"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

I can't bring myself to recognize the girl I'm staring at. Through her glassy eyes you can see that she's no foreigner to pain, whether physically, emotionally or mentally. Her hard expression warns people that she doesn't take their shit. But, her friends are the only ones to help her unravel and step out of the room that's trapped her with all her struggles and pains; they get her through all her enigma. They are all she needs. I stare at this girl, and I see myself. I see someone who is strong and determined, someone who needs to love herself and believe that she can be loved. The tears roll down my cheeks as I realize that 'this girl' is Amiane Alana Rochester, a girl who's been through a shit-load of fuckery. * In medicine pain relates to a sensation that hurts. If you feel pain it hurts, you feel discomfort, distress and perhaps agony, depending on the severity of it. Pain can be steady and constant, in which case it may be an ache. It might be a throbbing pain - a pulsating pain. The pain could have a pinching sensation, or a stabbing one. To Amiane, pain is all of the above. Can she handle any of it? [Completed Monday March 28, 2016]

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

LET'S GET THIS BOOK TO 12K! *be aware book still editing in the process (grammar,spelling errors). ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʀʏɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜʀᴜ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄɪᴛʏ. ɪᴍᴀɴɪ, ᴀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋɪɴɢꜱᴛᴏɴ, ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴄʟᴜʙ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰɪᴛ ɪɴ. ʀᴏᴍᴀʀɪᴏ "ᴘᴀʙʟᴏ ʏɢ," ᴀ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴀ ᴄʜᴀꜱɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴍᴇ, ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ? ᴅᴇᴇᴘ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ? ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ. ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ. ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ. ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɪᴛ ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴇꜰᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ.

𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦!? 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭..... ─── ୨୧ ─── ──── ୨୧ ─── ── ୨୧── 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨 !?

Meet Celest Lia, a regular-degular teen with a heart full of hope and promise. She portrays a peaceful character, free from drama and stress, until the day she cross paths with her wildest dream. Then there's Kevaun Wright, the exotic Don from Spanish Town, who lives life on his own terms. With a reputation for ruthlessness and a taste for the finer things, he's got a heart of stone and a penchant for danger. When their world's collide, the sparks fly. But Kevaun's world is not for the faint of heart. Can Celest tame his heart and pull his attraction and need for love? Or will she become his next conquest? Get comfy 'cause dah one yah nah guh normal!

Two mad people

Heartbreak brings an in breakable bond. Together, hearts will heal in more ways than they can imagine.

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ?

Two mad people..pt.2