Where we wonder if it's love blooming, or hate.
Azarié, who lacks the knowledge of what it is to love a woman correctly, unintentionally hurts Amiya in ways more than he ever wanted to.
Amiya, meanwhile, is facing unexpected challenges in life. Th...
📍Moylnes Road, Kingston 10 St. Andrew Monday, January 8, 2024
•7:23 am•
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AMIYA XY'AIRAH WHYTE|18
"Likkle gyal, get up fimmi nuh. Get the fuck up!" I heard as my comforter was being roughly drawn off my body, the cold breeze from my fan hitting my almost naked body and making me tense up.
I groan and sat upright, sleepily staring at the woman who wasn't in my life until two weeks ago.
And all she has done is make it hell.
There was never a happy moment with her since knowing who she was, and I hated that.
When I first saw her, I thought we could've bonded like I had always dreamt and hoped for, but she wasted no time to emotionally abuse me—as well as physically.
Sadly, I had to call her Mom.
"Bombclat gyal, get up and guh wash the plate them," I didn't even do them, and my younger brother wasn't far away either. He could've done them.
"Why you nuh guh dweet Janice? Or whamp to yuh lazy body son? Why you wah slave me out?" I wasn't one that was afraid to talk, not even to my mother.
Cah really call har mother though cause she was never there. She only gave birth to me before she gave me to my uncle and sick grandmother.
I drag myself out of my bed, glancing at my door and seeing the state it was in.
She broke my fucking door.
I was mad, but I was also shocked that I didn't wake up through her kicking my door off.
Mhi sleep good man. No sah.
"Don't get bright with me little girl. We anuh size. Me'll fuck up yuh face," The lady is so aggressive, and I don't know where she gets this energy from to treat me like this—but it's there, and it's strong.
I pull my silk shorts down and glared in her direction, deciding it was best to ignore her.
I pick my phone up and looked at the time, my eyes going wide when I saw what the time was.
Suh she wouldn't wake mhi if the plate never did wah do. Don't it?
"Mommy yuh coulda wake mhi inuh. Mhi know yuh nuh like mhi but that woulda be the least" I don't know if it's because I resembled the man that died and left her, but her hate stemmed from somewhere, and he was my only explanation.
