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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Saturday, August 2nd 4:12 pm 📍Stony Hills | St. Andrew 🇯🇲
𝙼 𝚊 𝚕 𝚎 𝚎 𝚔 𝙼 𝚘 𝚗 𝚝 𝚒 𝚚 𝚞 𝚎
"Mi gut been a cut mi from mi land mi just have this bad feeling," I tell Dante turning sideways to slide through the little opening of the grill.
He huffs and pulls the grill open more entering right after me. "Just tea yuh waah bro."
Hand pressed to the door, I push it open and enter, the scent of stale air exuding through the now-open door. My brows knit along with the pulling up of my nose in disgust.
Ignoring Dante's words, I walk towards the windows opening them all.
Dust coats the surface of a few of the furniture acting as a second coat to the paint. "Open the window them bad man and lock chat." I jeer and he snickers.
Just seeing the deplorable state that the house is in further adds to my worry
Apart from what's happening with Dad, there's obviously something else that is occupying everybody's time.
The fact that Aunty Ana didn't even have time to come and check the house before she left to go back up tells me she left in a hurry.
Anno suh she roll, mi neva come a Jamaica and the house look like this.
My eyes veer to the watch on my wrist, I have about half an hour to get the house ready for me to sleep comfortably for just tonight.
Aguh get somebody come clean it tomorrow. Might use the company that Aunty always use—affi guh call har and get the name of the ladies that usually do it.
Dante flops himself down into the couch a blanket of dust lifting into the air at his landing.
Rass
Chuckles leaves us in rounds, my fingers scratching my scalp as I rethink my decision to sleep here.
Might affi guh clean it miself before mi even think bout fi laid dung mi head.
And mi suh rass tiad
I turn to Dante. "Ease up off a the couch and check if the kitchen has bleach under the sink and soap tuh."
