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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Sunday, October 28th 3:16 am 📍Clarendon
𝚉𝚘𝚕𝚊𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐'𝚜𝙿𝙾𝚅
My eyes flicker between the clock on the other side of the room and Shyla's messages.
It's been 7 hours since she sent them and I have been examining them ever since, I haven't even opened two of them. The second was enough to have me against the wall choking.
My breaths have been ragged, my vision blurry and my mind foggy.
It just seems unreal
Some sick joke
Maybe even fairytale
Maybe even a misunderstanding
But the more I stare at the photo of him kissing her the more, realisation settles deep within me.
I mean she's smiling or maybe smirking in the front seat there's definitely that look of fulfilment in her eyes, her behaviour that night we were at Sovereign should have told me everything but I was too naive.
Still am...
My eyes travel back down to my dying phone, my heart sinking at their locked lips.
This was couple goals, he took her out to a fancy restaurant and gifted a photoshoot afterwards.
Something I had to beg Maleek to do, I doubt I have any photos of us in good clothes looking romantic.
Another round of tears slides down my heated cheeks.
My head is pounding, the headache so intense that it hurts to blink.
I swipe my wet finger against the dimmed screen. It loads the third photo more like a boomerang of him and her at the top of Kingston.
A sniff comes from me and I feel the urge to throw up.
I'm more than distraught, my chest hurts so much.
Deciding to not load the fourth, I swipe through the two forcing myself to accept what is there.
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