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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Thursday, September 5th 3:43 pm 📍UWI MONA
𝙼 𝚊 𝚕 𝚎 𝚎 𝚔 𝙼 𝚘 𝚗 𝚝 𝚒 𝚚 𝚞 𝚎
Sun visor down and the light flickered on. I scoot closer towards the vanity mirror getting a fairer view of the lineup I just got from my barber.
Brows knitted I attempt poorly to relax my face angling my head to examine the chop in my brow.
Did know mi rass eye dem neva did a fool mi when mi tell the man seh the thing nuh even
I run my fingers over the line of hair brushing the hairs prickling my skin under my finger in the direction I want them to go.
The more I look at the leaned chop the more irate I become.
That's why mi hate the know-it-all all barber them and the one dem weh love chat.
Kiss mi rass teeth
With a hiss leaking from my lips in a long and drawn-out sound brandishing my irritation, I grab my phone from the cup holder and power it on.
A missed call from Dante is the first notification that catches my eye.
I press my finger against the screen sending the call off.
The moment the call connects the car speakers, I rest the phone aside and back out of the parking lot driving in the direction where I dropped Zola off this morning.
"Mal?" I hum at his call.
"Yeah."
"Shyla asking if yuh going over the top, she waah know if yuh did buy balloons cause she nuh see none."
"Weh mi a buy balloons fah?" I ask confused while parking on the curb—the exact location where I told her to stand and wait.
On the other side of the phone, I hear Shyla's murmurs.
Dante chuckles and I hiss extending my legs and relaxing as I await Zola's arrival.
I rub my brow. "All now unuh no leff Negril?" I ask frazzled.
This has been in planning for the last two days and every hour Shyla makes it more taxing and tiring than it needs to be.
