A spin off series to The Black Sheep highlighting Aaliyah and Nathan's new found romantic relationship. P.S If you have yet to read The Black Sheep please do that then come back here to avoid any confusion. Hope you enjoy! P.S~ Slow Updates!

There's a special kind of devastation that comes from realizing the truth was never part of the story you believed. "It was all a lie"-a phrase that cuts deeper than betrayal itself. It means the comfort was counterfeit, the promises empty, the hope misled. Whether it's discovering a relationship was built on false pretenses, realizing the dream you chased was never yours to begin with, or uncovering that the people or systems you trusted were never honest-it leaves you standing in the ruins of illusion. But there's power in that moment, too. Because when the lie is exposed, so is the truth. And with truth comes clarity, however painful. You begin again, not with naivety, but with insight. You learn to trust not blindly, but wisely. You find strength in surviving the collapse of what you once believed-and from that rubble, you build something real.

"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.

"Babes if mi tell yuh half a the things dem weh mi guh through inna life, would you still love me?" He asked looking me dead in the eyes. Idk.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked making me shrug. "Your sick Ai'janie!" She yelled before storming out the room mi know.

"Not because I'm bigger in size mean I'm no less of a female" "It might as well be uh feel him aguh choose you ova me" "Anyday"

Jamaican Romance Book W I S D O M ✍︎︎ "Do I need to say why I am here?" I asked him in all seriousness but he didn't replied, instead he just gave me a cheque. "Yuh haffi abort the baby or something but yuh caah keep it." He said calmly as I glared at him. I processed his words before I reached in my bag for my water bottle. I opened it, which is filled with water and ice before throwing it in his face and all over his desk that has his apple products. "Abort yuh muma!" I yelled and immediately broke down. I got up and walked out the office while he sat there with a nonchalant expression on his face.

They say love is beautiful if it is unexpected and real but I am learning that even the unexpected love can be harmful to us..............

AMELIA A 20 year old college dropout out living in Tawes Pen. #rape #abuse #trauma