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📍STONY HILL || 𝖶𝖾𝖽,𝗃𝗎𝗇𝖾 12 @ 5:30 𝖠.𝖬 ||I rolled off the bed with my mind heavy.
These days, mi deevn can move without her watching my every step.
Kmt
Brushing my teeth first, i lean over the sink. After that, i step in the shower, letting the cool water run over my body.
After finishing i wrapped the towel around my waist quickly and head back to the room to put on some clothes-purple jeans and a white Hollister shirt. By the time i pull the shirt over my head, Brianna stir on the bed, eyes squinting as she watched me getting ready to leave.
As I slipped my foot into my shoes, I tried to keep quiet, but of course she did affi wake.
"Where are you going?" she mumbled, voice full of suspicion.
Jah jah
I rubbed the back of my head. "Work. Studio. Mi tell yuh already," I said, hoping she would just let it go.
"Work? Or gyal yaad?" She sat up, arms crossed, ready to argue.
Which gyl? Kmt yk mi tyad a this thou everytime mi fi go bout mi business a problem.
Nuh inna di mood fi this. Every time mi move, it's like mi haffi defend miself.
"Brianna, bill off a eh fkry. Yuh cyah keep on accusing mi fi no reason," I sighed, grabbing my keys.
Look like mi affi go cheat fr den since a it she want so bad
"Accusing? You've been distant, Jalen. You're always running off somewhere, and mi nuh trust dat!"
I glance at her, frustrated. "Yuh serious right now? Mi jus seh mi a go studio."
Kmt
"Yeah, that's what you always say! How mi fi know yuh not seeing some other girl?"
Yuh caah live dis life unless yuh have patience. But why every argument affi start wid cheating?
Cz yah dawg
"Bri, mi cya do this wid yuh right now. Mi haffi go. talk later." i said hissing my teeth in frustration
I grabbed my things and headed out the door, not even looking back. As i slide into mi car, i breathe a sigh of relief
finally, some peace.
The music in my head start playing again as i drive, mentally working through the next track mi fi drop.
📍𝖧ALF WAY TREE || @ 6:15 𝖠.𝖬 ||
Now cruising through Half Way Tree, i slow down at the stoplight, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. As i glance out, i spot a familiar figure standing at the bus stop. I squint, trying to place the face.Then it clicked.
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