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, November 7th 3:21 pm 📍The Queen's School, Kingston
𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝙾𝚅
"What did uncle say?" I spin in the chair turning fully to Javel throwing myself against the back of the chair.
I ease off the 4-legged metal a bit pulling at my skirt for it to create creases far up my thigh. I resume my position on the chair relaxing with a sigh.
"He's upset because I won't tell him what happened." I pause at the rolling of Javel's eyes. A hiss escapes me and I continue. "You know how he gets. He would want to involve the law and that would put them all in trouble. I will be the bigger person and say that I deserved that ass handing that Shyla gave me. What we did was f'ed up" I wallow in disgust and regret at our actions.
A scuff comes from Javel before she giggles, pulling her bag up from the chair a little way, away from us.
She stands from the chair and grabs her bag, putting her hands through the straps.
Eyes narrowed and her face twisted up, her head bobs a little as the violent taps of her shoes against the cemented floor fill the almost vacant lounge.
She steps closer. "Yuh a hear yuhself Jan. Like seriously, yuh that yam out that you won't even allow uncle to press charges. Them coulda almost kill yuh." My hand reaches out and I wrap my fingers around her wrist pulling her towards me.
Angrily she stares down at my pouted face. My eyes are bright with softness.
"Let it go Javel." I plea and she roughly pulls her hand away from my grasp.
A snarl of rage comes from her filling the stiff air between us. I stare up at her, my eyes bleeding with plead.
Scraping the chair against the cemented floor, I lean my head to the side holding her stare.
She hisses and drops her bag back down into the seat, a clink ringing out into the space.
I smile, turning my attention back to the planning we were doing before she interrupted it with her silly question.
I lift the book and place it on the desk between us, my fingers swapping back and forth showing her the things I have planned.
"She will like this one" I point towards the more expensive gift.
Azeon's birthday is just a few days away and I have been helping —if you call it that— Maleek to plan it.
