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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Mistakes
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BRITISH SMITH| 24
The question played over and over in my mind, she wanted to know who I was speaking with and certainly she would want to know why as well. Jayda excused herself and went to the kitchen while Soniya and I remained in the living room, silence washing over us.
"You not gon answer me?" Her face remained pleasant, completely unaware of what I had gotten myself into.
"Yes, I'm just trying to find a way to say it." Soniya might as well had been my mom, she reminded me so much of her.
"Tek yuh time."
I breathed in my last breath before the truth left my lips, "My father kidnapped me around a month ago and I met both of my brothers. That's who I was talking to."
Her hand flew to her mouth the second I told the secret I had been holding in for a while now.
"Jesus savior pilot me! Hopeton contact yuh? And none a unno neva tell me? Suppose him did kill yuh likkle girl?" I wasn't sure if those were rhetorical questions or if I was to answer them, so I remained silent.
"Yuh have any idea how dangerous that man is? Hmm? Me and yuh mada run weh from Spanish Town bcaz a dah same wukliss man British."
I began feeling bad, but I spoke up anyway. "I know Aunty but anno him mi did a talk to a mi bredda dem, mi just lose mommy and fi find out mi have other family who love mi kinda mek mi feel likkle betta." I was being as honest as I could. Mommy gone now fi bout four months and all now mi couldn't bury ar bcz mi feel like once mi do dat me alone, nave nobody fi genuinely call blood relatives.
Mommy run weh from she 19 then move in wid Soniya when she 20 and dem run weh again come Kingston. Anno like mi have grandparents, aunties and uncles. It was just me and mommy. Not even did know a Hopeton mek dem run e last time.
"Dat man doh love yuh, but if yuh insist on keeping in contact with yuh siblings mi naa stop yuh. Just mek sure dem naa nuh intention fi harm yuh." She paused, "Yuh see seh mi naa nuh more pikini? You a like mi one daughter."
"Suh wah mi be?" Jayda chimed in and sat on the couch causing us both to laugh, "My favorite daughter right now because British nuh have a drop a sense." They both laughed and looked in my direction, my face as sour as ever.
Mi coulda laugh inno mi just naa guh pay dem nuh mind, "See how she face look prettier lately, a Amanie do dat inno." Mi say Jayda can chat yf.
"Ah weh yuh naa seh to mi."
They both discussed my love life as if I wasn't present in the room with them, my mind drifted elsewhere though. Jayda was right that's for sure, Amanie did make me glow in every way shape and form. I ate more, slept more, felt more loved and overall I was happy to be somewhere I was appreciated. He wasn't here now and all I could do was pray he was safe.
