1 month later
Aiden Amair Wright
Wednesday October 11,202*
St. Jordan's High School 📍
12:30 P.M
"Finafuckingly!" , Kevin yelled at the top of his voice which caused the whole class to look back at our group.
Today was the last day of school before Hero's Day Break and to say he was excited would be an understatement. Over the past month the pressure of finishing up sbas and pushing through the syllabus had definitely been on us, so this break was definitely needed.
Packing up our stuff to leave school and head home as today was only a half day for us.
Atleast home for them, my grandmother finally stood on her words and reported my father missing. After his sudden disappearance the day he pushed Marcus we haven't heard or seen from him.
behaving like yuh nuh know wah gwan
I genuinely don't, when she made her statement she made it clear that I was the last person to be in contact with him which led to my mother telling me this morning that we had to make a report at the station.
"yah forward wid we lata?" Kevin asked pulling me from my thoughts
"guh where?" I retorted with a raised eyebrow
"mah guh watch movie wid such b"
"oh, me'll see wah can gwan"
"mi fada a pick wi up n drop wi off so yuh deven can seh no" Nile added.
Laughing at his audacity before we all left the school compound.
Now standing at the bus stop discussing the plans for later a tinted up dark blue Pro box slowed down and stop right infront of us.
"why this look like a set up" Luke said while stepping back with all of us doing the same.
The window rolled down and I saw Marcus and his father in the front.
Fuck!
Honestly been a try avoid dem since dah oman deh mek the report.
"fawud nuh" Viper called before closing the window.
Dabbing up the guys as I said a silent prayer before going into the back of the car.
Fada God do mah beg yuh nuh mek dem kill mi.
"when yuh supposed to gah the police station" Viper started.
"right now actually" I answered.
"mhmm, suh weh yuh plan fi tell dem?" he asked.
"nuh rlly have nun fi seh more dan him stop mi pon mi way to work but mi avoid him cause him did drunk" I responded with a nonchalant shrug.
The way I handled this situation could either break or make me and I was hoping for the latter.
"ah, yuh know weh yuh fada deh?" he turned around to glance at me before looking back at the road.
"nope" I responded keeping my answers simple and short.
"sure yuh nuh know weh him deh?" Marcus intervened into the conversation.
"you of all persons should know seh mi nah keep nuh secrets fi dah man deh"
Marcus was the first person I opened up to about my situation. He saw some bruises on my back one day after playing football and told me he'd tell his dad that some random man jumped me if didn't tell him the truth so I caved.
Before entering high-school my father lived with us and we were quite well off, only downside to our life is that he'd abuse me when drunk. After Marcus found out I decided to confide in my grandmother who threw out his things that same night.
