Would You Still Love?

03

Jan 13
The Johnson's Residence
Norbrook
Kingston🇯🇲📍

Zayhire Johnson's pov|18

Entering my parent's house I closed the door before walking to the living room.

Collapsing on the couch I placed my feet up on the center table before tapping my feet, my slides hitting my foot bottom with each tap.

Removing the freshly built sliff from behind my ears I pulled my lighter from the pocket of my joggers before striking it.

Victoria wah see yuh.

Mommy nah come home fi the next two hours time so mi good.

Translation: Mommy isn't coming home for the next two hours so I'm good.

Placing the sliff at my lips I took a draw before closing my eyes and throwing my head back.

Releasing the smoke I opened my eyes, instantly locking them with my mother's. Oh fuck.

Flashing her a guilty smile I outted the sliff.

"Mother, its been a while en'nit?" I asked my accent coming out. Glaring at me she walked around the couch.

Jumping up I held my sagging joggers before running away. She was chasing me.

Running upstairs I made my way to my old room. Quickly closing the door as she banged on it I sighed.

"Zayhire Asher Johnson! Wait till mi wull yuh bowy." She said making me chuckle.

Translation: "wait until I catch you boy"

Flopping myself down on my bed I closed my eyes allowing the sleep to take over. Its been a while since I slept.

***

"Is either you kill him or I kill you." He said handing me the glock. Trembling I held it up to the male you looked dead already.

Why can't he just die naturally? Why do I have to kill him.

Closing my eyes I pulled the trigger. Dropping the gun I opened my eyes. The male recieved a shot in the chest.

"I still see you as weak." He said pulling me by the collar of my shirt. Pushing me in the torture room he entered.

"Grandpa please." I begged as he tied me up in the chair. Chuckling he punched me.