Not My Type 3: Alternate World

90. Bungalow

Last lap🥹🎀...what time you reading?

📍HOMESTEAD, SPAIN TOWN

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FlASHBACK
She's 16

Ps: it's a flashback so I didn't make it that detailed. So it may seem extra fast.

"Mi a tek a five. Lef the yard and mi pop yuh neck," Daddy warns.

"Daddy can I buy ice cream?" I ask.

He groans.

"Michii stop bother me."

When the house is left in perfect silence, I take $100 from his pants and tip toe my way to the big house around the corner.

When I get there, I call the lady only to get an unpleasant 'she no deh ya' from someone inside.

I'm not begging anything.

Jeez.

"Okay," I turn and bounce into a tall guy. He looks like trouble.

Wait, him nice eeeh?

"Sorry," I quickly say, seeing that all these people from Spanish Town had an attitude problem.

"Yuh good," he assures me. Our eyes met, they're pretty. He has a mean but handsome face with a slit in his left eyebrow dressed in all black. Plaits in his back.

Wait.

I spot a gun in his waist.

"Who a yuh father?" his Spain accent rich.

"Johnathan," I say.

"Oh," he seems dangerous.

I walk around him and feel as he pulls me to him.

"Weh yuh come from?" his eyes on my front. "Buff bay?"

I laugh.

Pity him right.

I walk off. He gently pulls my 4b hair. It's in a curly puff. I pulled out the twist.

"Mi no just ask yuh sup'm?"

I insist on walking away from him. He has a magnetic pull that I don't have time for.

"Want the ice cream?" he rasp.

I stop and hand the money to him. "Yea."

He gets in, then the person inside leaves.

"Take off your slippers and come in nuh," he offers as I wait.

"I'm good."

"Get an important call," he says. "Never want yah wait."