Not My Type 3: Alternate World

37. Havoc

📍FLANKERS, ST. JAMES

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So weh she write that fa? Style she a style man?

Across from me is my cousin Rojay. He's staring ahead silently. To how man feel mi d'even get fi click off fast enough.

Consumed by anger, I puff the smoke with clenched jaw.

How we a bounce back from this?

Lying won't work..

Rojay mutters. "Jah know youth," and pinch the bridge of his nose.

I recline in my seat and stare heavenwards. My thoughts flowing rapidly.

She a fool?

How she fi write sup'm like that inna book and man have a reputation? I look to the side, then at Rojay.

"Weh yuh have fi say?"

Might as well face it..

He shrugs. "Never hear nutt'n fam."

I pull the water and down it. I don't move it til' it's an empty bottle. I press the window and toss it outside, still furious.

All next week the man bend.

Think man a joke?

Right now mi would'a shot yuh.

D'even know fi face har and har family dem.

There's a way around this bro..

I breathe out.

Just kill dem..

Shaking my head at those thoughts I look at Rojay again.

"Dawg me swear...."he chuckles awkwardly, looking away. "Me nuh know wah fi say."

Rojay is uncle Adonis' son. We grew up together whenever I came to spend time with them summertime.

I look down at my phone. The thoughts in my head gets me pissed.

How the f— me ago come back from this?

What if this reach me father ears or eyes cause if she write it, how me sure she nuh record me too?

How me fi trust har?