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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Thursday, November 1st 11:18 am 📍St.Ann's Bay, Police Station
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚟
With the cloth, gripped tightly by my molars. I clamp my eyes shut and pull my head back.
Fastening the white cloth against the board laid behind my injured fingers.
Grunts leave me in muffled rounds, tears pricking the corner of my eyes, as the pain becomes almost insufferable.
I wiggle my fingers with the little strength I have left in them to check how secure they are against the board.
All advised by an inept doctor that had scuffled her way into the cell, hair messy, clothes sucked tightly to her figure as she moved about the tight space seemingly lost as to what to do.
My mind runs back to the memory of how fear settled in the pit of my stomach as she examined my hands.
How her fingers shook holding mine with silence girdling the air between us.
Through thick almost wing-like lashes, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust. Her chest taking up a majority of my vision brewing a spirit of unease within me.
She stood akimbo, her eyes dragged between my fingers and the big dirty ass bag that she had sat beside me.
Know mi chances of getting an infection were high without a doubt.
Never see a doctor dutty suh yet.
"Weh wrong with yuh?" She asked, tucking her lips into her mouth.
My eyes fixated themselves on her caked face. Her makeup was too many shades lighter than the rest of her body giving her a flashlight look.
With a chuckle accompanied by the shaking of my head, I slid down the wall and extended my hand towards her.
She nodded and moved towards the bag.
"Are they broken?" she asked and my mouth flew open.
Then a which one a we a the so-called doctor?
I was being prepared for my court hearing.
At the time I was unsure whether anyone would show up for me. It had been 3 days since they locked me up in the cell and no one had come to get me out.
