Gia, a savvy Jamaican, finds herself drawn to Nile, a rising young artist. Their journey through challenges and love unfolds with a slow burn, infused with satirical humor, as they navigate their own challenges as well as their budding romance again...
This chapter contains depictions of verbal abuse, which may be distressing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
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📍Norbrook Suites 6, 8 Blaise Ave, Kingston and St.Andrew, Jamaica
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SHAE-ANN BROOKS
"Whisper please don't do this to mi." I beg him.
"Shae tek yuh bomboclaat and come out a mi house, yuh know yah wah wikid bomboclaat gyal tho, cya believe a you do this to mi."
His face twisted with scorn as he gathered my belongings and personal items and with a forceful motion hurled them in the suitcase.
Lord God! Him seriously a guh put mi out.
"Yuh we gi a gyal everything yuh got and dem still tun roun and fuck pon yuh, yuh see when yuh leff mi house today mi nuh wah see yuh back. Wikid bomboclaat gyal!"
"Yuh cross e bomboclaat line this time." He whispered beneath his breath as he stepped on a framed photo of us, cracking the glass in the process.
Tears streamed down my face as I watched my world crumble before my eyes. I pleaded with him, my heart breaking each time he said the words "wikid, bomboclaat gyal".
Mighty Goddd! Have mercy pon da wikid gyal here.
"Please, Whisper I love you just one more chance I promise I won't fuck up." I begged him tearfully.
Father God if you help me and he doesn't put me out, I promise you I'd go to church every Sunday.
