Her Secrets

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 29

SKYLAR JADA PALMER

Bringing the dirty clothes to the washroom, I open the washer and throw them in there and spin it.

I already separated them and put soap and catch water in there before going back for the clothes in the closet.

Stepping out of the washroom I decided to clean the bathrooms.

Cleaning to take my mind off reality>>

My phone started ringing and I hiss.

I've been M.I.A for the pass few days.

Weh Pablo say

'Mi gone off a eh radar'

Yh dat mi do.

I understand that I didn't have a good relationship with my mother but that's still my mother.

literally.

Getting the spray bottle from the cupboard in the bathroom I add bleach, disinfectant and water to it and spray each of the bathrooms upstairs.

I only have the powder room left to spray.

Zyer is on the road dealing with his business cause you know he just opened a new club and he's dealing with that.

He's been distant and I get that because I want some space to clear my head.

I head back upstairs to change the sheets on the beds when I hear my phone ringing.

Kmt who a call mi now.

Probably a the police dem a update we pon eh case.

Oh a true.

Going over to the bed side table where it was it take it up.

A two percent dis deh enuh so the person Betta talk fast.

Answering the phone it was silent on the other end.

Weird but okay.

"Um hello" I speak first siting on the bed.

I just hear a historic laugh on the end.

What the fuck.

"Bitch yuh neva think mi would an ketch yuh back" The person spoke up.

A who dis yah.

"Mi have a video wid you and mi so call boyfriend in a bathroom a kiss and him a finga yuh, yuh wah seet?" I make out the person voice to be...

...KYLAR?

Wah the fuck she mean by she have video wid mi and Jay.

"Look I just sent you the video sweet heart" She then said in a weird tone.

My phone chimes and I look down on it to see a one video attachment.

My hands started shaking.

Lord god now mi dead.

I'm a public figure and if that comes out my career online is doomed.

Tears wells up in my eyes threaten to fall.

If Zyer sees that video my relationship with him is going to be over.

I don't think we'll bounce back from this.

At all.

"You see how it feels you trifling ho-" She was cut off by my phone shutting off.

I plugged in my phone on the charger.

I start to pace the room anxiously.

Mi ago kill mi self.

The phone start to power on and I walk over towards it.

I take it up and punch in the password.

Going to iMessage, I click on the chat opening the video.

The video shows me on the bathroom counter top with Jay Infront of me while his fingers was busy plunging inside me and his head buried in the crook of my neck with my head tilted back with my eyes closed.

I was seen biting my lips trying to stiffen my moans.

I place a hand over my mouth trying to quiet the scream I want to let go.

This was at the villa when we met up for the first time.

The video was one minute long and I couldn't watch it any longer.

I take my phone and fling it in the wall beside the bed shattering it into pieces.

I let out a ears splitting scream as I allow the tears to fall from my eyes.

I lay on the ground, curled up in a ball.

I seem to can't escape my problems.

First they killed my mother now this?

I don't know what to do.

I genuinely feel like killing myself.

Literally.

Silent crys filles the once quiet room.

Dem say the strongest soldiers get the hardest fight.

But afta mi nuh Strong.

Mi need a break.

From everybody and everything.

Yow if annuh one thing mi run weh enuh.

But a just true mi nuh have no weh fi go.

And mi haffi think bout mi safety.

Sigh.

I hold my belly bottom as I lay on the ground and cry.

I truly can't tell the last time I was genuinely happy.

I would have said at the villa but I would be lying.

When I was at the villa, I cheated on my boyfriend not once but twice and I'm not happy with myself for that.

Probably a yuh sin dem a ketch up back to you fren.

A probably karma fi all a the bad something dem weh mi do although I try to be a nice person.

I look up at the clock on the bedside table and it reads 3:16. P.M.

I let out a deep sigh.

God why yuh cyaa just tek mi out a mi misery and just mek wah truck lick mi kill mi?

Annuh always wah yuh want yah go get.

What to do.

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