Loving Young (Completed)

Prologue

 
Loving Young : Loving Young and heading towards marriage has been a thing of the past. Now they normalize being whores and fuck boys, treating their bodies like borrowed vessels. Who are they to tell us what we need to do with ours?
  
 
 
 
"Mek mih seet." I demanded just as Jehlan and I exit the Electorial Office in Darliston, Westmoreland.

"Wait nuh babes." He grins, holding unto it as he rushed down the stairs.

"Wait kill man." I hissed, following closely behind.

"It naw kill mih and yaa nuh man. Breeze mih nuh." He laughs, holding his own above his head.

"Whatever." I hissed, stuffing mine in my purse then starts walking in the direction of the town square.

"Babes..."

I ignored him and looked left then right before crossing the road.

"If yuh mek a car claat yuh dung yah, mih kill yuh." He warns and I stopped to laugh.

"Yuh have sense?" I asked.

"Yeah." He chuckles and puts his arms around my waist. "Mih go show yuh when wih inna dih drive. Yuh thirsty?"

"A bit, but mih nuh wah affi a use the restroom every minute." I frowned, walking in the same position which was awkward.

"Ah."

Removing his arms, I held his hand which he changed.

While I'm on the sidewalk, he walks closer to the road.

Mih can always expect him fih a protect mih.

The thought makes me smile.

We got a taxi that will bring us straight to Lambs River which we were lucky to get.

Getting packed like sardine tin, even with me seated on his lap.

"See how mih naw seet now." I frowned, positioning right above his crutch to cause problems.

"Da'Mae, bill." He warns, trying to set me another way but I didn't let him move me.

Best believe the bad back roads had him suffering.

Pot holes fih kill inna some areas and the driver jus a drop inna dem.

I paid our fare and got out quickly, moving towards the taxi area that will take us to Seaford Town.

"Babes." He groaned, and I looked back to see him walking uncomfortably.

I didn't answer him but went inside the loading taxi.

"If mih did know mih borrow mih brother bike." He grumbled, going behind the vehicle to fix himself.

An mek sun bun out mih likkle house color?

"Fawud pon eh front seat, browning." The drivers tells me and that's how I ended up between him and another male passenger.

Through the rearview mirror, I can see how cross Jehlan looked.

Worst how the passenger was putting words to me.

"Sir, mih have a boyfriend and mih nuh interested." I rolled my eyes, looking through my bag for my earphone.

"Wah dat affi duh wid just being yuh friend." He spoke in my face and I almost gagged from the stench of his breath.

"Him roun' there, ask him yuh self." I point to the backseat and he looks back without a care.

I quickly put the earphone in and felt my mouth filling with saliva as I had the urge to spit.

Vomit even.