"Yuh nuh have a woman, Andreas?" I asked him. "That nuh concern you. You we a talk 'bout," He dismissed and I glared at him. "Yuh feel yuh woman ago come beat me cause her man nuh wah gah him yard? Me can't fight yer? And me wah yuh fi gwaan home," I told him. He hummed and lay down on the bed. "Me will teach yuh fi fight," He said, shrugging his shoulders. I stared at him in disbelief. "Yuh nuh love yuh woman? Why yah be a dog shit?" I frowned deeply.

"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

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Under construction! 🚧 Wrote this when I was thirteen published when I was fourteen as you can guess Errors all over! Bare with me

"Kyra look pon mi" he lifts my chin up so my eyes could meet his. "Just say the word and we leff right now, yav dah power deh ma" he says, eyes never leaving mine. "The word?" I ask and he immediately opens his phone, dialing her number. "Ah, watch dis" he holds the phone to his ear. This book is solely fictional and should be read with that in mind. People used have no affiliation with the fictional characters included in this book! The author does not own any picture, music or media that is included in this book.

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