"Ye mon. Not even air itself cah come between we. Memba dat."
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Karissa Kizeah Thomas' life changed at the age of 16 years old when her grandmother passed away from cancer, leaving her to fend for herself. She pursued a career as...
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• 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑲𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒔' 𝑷𝑶𝑽 • || 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟖 @ 𝟒:𝟏𝟖𝐩𝐦 ||
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Siting inside of Kairon's office, i twisted the chair repetitively, as i stared at the total amount of funds I deposited into a new account, that came from Jayvion's four bank cards.
| Savings | JMD $ 86,920,109.34 |
Not enough, but this will do til' him family send me the rest.
I eased back into the chair as I stared at the screen, and my mind traced back to our encounter on Saturday.
I could recall the redness that i saw, that betrayed the turmoil in me, as i wrestled with the urge to pull the trigger to his head.
I had this urge to kill him for his pussy move, but thought of losing myself to my darker impulses terrified me.
I didn't want to repeat my past.
My old ways.
The days when i had partaken in a lot in fucked up shit and messed around with the wrong crowd.
The days as a youth when i feared for my life going to school, and had to be taking pills just so i could sleep in peace.
The days when i lost my father because of the choices i had made, and the pain i felt as i laid him to rest, that was sharpened by the knowledge that it was a consequence of my actions.
The day i vowed that i would not let my father's death be in vain, and that i would make amends for my past.
I twisted the chair again, as I just couldn't shake the feeling that i was stuck in the cycle of violence and pain.
"...card dem" Kairon said, taking me out of my trance.
"Wah?" I asked so he could repeat him.
A when him even come back ina the room.
"Me ask a how much money yuh get from the bagga card dem." He repeated, "Yuh good bro? The amount a time me affi repeat miself from we forward."
I nod my head and smiled, putting on a front, "Ye dawg. Just want a drink now yuh zeet and me dat."
"Kiers."
"Yo?" I asked then my mind retraced to his question, "Oh Oh! 87 mil we get from dem. Memba him mada did tell we yesterday say dem ago get a loan and send we the rest, so a just that me a wait pon."
