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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Taken?
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BRITISH SMITH| 24
The sound of footsteps making their way towards me was audible, I had no idea why I felt jealous but I knew I felt that way. He didn't notice me directly since his back was turned to me. The sound of keys falling to the center table made the quiet ambiance of the room shake.
"Good night." He spoke sternly still not looking at me, I assumed he either heard me breathing or saw me when he stepped inside. He was wearing a black jacket with matching black pants, he had slowly removed the jacket and was now loosening the buttons down to the wrist of the shirt.
I hummed a response not really wanting to say much to him, the sounds of his belt unbuckling unlocked memories but I kept my composure.
He turned and walked towards me, eyes now on my cleavage. The sleeves of his work shirt I was wearing was cuffed above my elbow displaying the tattoos that were small but non the less visible, his eyes didn't refrain from scanning them.
He was trying to intimidate me.
His eyes went to the picture that was still sitting on the counter, I wanted to ask who A.S but I was afraid I already knew the answer to that question and would probably hurt my own feelings— so I said nothing.
"What is it? You don't like it." The accent was almost perfect, not even a speck of Jamaican was heard. Him definitely a try intimidate mi.
"A.S left it for you, no I don't like it very much." I pushed it off the counter listening to the glass shatter from the impact, he hummed and then relaxed a little.
"Her and I have nothing going on, it's just a few pictures."
"Taken by your ex Amanie? Do I look stupid to you?"
"Mi neva seh yuh stupid and lower yuh voice coz mi and yuh naa argue." His voice was stern but I felt challenged, "Or waa? Or waa Amanie?"
"Or nothing, mi just naa argue wid yuh ova dis coz yuh know mi and Ashl-"
"Doh call dah bitch deh name to mi."
Ashley and I were friends in high school and she knew exactly how much I like Amanie and still made it a goal to attempt to sleep with him and ever other guy I liked. Anno like mi waa mek dis all bout me but him KNOW how mi feel bout ar! Right now if yuh cut mi mi probably nuh bleed.
He looked at me still calm, he shook his head then sighed. "Wah a really e problem?"
"You know I don't like her and you still took the picture."
