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 7:32 pm 📍Clarendon
𝚉𝚘𝚕𝚊𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐'𝚜
"Good night" She politely says towards Keneil, gaining a soft response back.
My heart plummets to my feet as I stoop down to grab the charger. Standing, I wrap the cord tight around my hand, while turning to face her.
Our eyes lock, hers soft and warm. There's no hint of anger nothing.
But looks can be deceiving.
I know what awaits me the second my feet grace outside the confines of this house.
My eyes shift over to Keneil, pleading for help.
He clears his throat, stepping in front of Mommy's view of me.
How she even deh here?
We talked this morning and I was sure she was getting ready for work.
She hadn't mentioned coming home early.
How she even know that I'm here?
The questions swirl around in my head making me feel dizzy and nauseous.
Feel like mi out fi drop dung dead.
My heart is thudding heavily in my chest, the beats loud in my ears deafening me.
"Zo" She calls again, peeking her head from around Keneil's blocking body.
My hand grips the edge of the bed tight, tears threatening to spill. I can't even move my feet in her direction because they feel stuck, rooted in the spot I'm standing.
"Baby, come on nuh" A hand wiggles—her fingers bent into a calling form. I swallow hard, my eyes trained on Keneil's back as he speaks in a hushed tone with her.
A giggle of hers fills the stiff air and I feel my night's dinner rise up my oesophagus and fill my mouth almost choking me.
I slap a hand against my mouth, pressing it firmly as I rush to the bathroom. The door slams against the wall ringing out a loud bang upon my entry.
I empty my stomach in the bowl, dry heaving. Cold sweat washes me and I lean my sweaty head against the face basin.
Pulling at my blouse, I try to fan myself feeling a sudden hot flash and claustrophobic.
