Bad Man A Weh She Love : A Jamaican Love Story

My Bad gyal

Now, in the living room with my father, watching a documentary of Jesus Christ, I got a text message from Prince

Getting out of the sofa, I quietly went out the door not wanting to wake up my sleeping father.

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Now, in his room, sitting on the side of the bed, while he wraps up his weed in a rizla paper.

"Suh weh yuh seh yuh wah show mi ?"

He then went over to the dresser, taking out his gun, he began to move closer to me

Stepping backwards to avoid him, he then went closer and grabbed onto my waist.

"Weh yah try run guh ?"

He said rubbing the gun on my nipple.

"Listen, mi nuh wah yuh a run from mi juss because mi avve gun, suh wull dis."

He then handed me the gun, I was shaking in fear, my palms began sweating.

Taking the gun from him, I took a deep breath and stared up at him.

"Suh wah mi fi do ?"

"Shoot mi."

Wah yuh juss seh?

He then took a few steps back and said it again

"Shoot mi."

"A joke yah mek ?"

He was serious, his hands folded together, he closed his eyes, waiting for me to pull the trigger

Closing my eyes, I pulled the trigger.

The room was silent, I didn't hear any sound just the click of the gun as I pulled the trigger.

Opening my eyes, I saw Prince, he smiled at me warmly.

"A suh me know seh yah my bad gyal enuh, yuh brave enuh mi gyah,"

"Wah mek yuh mek me do dat fah, yuh nuh tink seh mi did fraid too?"

But yuh still pull di trigger, suh yuh nuh fraid a di gun no more.

Shaking my head, I said no,

Taking up back his spliff, he took a puff and then handed it to me

"Taste it,"

Taking it from his hand I took a puff, I suddenly began to cough uncontrollably.

He began to pat my back, he leaned over and said

"Mi love yuh enuh."

Smiling at him, I replied

Me too.

We then embraced each other but then we heard a knock at the door.