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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Sunday, April 13th 5:18 am 📍 Sunrise, FL 🇺🇸
𝙼 𝚊 𝚕 𝚎 𝚎 𝚔 𝙼 𝚘 𝚗 𝚝 𝚒 𝚚 𝚞 𝚎
The sun hasn't even made its break through the fog of the early morning, nor has the mildew from the night before condensed and Janelle has already sent me 100+ messages.
I groan forcing the pinging device under the pillow.
Mi too tired fi read whatever madness she up fah.
I was up all of last night trying to get a majority of the baby stuff together because I had abandoned them all week.
Work has been an absolute mess.
Nave nuh leisure time like mi used to, if it wasn't for the fact that mi have Zoey a come in less than 3 months.
Mi woulda been leff the work already.
But pampers, wipes and formula nuh cheap.
Another ping comes from my phone and I huff, lifting my head from the softness of the pillow.
The door squeaks open and I hastily sit up, facing the ajar door.
Jaedon pokes his head in. "Happy Birthday Bro." He enters the room, extending a fist for me to bump.
I knock our fists against each other, before retreating. "Thanks, Jae." My eyes remain on him, trying to assess whether or not he may still be high from last night's rave.
Had the junky forward a the crib, so that he could help me put together a lot of the baby's things.
Jae being Jae couldn't last 5 minutes good before somebody a knock a the door fi drop off the weed the likkle bobble head frigga buy.
He stares at me eyes barely able to stay open. "I finished the side table, brought the garbage outside and is looking to head out, my nigga." His voice comes out hoarse and slow tempo.
From last night mi waah him leff, but mi kinda glad him stay and finish the side table them.
"Ahh, bad bro." I lean forward still rooted in my position with a hand extended for him to slap.
He pulls me into a brotherly hug wishing me happy birthday again. "Happy Birthday." I pull away nodding.
Jason leaves leaving the door slightly open and I get up on my feet quickly.
