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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Wednesday, December 25th 8:01 am 📍Teahouse Therapy|St. Andrew 🇯🇲
𝙰𝚣𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎'𝚜
F l a s h B a c k
It's my duty as Jamarion's wife to question everything when it comes to his care.
Whatever he takes and whatever suggested course of action to help force his body into remission will always be my decision at the end of the day. Whether those around me agree or not.
That known, I shake my head at the textbook-long list of herbs, rubs and teas that Triszan wants to get him started on.
She sighs, running a hand over the bumpy road that is her face plagued with holes from unpopped pimples.
I straightened my back, a hand grappling the edge of the counter. Making it clear that I'll not change my stance on the matter.
He's slowly progressing, it may not be at the speed that my heart is bleeding for it to be. But it's better than anything.
He's doing quite fine...
Triszan stomps away towards her car and I hiss moving around the kitchen, cleaning it up for the night.
Jamarion is asleep and so are the kids. Everything is exactly how I've wanted it for months.
I won't let her bring him back down to the floppy mess he was months ago.
The door bursts open smacking loudly against the wall, the bang ringing out in the living space.
I rush into the living room being met by the racing chest of Triszan as she shoves a crumpled paper in my direction.
"Him having this sudden burst of energy means only one thing Azzy. With what that paper reads he's dying and it's soon."
My brows knit together with my legs shuffling closer to each other. A hand lifted it trembles accepting the paper from Triszan.
Her heavy breathing is all that I hear as my eyes skim through the paper halting at the two words that crush my heart.
It stops dead in a beat, the blood from my face draining as I try to make sense of what's happening.
