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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Blood on our hands
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BRITISH SMITH|24
Today I was home alone because Amanie had to work from 7am to 5pm. He was planning on expanding and maybe even having a whole new location, I was proud of him.
He and I read an old romance novel that belonged to his mother around when they were my age if not a little younger.
I had no idea he liked reading until I realized how caught up he was in the book, he'd pronounce every word so well and would get all the details so you could paint a picture in your mind.
Reading with him felt like one of those scenes from romance movies where the guy would read to the girl creating an ambience of love and comfort m. The night was so peaceful and we ended up falling asleep on the couch together.
Zion and I ain't NEVER did stuff like that since he was always busy, now I know busy doing what or in this case who. I gagged mentally remembering what I heard on the call.
I didn't feel scared at all being alone today but I did miss mom a lot more though.
Being in the house by myself just made me think more about the fact that this was my comfort space with my comfort person— now she's not going to be here with me anymore.
She used to love seeing me walk around here during Christmas time after being gone all year, she said it would give her peace of mind to know that no matter where in the world I was I'd always make an effort to see her.
Dem sumn yaa hurt people soul inno, why di only person who eva mek life worth living did haffi dead?
I ignored the fact that I felt the need to cry and walked over to the breakfast that Amanie made me before he left. Wah mi do fi deserve him?
The second I sat down my phone rang with Jayda's number flashing on the screen, what a gyal fi up early and ready fi chat.
"Mi like how yuh just cancel pon mi suh." I wondered what she was talking about briefly and then I realized that I didn't text her after I got back— two weeks ago...
"A neva even dat inno sumn important did come up and mi couldn't even do nothing fi mi self." I lied— mostly to protect her and selfishly to not have to explain Hopeton's whole existence to someone again.
I preferred to pretend he didn't exist and like he didn't kidnap and threaten to kill the people I loved if I told them what happened.
She know seh mi nuh really engage wid mi fada, growing up mommy tell mi seh a did just waa ute weh neva love we enough fi stay and from then mi neva really care about it like dat fi ask.
