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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Tuesday, April 8th 7:01 am 📍 Montique Residence, FL
𝙼 𝚊 𝚕 𝚎 𝚎 𝚔 𝙼 𝚘 𝚗 𝚝 𝚒 𝚚 𝚞 𝚎
I stand guard at the bathroom door, watching as my father crouches over the bathroom sink, spilling the contents of his upset stomach.
"Yuh good?" I toss to him, his body shivering a bit.
He stands, swiping the back of his wet hand against his dry lips. A forced smile brings somewhat of a gleam of light to his dull face. "Yeah."
I flicker at my collar, bringing his attention to the speck of blood that now accessorises the white shirt.
He scrambles to get it out as Mommy's knuckles bang against the door. "Mari, can you hurry please babe."
"Yuh good?" I whisper and he swallows throwing up his thumbs with a light bob of his head.
I move over to the corner of the bathroom as Dad swings open the bathroom door and steps out. I wait for the coast to be clear before making my exit into the grand master bedroom.
Nuh know why mi always affi be the one to realise that there's something wrong with him.
The chemotherapy has been treating him badly, he's hardly breathing well and the constant coughs accompanied by blood are far from a great sight.
But he's been putting up the strongest facade to the others and they have been eating it up like hot bread.
Upon entering the kitchen, our eyes meet. His pleading for me to not bring up the fact that he needs to see a doctor.
What a man stubborn
He would rather die than go into the hospital for anything else other than his visits for chemo.
"I want to go home for Summer." Mommy halts in her chores, her eyes flitter to Dad at his request.
Her head leans to the side and she swallows hard. "Jamaica?"
A chuckle escapes me and I take a seat around the island, wanting to see how this conversation goes down.
Azriel has been every bit of controlling, he does nothing without her approval or Aunty Ana's—the two are sickening.
