My Jamaican Bhad Man [Under Editing]

Eight 🤍

Amara's Pov||17
Beverly Hills Avenue

A week later.
June 7
Monday

Ever since Fette day, I've been deliberately avoiding Avier. Despite his attempts to visit my house, I instructed my mother not to let him in. His persistent calls and texts from multiple numbers went unanswered as I maintained my distance, choosing to avoid any direct communication.

Bwai...jah jah

And the funny thing is wi school get bomb-threat Friday suh it work out nicely...I didn't have to go to school this week..until e principal thought it was "safe" now you know damn well aint no mfkn bomb.

Tank uh gawd.

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Flash back 🔙
The morning after fette
May 30.

I woke up with a pounding headache with a queasy stomach, from last nights indulgence. The room spins as I tired to piece together the blurry memories of the evening before.

"A when me reach home?...matter a fact a who bring me home?" I questioned myself still trying to remember the events of yesterday.

I sat there with my legs folded underneath myself staring off into space the throbbing headache not seeming to ease up when everything came flooding back.

"..."

"WHAT THE FUCK." I yelled out feeling embarrassed about the whole situation.

I basically through myself at him yesterday.

I grabbed a near by pillow covering my head screaming into it.

Wish the earth woulda just open up and swallow me.

I got up taking my phone from the night stand. It was at 15 precent.

"Suh e smaddy weh bring me home couldn't put it fih charge." I hissed opening it a dozen notifications popping up on the notification bar.

Kaylee 💯💋
Today 4:43 am
Gyal weh uh deh?
Ello!!
Mih aguh sleep n link uh

Today 9:30 am
Bitch a Tek Dem Tek uh weh???
*Missed voice call*
*Missed voice call*
*Missed video call.*
Oh my gosh please answer!
*Missed voice call*
*Missed voice call*
*Missed voice call*