—Montego Bay—
Mobay has changed drastically since the last time I was here. This place has been my home for years but I had to leave because of bad memories.
—Backstory
"Me naah raise nuh pussy inna dis Eno". My father's voice boomed in the empty warehouse, which has been here for generations before being passed down to me.
I laid on the floor, tired, motionless and beaten. Sweat beaded down my forehead. Cuts littered my body, bruises painting my chocolate skin purple and black.
Blood trickled from my nose-bridge and cheek. My eyes swollen shut, teeth chattering from the cold damp floor as my body temperatures began to rise.
"Get up bwoy!". My father urged kicking me in the ribs making me groan in pain.
Forcing myself, I sat up on the floor, my head droopy as I fixed my wandering eyes on the floor trying to escape my father's deathly glares.
"If yuh waah be don inna dis yuh cyaah blutclaut soft think a pussy yuh have?". My father, cold as ice, stared at my weak small figure frail and pale as I sat on the floor feeling helpless.
'juss waah see me mada dawg..'.
"Daddy me nuh waah be nuh don". I whispered, my voice hoarse from the harsh beating. "Wah yuh just say?". My body shook at these words, trembling in fear of what he was gonna do next.
"Yuh wuklis like yuh mada and nahve no fucking ambition.. me aguh tun yuh inna something even if it mean fi beat it inna yuh". And with that he slapped me, hard enough to cause an echo in the dark cold warehouse.
"Tomorrow we continue dis right now go bathe and keep training ". He said, while walking out, slamming the door behind him.
As soon as he left, I broke down. Letting loose all the emotions I had bottled up in the small space of time he was in my presence, most of it being from the beating.
—End of back story
From that day, I vowed to myself to never let my past be an emotional burden on my future, but instead something to learn from for further things that'll happen to me in life.
Finally entering Mango Walk, I called Kayla, letting her know I was at her gate.
"Yuh Tek long ehh man". She complained as she opened the door, her voice full of false feminism and coated with lust. "Taap yuh noise nuh bredrin and go upstairs go Tek off yuh fucking clothes". I ordered, watching her run up the stairs as she stripped her clothes in the process.
'Dis aguh either fun or disgusting.. cyaah believe me aguh fuck a sadamite '. Said my subconscious, as I followed her up the stairs, pulling my belt buckle.
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TOXIC - A Jamaican Love Story
Fanfiction"leggo off a mi nuh badman!", I yelled, wringing my fist in his hold. "tapp yuh noise before mhi Bax yuh". I went quite, looking down and smiling like a idiot. "Yeh man dem shit deh u love".he said smiling
