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
The face that greeted me was a familiar one but not one I was pleased to see, Zion.
"Hey babe, you didn't tell me Jamaica was this hot." He spoke, the American accent thick.
Oh? Hell hotta... doh worry.
He closed the car door behind him and that's when I realize he wasn't alone, there was white girl coming out of the passenger seat, someone I wasn't acquainted with.
The level of disrespect that was radiating from him was so embarrassing, I wanted to cry more than I already was. The people sitting here after the funeral were people I had the most respect for and for him to embarrass me in front them, not once but twice felt like a deep cut with a knife.
When he called me 'babe' the look on the Burnett's face was one of disgust, it was obvious she was the one I heard moaning on the phone.
That night taught me everything I needed to know about him as a man, he didn't respect me not even one bit. To have sex with a girl openly because I was out of the country was so low, he didn't even wait until my mother's body was cold...
Then to bring here...
I was livid.
He walked closer to me who still stood in disbelief, he was playing in my face with no remorse and had the audacity to go in for a kiss as if I was some dumb bitch.
I slapped him with all my strength that I had left, tears wanting to escape me. I just buried the love of my life, this was way too much for me to handle all in one day.
"You have some nerve showing up here." Some people didn't deserve the common courtesy to explain themselves and my point was proven further by him showing up here and taking her with him to MY house.
"What was that for?"
"Don't play dumb."
He let the mask slip. He screwed his face sourly, looking at me with pure hatred as if he'd been pretending to be happy to see me.
"You ungrateful little bitch, I came here to support you after the death of your mother and you embarrass me in front of whoever these people are." He somehow managed to flip the blame all on me.
Amanie's grip tightened on his gun, "I suppose I am ungrateful and because I am ungrateful that's why you shoved your short UNCIRCUMCISED dick into another bitch who is just as nasty and classless as you are?" I paused to laugh, "Oh and since I'm ungrateful, I should've been excited when you came taking someone you slept with to my house the day of my mom's funeral?"
