is so God damn confusing and I have no idea why I like it since these feelings for him weren't there before. These were feelings that I developed randomly and I often wondered if it was even feelings towards him or if it was the way he carried himself.
Did I like him?
I doubt it, he had all the things not to like about a person. He was so arrogant and full of it that it was painful to watch, listening to him talk made me question whether I wanted to pursue men or just turn into a full blown lesbian. Cyaa see mi self a eat front though.
There were so many red flags about this man, like the fact that he might have a girl or two or the fact that he is nonchalant and unavailable to everyone were two main ones that made me cringe at the fact that I just asked myself if I liked him.
Meanwhile there were the things that made me ignore the red flags, like the way he towers over me effortlessly even though I'm the average height for a woman or how he scowls at guys who look at me with hungry eyes, the way he turns whenever he hears my voice. All these could just be a delusion though.
My mind went 300 miles per hour, I thought of everything.
Amanie this, Amanie that. Bomboclaat man a wah this man?
Him anno yuh man. Relax.
My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my thoughts with great force.
