January 31st
Xanai Rylie Billings|18
11:38 am
It had been a week since the Kyle incident, and I had to endure a full lecture from my parents. Usually, when Mom goes off, Dad is quick to diffuse the situation—he's always been the 'cool' parent. So when I saw him genuinely scolding me, I knew it was serious. I didn't blame them; after all, it was a life-or-death situation.
I was sprawled out on my bed, scrolling through Instagram when I spotted a familiar face on a missing person's poster: Kyle Davis. My heart felt like it was racing out of my chest as I sat up, suddenly feeling very alert.
I quickly moved to FaceTime Kairo and dialed his number. He picked up on the second ring.
"Nai?" he said, waiting for me to respond.
"You check IG recently?" I asked, my voice tight with urgency.
"Oh. Yuh see it?" he replied, sounding indifferent.
"Yeah, I just saw it on my for you..." I gripped the edge of my bed, anxiety coursing through me.
"Den why yuh sound like yah fret?" he asked, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone.
"Because me and yuh know say a dead him dead Kai"I said, a little louder than I intended to.
Mom and Dad were practically praising Kairo for ending a life...which is crazy to me. Kinda.
"Mi nuh wah police or—" I said, then cut myself off. A thought struck me—a sudden realization of how easily things could spiral out of control.
Mek mi shut up yah.. A suh dem ketch Kartel.
"Anyways, yah guh out todeh?" he asked, clearly trying to divert the conversation.
"Mi nah guh nuh weh. Just answer mi question now, Kai."
Kaitlin let out a low chuckle, more dismissive than anything. "Xanai, calm down. First of all, the gun weh mi use liscensed, and second, mi nah siddung and mek nobody hurt mi ooman."
Ooman?
"Hello sir nuh mek big back Gloria hear yuh and come beat mi wid har tuff self. Yuh nuh see how mi delicate?" I say to him.
Delicate frl but if a gyal run up its on spot.
Just then, I heard Gloria's voice booming in the background.
A suh she name fr?
Minuh know and minuh give a flying, swimming, walking fuck. And even if I had a fuck to give, I wouldn't waste it on such low-lives.
"Suh a really dis yuh leff mi alone fah? Chat tuh people??" she hollered.
Kiss mi teeth.
Woiii she jealous.
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