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, November 17 9:12 am 📍Clarendon
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚟
Lifting the lever at the side of the car, I relax in the lowered seat, extending my aching feet.
My head turns to the side, staring down the country home of Zola. Her grandmother's eyes studying the car, squinting as she pulls forward in her seat.
Hands sliding up and down her thigh, the other gripping the wooden chair hard.
A snicker from me fills the quiet cool space while I wait for Zola to make her appearance outside.
Janelle's name flashes against the screen of my phone further irritating me.
My finger slide against the screen answering it. I click the speaker icon, allowing her voice to gird me.
"Maleek?" She sounds out of breath and I rub my eyes.
"Jan?"
"Jesus, yuh know from when mi a try get in contact with you. I know you said you wanted your space and whatever but remember that I helped plan Azeon's party and there's so much to be done" Her voice sounds so far away from the phone.
"Babe?"
"Janelle" My voice comes out flat as I watch Zola struggle to put on her slippers, resting a big bag at the top of the step.
"Yuh no affi worry bout that, mi have mommy aguh pick up everything that you supposed to have." Silence came after my words.
My eyes shifted from Zola down to my phone, an eyebrow cocked.
I swallow, lifting the phone to my ear while clicking it off the speaker. "Mi shoulda tell yuh from yesideh but we nah too guh extravagant like we did a plan. Jari seh she just want it to be us at the house. So mi just aguh mek Mommy go pick up the things cause mi no want yuh waste yuh time." A dial tone comes right after my lie.
Hissing, I allow the phone to free fall from my hands. Plopping in my lap.
I stretch over my centre console, opening the door for Zola.
"Good morning." She races out, setting the bag on the ground.
My eyes scan her body, noticing she's dressed in sleepwear.
