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Why are parents like this?
A sigh escapes my lips as I shift my weight to my right leg, growing bored of this conversation.
Well, growing bored of him since he's the only one talking. Him mouth nah hurt him by now?
"Too easy mi too easy pan yuh man" he mumbles as he exits the living room and goes into the kitchen.
After coming home from school I was surprised to see my father here. He works late on Thursday's so most of the times he's not home until in the night. He explained that the school called him saying I supposedly "Attacked Amanda Gayle" on the bus.
If him did know seh she tell mi bout him dead wife bet seh him wouldn't deh act like dis but oh well.
Wah bun mi is that he knows i don't fight unnecessarily that would be Xalia. If she nuh like the way yuh look pan har a it dat cause best believe she a fuck yuh up. But yuh see me?? Yuh coulda bounce inna mi and mi apologize bro. I don't like fighting but this was called for and I'm not sorry.
She coulda dead mi swear seh mi wouldn't give one fuck.
"Lue juss tell mi wah gwaan" he sighs as he makes his way back into the living room with a cup of wine in his hand.
Look how mi a stress out di man
Sighing, I sat on the couch and started biting the inside of my cheeks. How mi fi word this now? Jah know.
"You remember Davian right?" I asked and watched as he took a big chug of the wine.
"Davie?" He asked and I nodded.
"He cheated on me and they put it on a mixup page. He embarrassed me and I was already stressed from school and he just added to it" I start.
"Suh wah dat haffi do with fighting? A man yah fight ova Anna? Do betta dan dat man" he starts jumping to conclusions already, the wine in his cup now done. He rests the empty glass on the mini table and takes a seat on one of the couches.
My father's hair is caught in a high bun, his line up neat. He's still dressed in his work clothes but the sleeves of his shirt are pulled up revealing the sleeve tattoos on each arm. His eyes boring holes into mine.
