Karalana Atalyia Campbell
"Tristen, a bawl yaah bawl? Mi sarry, mi neva meant to dweet." Mi seh as mi approach Tristen who a circle round him car a look pan e damages. . .that I caused. Him move weh from mi.
Not a word come from him mouth afta mi come back wid him car. Issa Saturday and him leff mi gone and Daeja gone a Clarendon from yessideh. . . Suh mi did bored!
"And yuh decide fi guh drive the man car and scrape scrape it up?"
A juss innah e scheme and back. Mi neva guh pan no main road.
"Yuh know how much fi it? Yuh have money? Yuh dis nuff. . .that wid you."
"Dawq, weh mi fi do wid yuh? Cause lately yaah act like some likkle pitney weh nuh have no sense."
Mi pout and look down. Him kiss him teeth a walk pass mi guh innah e house not before slamming the door shut.
Ouch.
Mi jus did a practice. After a minute of waiting I went inside. Mi neva see him downstairs suh mi think him upstairs innah him room.
Man vex lakka bull yah now. . .
"Trissy, ohhh. . .Tristennn. . ." I called out as I slowly opened his room door. Mi look in deh fi see him lay down pan him back.
Mi guh siddung beside him and him move ova.
Shameee.
"Tristen. . .Wah that fah?" Mi ask.
Him nuh reply and mi continue "It's just a few scrapes. Yaah gwaan like a nuh simple thing that fi yuh fix back."
And him kiss him teeth. "Think a that mia worry bout bredda? Suppose yuh did hurt yuhself or mi baby. . weh yuh woulda tell mi seh?" He asked turning to look. . .no glare at mi.
Guess mi neva did a think bout that.
"But babe. . .Nun nuh happen, seet deh mi alright." I reassured him.
"Yuh even have a license?" He asked and I looked at him offended.
"Of course mi have license. . ." I defended.
"Yuh devu know how a license look."
Girl. . .if yuh mek mi haffi slap yuh! How yuh nuff suh?
"Like the smaddy weh gi yuh neva have nuh sense." I gasped and hit him on his arm.
"How dare you insult me like that?" He rolled his eyes and turned around. Like we a share Bluetooth or sumn. Cause him deh act like mi, and mi deh act like him.
"Babe, uh still vex?" I asked moving to straddle him and he didn't protest.
That him want man. Him only put him hands pan mi waist and nuh seh nothing. That nuh enough. . . Mi need him fi talk. . .
Mi start whine pan him and then him squeeze dung pan mi waist.
"Doh tek up weh yuh cyaah manage. Ova a month now mi nuh fuck. . ." I pouted and he looked at me.
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