Vicious Cycle

Vicious Cycle II

VICIOUS CYCLE

II

The following night, the scene was reasonably similar to before. Wintry winds surrounded the atmosphere, as amber-coloured streetlights filled the scene. An incredibly striking young lady of Saint Lucian ancestry was seated at a bus stop by herself, reading a text message sent from someone called ‘Wonder’ stating that ‘It’s time’. She put her phone into her pocket. This was Michaela Scott a.k.a. Starr a.k.a. Kayla. She waited very briefly, and then her male companion, of Nigerian descent, came out of the shop with a carrier bag in hand. He approached Starr. Starr rose to her feet and they hugged

“What took you so long, Royal?” Starr asked in a sugar-coated tone of voice, as she took the carrier bag

“I had to put more money on my phone, init?” Royal stated “Anyway, you cool?”

“I’m cool babes, Just bless” Starr replied as she opened her can of coke “Thanks for taking me cinema”

“No problem, darling. Anytime” Royal declared as they both sat down to wait for a bus “Really and truly I can’t believe I’m here with you. You are a boom ting! There are girls, but you’re clearly in a lane on your own, babes. I like how you don’t try to look nice, it comes natural, get me?”

“Oh my days, that’s sweet” Starr grinned as she did not expect that compliment “I’m not on no long ting, you get me? If I like a breh, then I take it from there. I don’t know why people think I have high standards. You’ve got to come correct obviously, but I ain’t looking for a footballer”

Starr grinned as she placed her hand innocently on Royal’s thigh. Royal got a bit nervous, but played it out cool

“You know, I’ve heard quite a bit about you, still” Starr smiled as she drank more of her coke

“Is it now?” Royal asked, intrigued with what Starr was to say “What’s that, then?”

“I know you’re a road man. I’m truly not bothered; you’re not the first and surely won’t be the last. What was that thing you did to your ex-girl?”

“...I don’t want to talk about that” Royal said coldly “What do you know?”

“Well, I know you caused her to lose your baby. That’s pretty fucked, isn’t it?” Starr asked

“Babes, it wasn’t my fault, honest. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I hope it won’t put you off me”

“Babes, I rather you be honest. The last thing I need in my life is someone that bullshits and is not upfront with me” Starr declared, as she finished her coke

“Alright, we were having a row. Things got physical. I admit, I hit her and I regret it. She was so fucking aggravating. My mandem and I got jacked blindly. I’m not sure if you know that guy, Demented? Fuck...What’s his real name...Oh, Marlon, you know Marlon?”

“Nah...Doesn’t ring a bell” Starr declared

“Anyway, he left the money without closing the safe. We’re bad men like that, we keep a safe. That gang...Wavy Nation, those dickheads man, they took the money. When I reached my yard, my girl was stressing me. She got physical with me first and I went ballistic. I hit her. She then blurts out she’s pregnant, and my world broke to pieces man. Got to the hospital, and she miscarried. That scarred me for the rest of my life. My kid, man...”

Royal was getting visibly emotional. Starr caressed his face. Royal kissed her hand

“That must have been tough” Starr declared. Starr then had a guilty look on her face. Royal noticed