Rèmi's POV
Later that night
8:35 p.m.
"Why yuh suh weak?" Nico asked, laughing.
"Because him spend him entire life a wait pan him father approval," Jamari said, cackling along with him.
"Him always have the chance fi deh 'round him father and never take it. Every day him sidung and complain like him a nuh big man. Him never know the use or the value a nuth'n until him lose it," Nico taunted walking towards me with an evil smirk.
"Eventually everybody 'round yuh dead, yuh nuh realize? A you a the problem," He told me and I just stared at him.
"Yuh father, Jamari, and me. Who next? Yuh mother?" He smirked.
Tears started to roll down my face and he pointed at me, laughing. Jamari joined in, doing the same. I tried to wipe my face but the tears kept flowing. The more they came, the angrier I got.
"Why yuh feel Rosalia nuh tell yuh nuth'n? Because yuh weak! Yuh nuh know fi accept the truth like a man cause yuh still crave yuh father attention!" Nico yelled at me.
"Act all mature and nonchalant when deep down, he's nothing but a scared little boy. Waiting to hide behind his father leg the way he used to when he was a toddler. Nothing have changed." I heard my father's voice and froze in my place.
"What, Kassauni? You have nothing to say?" He asked, now standing in front of me. I shook my head in disbelief, feeling my chest tighten.
"You're the problem," He stated before pushing me and I stumbled backwards.
"No!" I yelled, angrily. I pushed him back and he stared in surprise.
"No. No matter how fucked up things get, my father would have never say that shit to me. Never," I stated, firmly.
I turned to walk away and this time, I saw two male silhouettes making their way towards me. They were both walking towards me with guns pointing at me and when they stepped out of the dark I saw them. Corey and Jonathan. When I tried to step back, I couldn't move and the room felt like it was getting smaller and the only source of light was shining down on them. Both smirked as they took slow taunting steps towards me.
The moment I heard bullets go off, their body fell before a hand gripped my shoulder. I turned to see my father standing there with a smoking Glock in his right hand. He smirked at me but then another set of bullets went off and his body dropped next to my feet.
Turning around to see who fired the bullets, a tall figure made its way towards me. The closer it got, the smaller the room became. My heart squeezed in my chest and I could barely breathe. As the figure stepped into the light, he removed a blue hoodie from his head.
It was...me.
The room started closing in on me and I knew it wasn't getting smaller. I was feeling clustered and suffocated. My mouth opened but no sound came out.
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I jolted awake, my heart racing like a jackhammer. Sweat drenched my face, and my sheets were tangled around my legs. I gasped for air, my lungs burning as if I'd been underwater too long.
As I sat up, my gaze darted around the dimly lit room. My chest heaved, and I rubbed my face, trying to erase the lingering terror.
The nightmare still lingered, its tendrils snaking through my mind like a noose. I could feel its weight, a crushing pressure on my chest. But I fought back, forcing myself to breathe deeply, slowly. The room began to come into focus – the familiar walls, the moonlit window, the silence. I was safe.
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Burning Passion
Romance"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah...
