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A week later...
Wednesday,August 18th

•𝐊 𝐀' 𝐌 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑 𝐀•

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•𝐊 𝐀' 𝐌 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑 𝐀•

"Kam, stop be petty and come on." Mommy pushed my room door open.

Once again, It's his visiting day. Call be stubborn or whatever, but I am not going.

Mi cyah bare fi see him right now, much less fi talk to him. And yes, Sadie spoke to me. She told me that that's not what he meant. So did Dragga.

But a part of me can't help to think, or ignore the fact that that's what he was initiating.

He has been calling and texting, trying to explain himself, but I ignored them all. Me just need some time fi think, then I'll talk to him.

"Mommy, unnuh just gwaan, no. I am not coming." I hiss quietly, turning on the bed.

Even the be smells like him. And right now, I don't to see, smell, nor hear him. I don't want to sense him at all.

Mi a take this very serious. Just imagine that a the two a we first try, and you're hinting abortion? And what if me cyah breed again?

Abortion.

Oh, hell no.

I am not against abortion, but I don't believe in it. No explanation, just that. Point blank.

And yuh know wa burn me too? Afta mi willing fi sit and wait yearsss fi this nigga, him ago tell mi bullshit. I swear, I have never been this pissed in my life.

I've been so caught up in all this, in everything, that I didn't even realize that my birthday is right around the corner. September 12.

Push everything a side, a risk mi life, mi family, just to be with you, just for you to tell me abort my baby—our baby at that.

Me? I'm cool. And if me mad cap take me, mi pack up back my things and go back a country. Cause me have enough can fend fi me and mi family.

Nothing no wrong if mi pickney grow a country, him will understand the real journey a life, even though I know that my child won't suffer like I did.

Kimberly betta no push mi bottons this morning, cause me really no wah be the one fi fiesty wid mi mada.

And knowing mommy, she nah go take no disrespect. She might bix dung mi rass.

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