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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BRITISH SMITH| 24
It had been two weeks of me ignoring Amanie and moving about my life, I really did fall in love with him but what he did was wrong and I still cannot apologize to Raqueem enough. He didn't report Amanie and I was grateful but that didn't change anything.
Raqueem's baby mama apologized to me and even swore by leaving me alone.
So much happened in the past and I just wanted to be gone and done with this life, I changed my plans and decided that I would go back overseas and make life there work. I was going to miss Jayda, Sam and Tori but nonetheless, there was no reason to stay besides that.
I was currently getting ready to get my hair and nails done since I wanted to be out and about keeping my mind off the things that were slowly driving me crazy. It felt like the world around me was shattering and while I was picking up the pieces I had no help.
So many people wanted the rich life I had been living but if only they knew rich life came with pains and sorrows, sometimes even loneliness.
My biggest fear in life was not having anyone by my side through my struggles but what was a girl like me to do? I had a man who tried to torture another man who I thought could be my man but had a woman, my actual man has been cheating on me this entire time, my mother is dead, my father probably killed my mother and to top it all off I was losing my fucking mind.
Amanie's whole situation was unnecessary, this was something he could have avoided. I had no intention of speaking to Raqueem any further when I found out he had a baby mother and I didn't answer the texts he had been sending me.
Zion was a whole different story, was he even a man to begin with? It felt like I was in a relationship with a person who had a mental disorder. Mind chip in and chip out.
Mom's death bothered me quite a lot if I was being honest, I felt like my heart had stopped beating when hers did and the information accumulated about my father being responsible for her death made it even more surreal.
Things like these were the stuff that drove women to a point of madness. Suppressed emotions were a woman's biggest weakness and all I could do was send my feelings to depth of HELL like Rajah Wild(I am joking and don't condone worshiping the devil).
