Not everything that glistens is gold, didn't your mother tell you that growing up?✨
Born with a nothing short of a gold spoon in her mouth as the heir to one of the richest Dynasties in Jamaica, the young Ms.Carter has life set out for her. From her...
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Bianca Perez 📍Javantae's House 3:10 p.m.
Taking a deep breath I exit my new car that Luke bought me and walk towards Jav's house with the sealed envelope.
Having absolutely no knowledge as to whether my baby is his or not.
I knock on the door and step back.
Not recieving a response I ring the door bell, his door opens after a while.
"Hi." I greet, my voice soft as fear creeps into me. He glares at me not responding, I stretch the envelope towards him.
He hisses and opens the door letting me into the home. I go to protest but the way he's looking at me prevents me.
I step in as he shuts the door behind me, "I haven't looked at it.." my voice comes out soft, fear creeping into my heart standing in the same space as him.
He looks at my hands and takes the envelope, "You plan fi stand up a the f—king door way or come inna the house?"
Without a word I walk into the common space, he looks at the envelope in his hands.
I wait anxiously for him to open it, his eyes focus on the envelope. "If the baby isn't yours—"
"Yo shut up for real." He cuts me off and opens it, the tension between us grows as he unfolds the paper.
I breathe deeply analyzing his expression, his stare becomes a glare. He hisses, "What does it say?" I ask timidly.
I can't read him...I also don't know how he'd react.
He glares at me, "That you're a fucking whore." He curses at me.
I bite my cheek, "Kinda woman affi walk and raffle belly fi figure out who the fuck breed har?" He steps towards me.
I look at my hands trying not to cry as his words cut me deep, his tone of voice dragging memories from deep within me.
"I'm sorry for was—" my head swings to the side with force he slaps me with. I grab my cheek feeling the tears I was trying to hold fall.
He grabs me by my throat, I tense feeling him hitting my skin. I grab my belly trying to protect my baby but fail as he pushes me to the floor.
