EST. 2024
JAMAICAN STORY.
The story of 21-year-old Talia Rainford, who left her abusive boyfriend and believed she was done with relationships, only to encounter the don who made her reconsider.
In order to find out how she overcome the obstacles sh...
Location: Millsborough Date: February 7, 2024 Time: 3:59 PM.
DREW POV:
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"And you doing alright?" As I tried to unwind in the chair, I released a hefty sigh as my father inquired. The past few days seemed to have overwhelmed me, causing me to be unhinged.
"Yes." I dryly answered, as my eyes were pinned to the floor.
"Stop the foolishness and just tell me what's the matter. Since you came here I sense nothing but a negative energy, radiating from you. You know I don't like it." My father insisted.
"If me did have smth fi say, yuh nuh think me woulda fucking say it by now." I snapped, answering him more irritated than I intended. The chilling stare that he gave me made me instantly want to take back my words. "Sorry-"
"Whatever yuh problems be, yuh leave it a mi gate before yuh step foot ina my home, yuh hear me a tell yuh? Nuh wah nobody tek out them stress pon me, especially ina my place." He announced, but it sounded more like a rant to me.
"Me never really mean-.."
"Mi nuh give a damn bout weh yuh mean Drew. Yuh shouldn't even mek the mistake and use that tone wid me." Every little thing this man doesn't like is considered disrespect to him. My remarks weren't that bad for him to start rambling like this, and every time he does, it feels like he doesn't want to stop talking.
"Sorry, alright? Had a bad day, thats all." And a horrible past few weeks.
"And I can bet is that same blasted gyal a gi yuh problem again. Yuh nuh have no other problems but she and its always the same thing wid uno." I let out a sigh and shook my head. She's the last thing I want to talk about or hear being mentioned. At this point, I could tell the visit was now becoming sore, prompting me to want to just leave and come back some other time.
"Paps just easy. The day done stress me out already, this a the last thing me need right now." I say reaching for the bottle of Heineken before me taking a sip.
"Me simply a come to you as a father, to him son, a ask what happen and yah mek it seem me a bother yuh." I had no desire to speak on it. Nights after the whole restaurant ordeal really have me in a fucked up mental state. I've never had this much pent up emotion before, and it's all her fault.
Shaking my head I said, "No. There is nothing to discuss." He sighed and acknowledged my lie, but being the kind of man he is, he won't force anything out of me until I'm ready to speak on it.
