The Sequel to Burns&Bruises
Embark on a poignant journey with Maleek Montique, once a baby now a man shaped by a traumatic past. Thirteen book years post the Burns & Bruises saga, witness the evolution of the once tiny baby into a formidable figure...
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Wednesday, October 10th 7:32 pm 📍Stony Hill
𝙰𝚣𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
"Have you been going?" A groan comes from Maleek and I lift my head from the view of my phone.
"You want me to lie or you want me to tell the truth" A soft giggle of amusement leaves me, and I prop my head up against my arms staring at them.
"Don't get mi irate and stop playing smart Maleek." With a pointed finger, Marion moves towards Maleek.
My smile widens and I spin on the stool, allowing them my full attention.
I should be getting ready to go out with Keira and Ana but this here is pure gold—too hot to miss.
I can count on my fingers how many times Marion has ever gotten angry at Maleek.
"Daddy, I—"
"Don't Daddy mi Maleek. Yuh guh the required session them? Issa yes or no question. Mi no waah no explanation likkle boy!" At his tone, I lean my head to the side, my lips pulled up—surprised.
Maleek eyes shift over to me half filled with tears, I stare back at him my own void of any emotions.
I feel almost nothing towards the situation.
If Jamarion was always this stern with him we wouldn't be in the predicament we are now.
But no he wanted to be the fun parent, the parent that Maleek liked more now we a reap the seed of our failed, no-maybe his failed parenting.
"Mommy" He calls at me as a tear slips down his cheek.
I purse my lips and turn my eyes to Jamarion.
I'm not even gonna get my hopes up cause knowing Marion a tear from Maleek sways him from any punishment he had planned.
"Yuh look pon yuh TD grades them?" My eyebrows rise at Marion's words.
Then this serious, this can't be the same Marion that used to back Maleek when he got bad grades.
"Grades don't determine him future," were his words.
"Yeah,"
"No yeah mi, Mal yuh a 18 an adult yet yuh a move like yuh a boy. Yuh nah guh the sessions that suppose to help me understand why yuh stay the way yuh stay big man. Yuh a drop behind a class. Mi tiad youth, you alone a stress mi." Marion slurs his words and I stand moving to him.
