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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Friday, January 3rd 10:03 am 📍Norman Manley International Airport, 🇯🇲
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚟
A sigh escapes my parted lips at the scorching sun and the glistening blue waters from an overhead view.
Finally back into the acidic culture and land of saltness when it comes to me. I shift a bit in my seat to allow Mommy to properly rest her head, another round of coughing comes from her prompting me to wrap my hands around her even more.
"We are safely cruising over the breathtaking sun-kissed island of Jamaica we are approximately 20 minutes away from landing. Please take your seats and enjoy the view as we prepare for landing." The pilot announces, and I stretch over Mommy's body to buckle her in, she stirs for the umpteenth time before fluttering her eyes open.
"We land yet?" She coaks out in between coughs, I shake my head coupled with the shaking of my hand to get the blood flowing back in it.
Giggling she squeezes my biceps while offering an apology. "Yuh need some DPH." At my words, her giggles turn into a loud outburst of laughter gaining the stares of the other passengers on the plane.
Confused, I stare at her. "Wah?"
Snickering, she shakes her hand at me, "Nothing." She buckles in herself better before glueing her attention to her phone.
My mind drifts to Zola, as I drum my finger against my phone screen. We haven't spoken in over a month.
Not even know if she still living.
No form of contact, not even a story view on Instagram.
A chuckle leaves me at the thought.
Blocked on all social media platforms, down to all Tiktok. "Weh sweet yuh?"
With a wide smile, I turn my head in mommy's direction, chuckling more at the smile tainting her lips. "No yuh daughter-in-law" Her eyebrows cock at my statement.
She looks away to her bag, gifting me her palm. "Maleek please" she laughs.
"Please to leave that girl alone." My brows furrow and I pull closer to her seat, resting an elbow on the armrest.
"Mommy, yuh nah move good ennuh. Yuh shoulda deh pon the phone a convince har fi deh back with mi. Apply likkle pressure, sweet har up you know woman like them thing deh" A hand slaps over her mouth as she laughs me to dog scorn.
